Free Buck Naked by Vivi Anna Page B

aware of the aching going on deep inside her vagina.
    He looked up at her face, then down to her toes.
    “When was the last time you had your parts inspected?”
    “It’s been a while. Too long, really.”
    He stepped back from under the hood.
    “It will take some time for me to check things out. So, I would resign yourself to spending the night in town. There’s a nice hotel down the road.”
    He wandered over to the worktable. He picked up a clipboard with some forms on it.
    “I just need some personal information, then I can get started.”
    He handed her the clipboard.
    She filled out the forms, aware that he watched her the whole time. A couple of times she chewed on the end of the pen, just to keep him interested. She handed the completed form back.
    He looked down at it. “Sabine. That’s very…”
    “Pretty?”
    “I was going to say sexy.”
    “That’s even better,” she purred.
    He set the clipboard down and wandered toward the bay door.
    “You’re free to use the courtesy car.”
    “That’s very kind of you.”
    She looked across the lot and spied the dung-brown four-door sedan.
    “This is a joke, right? I can’t possibly drive that.”
    “Then I guess you’ll be using those long legs of yours to get you around.”
    He turned to go back into the bay.
    “What about that?”
    He turned back around to see Sabine pointing at a Suzuki motorcycle propped up against a stack of wood in the tall grass.
    “The bike?”
    “ Oui . I have my license to drive that.”
    “It’s not for use or rent.”
    “Are you sure?”
    Sabine stuck her finger in her mouth and sensuously sucked on it. Quinn grinned.
    Quinn shut the large bay door, as Sabine leaned against the hood of her car.
    “You sure you know how to drive it?”
    “ Mais oui . I have taken many lessons.” Her French was coming out more, as it always did when arousal wound its way around her body.
    He moved near her. She smiled and slid onto the hood.
    “If anything happened to that bike…”
    “I will treat it very special. Just like my own.”
    He stood directly in front of her. She spread her legs and wrapped them around him.
    “How do I know your special treatment is good enough?”
    Sabine smiled. She took hold of the zipper on his greasy overalls and slowly pulled down.
    “You don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.”
    He wore nothing underneath except a pair of boxers and a smile. His body looked like it was chiseled out of marble. Smooth and hard.
    Sabine trailed a finger down his sternum between his defined pecs to his washboard abs. He shivered at the feathery touch. She growled in the back of her throat when she reached the band of his shorts.
    “Am I interrupting?”
    Both Sabine and Quinn looked up. The doorway was filled with a man. And what a man, Sabine thought. He had to have been at least six foot two. His shoulders were so wide they nearly touched each side of the doorframe.
    He entered the bay, a smirk on his chiseled face.
    “Yes, you’re interrupting,” Quinn stammered as he backed away from Sabine, zipping up his overalls. “We were negotiating the use of my bike.”
    “Interesting tactics.”
    “Thank you,” Sabine said as she slid off the hood.
    “It wasn’t a compliment.”
    Sabine raised an eyebrow at his comment. She smiled. A challenge. She loved challenges. In high school, she was on every sports team and every debate team. She loved competition. She relished in every opposition, flourished even.
    This opponent would be formidable, that she could feel all the way down to her tippy toes.
    Sabine squared her shoulders, stuck out her breasts, and sauntered over to where he stood. “And you are?”
    His icy blue eyes penetrated her hooded lashes. She could feel her heart quickening. Could feel shivers of delight radiating in her spine down to her tailbone and sliding deep into her crotch.
    Quinn stepped up. “This is Evan Brady, our local…”
    His eyes turned on Quinn.
    “Welcoming committee,”