Free Tease Me by Dawn Atkins

Martin.
    “Oh, how cute,” she said, walking all around it.
    “Cute? An Aston Martin DB6 is a powerful piece of sixties automotive engineering. It is not cute.”
    “Reminds me of James Bond.”
    “He drove this in Goldfinger . Except hard top. And with various gadgets, of course.”
    “Oh. Wow.” She ran her fingers along the rear fender and he felt it on his skin. She looked up at him. “This is your baby, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah. I sold all my cars but this one. Couldn’t let her go.”
    “So, are the engines in the living room special, too?”
    “I retooled them. Eventually, I’ll get something going with cars again.”
    She was considering his face, picking apart his meaning, making him nervous, so he opened the door for her.
    She lowered herself onto the seat, her baggy skirt billowing out, not showing an inch more of flesh, but his cock jumped up at the mere chance he might see a bit more thigh or, hell, a kneecap. Ridiculous.
    He climbed in beside her, started the car and pulled out of the garage.
    “This is fun,” she said, as he backed into the street. “I’ve never been in a sports car before. Or a convertible.”
    “So, a new experience then?” He grinned, stupidly proud to give her this first, and roared off, pushing each gear until it complained to give her a thrill. He might not give her the sex she wanted, but he could give her a ride in his car.
    Her big eyes went round as hubcaps and her smile went ear to ear. She laughed into the wind, leaning her head back, letting her hair fly every which way. She managed to look sexy even dressed like a prison matron.
    Neither spoke for a bit and he was just getting into the companionable silence when she turned to him. “So what happened that made you sell your car business?”
    He sighed. He might as well tell the story and get it over with. She was big on questions and she’d just pick at him until he spilled. “I sold the business to buy a radio station a year ago. Except it went belly-up after a few months.”
    “Oh.” She was quiet, waiting for more.
    “The price was right and I had…money.” He didn’t want to say an inheritance . “The music business is risky.” He shrugged.
    “Owning the station was a dream of yours?”
    Was it so obvious? “I took a stupid chance.”
    “Lots of businesses fail, Jackson.”
    “I should have known better.”
    “What’s better than trying for something you really wanted?”
    “Money in the bank. Money in the bank is better.”
    She shrugged. “Being completely broke myself, I see your point, but still…money’s value is in what it can provide.”
    “My dad always kept cash between him and the wolves. That was a big thing with him. He pounded that into my head.”
    “Your dad had a family, so security would be important. But you’re young and single.” She paused, letting her words sink in and when she spoke her voice was low and serious. “I’m sure your dad would have wanted you to go for your dream.”
    “Maybe.” Nah. He’d wanted grandkids. So had his mother. Where’s my daughter-in-law? she’d joke in her loving way. Over and over. So much that Jackson had told them he couldn’t get away for Christmas that year.
    That tight ache started up in his chest. Damn. Heidi, who’d leaned her head back to enjoy the ride, was casually digging at things he preferred not to think about. These heart-to-hearts of hers were brutal. He changed the subject. “So, what about your dream? Becoming a shrink. How’d that come to you?”
    “I’ve always been interested in why people do what they do. At the salon, it was natural to talk about problems. I turned out to have a knack for it. Folks would show up at the parlor the day after a haircut claiming they needed shorter bangs just to talk to me.” She sighed, tilted her head, lost in thought. “One guy I’d have had to shave bald to cut his hair any more.” She chuckled wistfully.
    “Sounds like you miss it.”
    “That’s to be