Lily’s pov

“It is eleven and the shop is dark and locked and you still have not driven me anywhere,” I say while I follow Jack up the narrow stairs that lead to the small apartment above the garage.

My legs feel loose and used and every step makes the latest load of cum shift inside me.

The fluorescent lights are off downstairs and the only glow comes from the single lamp he switches on when we step through the door.

He turns around and looks at me standing there in nothing but his open work shirt, jeans long gone, bare feet on the worn floorboards. “I am not taking...