Lily’s pov

“You still got cum dripping down my leg and you are already back under that hood like nothing happened,” I say from my spot on the workbench, swinging my bare legs and watching grease smear across Jack’s thick fingers as he leans into the engine bay.

It is four o’clock and the garage feels hotter than before, the air thick with oil and the leftover smell of sex.

My shorts are back on but I left the button open and the zipper halfway down so he can see the wet patch still spreading.

Every time he looks up our eyes lock and hold longer than they should.

Jack...