Lily’s pov

“It is almost six and you still have not fixed the damn thing,” I say while I sit cross-legged on the edge of the workbench in nothing but my tank top, watching Jack dig through the parts shelf with grease still streaked across his forearms.

My shorts are somewhere on the floor and the fresh load he pumped into me earlier is slowly leaking onto the metal surface under my bare ass.

Every time he glances over his shoulder our eyes hold and the heat in his stare makes my cunt clench around the emptiness he left behind.

Jack pulls a small box off the top shelf, checks...