By the time we stop next to my dead car, I’m so focused on the feel of them, the smell of them, it’s a struggle to think of anything else.
Axle slaps his hands together and gives me that mouthwatering, panty-melting. “All right, sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got under your hood.”
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