Dirty Mechanic: A Bad Boy Blue Collar Romance by Melissa Devenport

Author:Melissa Devenport [Devenport, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Perfect Harmony Publications
Published: 2018-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The Show

Sam

Come here, go there, do this, do that. Show up here. Dress this way, act this way.

He was tired of being commanded about and he’d only gone to one stupid part. Where he’d had his crotch grabbed by a woman old enough to be his mother. The whole fake fiancé thing was already so fucking old.

When Amy sent him a text about her damn gallery show and asked him to be there, he knew he couldn’t tell her no. He owed it to her after what he’d done at her place a few weeks ago. Even if he was nervous about seeing her, he could play it off like nothing happened. He had to.

It’s more than that. Since that night, the ache for Amy had intensified until it was nearly unbearable. He couldn’t even function properly. He messed up at work, which could be fucking dangerous. He was off his game. He wasn’t sleeping properly. Food… well, he didn’t actually eat anymore. He felt like she was a ghost, living inside of him, inside his head, inside his body, inside his damn heart. She weighed him down like an anchor pulling him to the bottom of the ocean.

It was more than just wanting her. It was all those years he’d spent loving her back when they were teenagers. It was all the years he’d spent since then, wishing he hadn’t let her go. Or that he’d had the courage to find her. She might have left, but he could have gone after her.

Sam heaved a sigh as he adjusted his tie. An actual tie. He couldn’t remember the last time he wore one. Probably for high school grad a decade before. He had on a rented suit, since he didn’t actually want to go out and get one. Amy asked him to wear something nice. She said she’d be dressed up.

Of course, it was all over text, the conversation, since of course she wouldn’t pick up the phone and call. Why would she, after he’d basically asked her to submit to him? Although, she’d called him back. She was just confused. She didn’t mean it. It might have felt good, but it didn’t mean anything for her. That’s all she wanted. The moment of pleasure. The fact that she’d obviously enjoyed it made it marginally better, what he’d done. Not at all acceptable though. He was still disgusted with himself.

He could still hear her lusty cries echoing through his brain. He craved the taste of her again, spicy and rich down his throat. Most of the past two weeks had been spent walking around with a hard on that refused to go away. He wouldn’t give himself the satisfaction of jerking off either. Because if he did that, he knew he’d be imagining Amy. He’d see himself inside of her, fucking that perfect pussy…

“Fuck!” Sam wrenched the tie off his neck so hard that the skin below actually burned even though the collar of his shirt was in the way.

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