by Sylvia Fox
“Don’t worry about old Steve out there.” Axel’s eyes glanced down at my chest again, and I wondered if he was worried I’d given the man out front a bad first impression. But his shirt hid my curves, just the way he wanted, though I swore I caught a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “He’s a regular, and he always shows up early. He’ll wait. Give him today’s newspaper to shut him up.”
“Okay, boss,” I said, trying out the word. Something about it sent thrills across my skin. He could order me to do anything he wanted, and I’d obey without the slightest of arguments against it. Even though I knew fuck all about cars, I was very eager to please.
Tell me what you want from me, Mechanic.
“I’ll do just that,” I said with a wink.
Oh god. I’d just winked at Axel Steele. It was as if my mind and my body were at odds, my body dismissing any logical arguments against throwing myself at this perfect specimen of man.
And to my incredible surprise…Axel winked back.
Face flaming, I spun on my heels and marched back to the front desk. Had I seen that right? Had he actually just winked at me? I mean, it must have only been a friendly wink. Was there such a thing? My mind spinning, I silently handed the customer one of the many newspapers stacked on the countertop. Grumbling, he took it, but Axel had been right. He settled into a plastic chair, let out a long sigh, and flipped it open to read.
Silence rained down, and my thoughts kept catching on the moment when that sexy man had responded to my own flirtation. I needed to try it out again, I thought. See if I could get him to respond to something else. The next time a customer showed up, I made a big deal out of delivering the news to him personally and topped it off with a slow and sexy smile, or at least that was what I aimed for. I’d never really flirted with anyone like this before, and I hoped I wasn’t coming across like some asylum escapee.
But I hadn’t been delusional. In response to my smile, he sent one right back at me, sizzling with sensuality. My blood skittered in my veins, and I knew my whole face was aflame. Heart hammering, I tried to focus on the front desk work, but the distraction of Axel was almost too much for me to bear.
Every now and then I kept glancing out the full-length glass window that separated the front lobby from the garage where the mechanics were hard at work on the cars for the day. Thankfully, my brother wasn’t working today, and I could let my eyes wander across every muscular line on Axel’s firm and bulging body. Every time he picked up a tool, his entire frame seemed to ripple with a kind of strength and ferocity most men couldn’t pull off. He was pure man, exuding heaps of testosterone with everything he did.
At the end of the day, I made a show of shuffling papers on the desk, though there was nothing left for me to do but head home. Everything had been filed and put away, and all the mechanics but Axel had left the shop. So, it was just me and him and a mountain of tension that had been building between us all day. A glint in his eye. His muscles flexing. The tongue that peeked out from between his teeth when he shot me a delicious, suggestive smile.
I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he felt the same way I did, but he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me up.
And I wanted nothing more than to let him.
He ambled slowly into the lobby and flicked off the overhead florescent lights. Suddenly, we were surrounded by darkness, the only light spilling in from the dimmed lamps he’d propped up around that junky Porsche he seemed intent on fixing up. The tension in my body racketed up, and I found my lungs were squeezing tight. I could barely breathe, especially not when he shifted even closer to where I’d pressed myself up against the counter, feeling both hope and fear pouring through me.
I wanted him to take me. Hard and fast. Here and now. But something about it terrified me as much as it thrilled me. I’d been thinking about it for so long, I didn’t know what I’d do if he finally made a move. For one, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I’d never slept with a guy before, especially not a guy like Axel Steele. Would I be any good? Would I be able to please him the way other more experienced women had? For two…well…
For two, if my brother found out that something happened between us, he’d probably kill Axel Steele and toss his body off a cliff.
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Also by Sylvia Fox
I’ve had my eyes on my best friend’s dad for years. Brett’s a pilot, but beyond that, he’s all man.
I’m saving myself for him … even though my fantasies may never be realized. I get off to the idea of us so many times — I’m literally aching for his touch.
But then I need a ride home for Thanksgiving break … and Brett’s in town with his plane.
I finally have a chance to see his cockpit … and damn if I’m not hoping to join the mile high club with this pilot.
I’ll let him fly me anywhere … I just hope he wants to take me away.
EMILY:
Coach Eric Sutton is the hottest man on campus. He’s what I call an Alpha Silver Fox… Older, hot, and delicious. Every co-ed on campus fantasizes about him. And every guy dreams about what it would be like to be on his team…which just so happens to be the #1 squad in all of college basketball.
Coach knows how to win.
I could care less about the basketball part. Couldn’t tell you anything about it. I’m just a bookworm who always has her nose in a steamy romance novel. And besides, Coach wouldn’t look at me twice. And not just because I’m too curvy and too nerdy…
I’m also his daughter’s best friend.
COACH:
Emily Foster is my daughter’s best friend. She’s also a student at the college I coach at. Being with her would obliterate my career, no question about it. It would also make my daughter hate me forever.
But I can’t stop thinking about Emily’s body. And how it’s never been touched by another man. She’s pure as snow and all I can think about are the filthy things I want to do to her when we’re alone together in my house over Christmas break.
I need her. I want her. And one night, I’m able to make a choice… I just hope its the right one.
My dad’s best friend Colt is hot as sin. Like, late night vibe-fest kind of hot. Sure, he’s older, but that doesn’t matter one little bit because Colt Barrett is a man that deserves his own classification. Older. Younger. He transcends it all. He’s one hell of a man and my attraction to him was inevitable the minute I became woman enough to notice.
An early snowstorm traps us alone together in my parents’ house over Thanksgiving and the heat between us is more than either of us can handle. It should all work out just fine, right? I mean, we’re both adults and my parents don’t have to know anything about our little affair.
Until I get pregnant. All I want is a happily ever after with the man of my dreams. It could all be mine as long as my dad doesn’t kill him first.
Dr. John Hardwicke is known as "Professor Hotness" around Moultrie College.
And I'm his student. Professor Hardwicke is head of the Political Science department, which just so happens to be my major.
He's the man who can make all my dreams come true ... in the classroom AND the bedroom.
He's also my father's best friend.
So I doubt he looks at me the way I look at him ... or does he?
When my parents decide to go on an anniversary trip during my Thanksgiving break, it puts me in a bind. I have nowhere to go ... until the professor offers me a place at his table.
And on his c*ck.
Things just got a lot more complicated for this co-ed. But when it comes to the professor, this student is the highest of achievers. I always make the grade.
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