College Girl Takes Mechanic Cock

The engine of the little red convertible had given up with a pathetic sputter two miles outside town, leaving Riley fuming in the driver’s seat. By the time she stormed into Jake’s Garage, her designer sandals were dusty, her sundress clung to her sweat-damp skin, and her patience was gone.

Jake was bent over a workbench, broad back stretching a stained gray tank top, the thick muscles of his arms corded with effort. Grease streaked his forearms and the side of his neck. At the sound of her heels clicking across the concrete, he straightened slowly, wiping his hands on a rag that had seen better decades.

“Help you?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel under tires.

“My car died,” Riley snapped, flipping her long auburn hair over one shoulder. “It’s a Porsche. I need it fixed today. Now.”

Jake’s dark eyes dragged over her—22, tight body, expensive sunglasses pushed up on her head, full tits pressing against thin yellow cotton. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Same-day on a Porsche in this heat? That’ll cost extra, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart, and money isn’t a problem. Just fix it.”

He tossed the rag aside. “Then you can wait in here. AC’s busted, but the view’s decent.” His gaze flicked pointedly down her body before he turned back to the car lift.

Riley’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t used to being dismissed. Still, she followed him across the sweltering garage, hips swaying more than necessary. The place smelled of oil, metal, and clean male sweat. Jake popped the hood of her convertible and disappeared underneath it, tools clinking.