Tainted Love: A Lovestruck Novella, Book 1 by Lane Hart, Aaron Daniels, Editor's Choice Publishing

else, I swear.”
    Josie scoffs and looks away. “And that’s why she was on her knees?” she asks.
    “Um, yeah. She was checking the pressure in my tires…”
    “Ha! That’s one way to describe it,” she says with a shake of her head.
    “That’s what it’s called. I had her practice all the usual maintenance jobs on my truck.” 
    “And blowjobs? I heard you talking about her experience afterwards.”
    “Her experience with cars!” I assure her, but it feels like we’re going in circles. I’m starting to think that Josie has issues with cheating based on her reaction to what she thought must have happened back in the garage. After last night, I can’t really say I blame her. So, I know only one thing that’s guaranteed to ease her mind - proof.
    “Come on,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and holding it so tight she can’t pull away.
    “Let me go!” she protests.
    “Nope,” I say, forcing her to follow me back to the garage. Once inside, I take her to my office and sit her down in my desk chair. Then I pull up the security camera footage for the camera in the first bay and rewind it for her. After it’s ready, I hit play and let her watch and hear the last fifteen minutes. The screen eventually shows me calling out for her and then the empty garage. That’s when I hit stop and wait for her to respond.
    “Oh,” is all she says, squirming in the chair.
    “Someone cheat on you, Josie?” I ask when I squat down next to the chair to get eyelevel with her, but she continues to avoid my gaze.
    “Yeah,” she says, her eyes still lowered. “Fiancé, after we had set a wedding date.”
    “What a fucking asshole,” I grumble. “When was that?”
    “Couple years ago,” she answers with a shrug.
    “Well, I know from experience how insecure and uncertain that shit can make you feel,” I assure her, unable to stop myself from reaching out to stroke her cheek. “But I may not always have video proof to show you, so can you give me the benefit of the doubt until I actually fuck up?” I ask.
    “So you’re saying you’re gonna fuck up?” she asks, finally looking me in the eye with the hint of a smile lifting her lips.
    “Probably, but not cheating. Never have and never will,” I declare.
    “But we’re not…I mean, that’s why it was stupid that I overreacted.”
    “We’re not yet , but I hope we will soon,” I admit, rubbing a palm up the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
    “You can’t?” she asks, blinking at me in surprise.
    “Nope.”
    “Oh,” she mutters softly.
    “I thought about you last night when I got myself off in your shower…”
    “You did?”
    “And again this morning,” I add, unashamed. “Tonight, when I’m alone, I already know I’ll be thinking about how you taste, how many times I could get you off in one night, and what sounds you make when you come.”
    “Oh.”
    Her lack of a verbal response makes me chuckle. “I just told you I’ve been thinking about eating you out and what you’ll scream when I’m fucking you, and all you have to say to that is Oh ?”
    She nods and bites down on her bottom lip before she tells me, “ Oh is usually the sound I make when I come. I don’t know how I taste, and my old record is four times in one night.”
    I laugh and then have to clear my throat after her confession. “Well then, good to know, and I guarantee I can easily beat four.”
    Josie giggles and shakes her head. “You’re so cocky.”
    “Come home with me.” The words just fall out of my mouth, not the least bit smooth, but fuck it. 
    “What?” Josie asks, her mouth hanging open a moment before she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. The sight causes a party in my boxers. Mostly it makes my dick twitch and swell, lengthening to epic proportions.
    “I need you to come home with me tonight,” I look into her big blue eyes and tell her honestly.
    “But – ”
    I press my index finger over her lips. “No