Take the Fall (Take the Fall, #1)(18)

She skirts around me, the side of her breast brushing against my arm. My dick gets hard, and it takes everything inside of me to not touch her again.

I can still taste that kiss of ours, and I want to taste her again. Worse than before.

“Are you coming?” she asks, pausing by the door.

And that’s a loaded question I’m not answering. Out loud anyway. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” she says.

I follow her to the garage. She grabs a broom and shoves it at me. “Here.”

“It’s a broom,” I say.

“Good job. Now, start sweeping. Then you can scrub the oil spill in bay five, followed by cleaning the men’s bathroom in the break room.” She sashays out of there like she’s just won the war.

“What did you do to piss off Little Boss?” one of the guys asks me.

“She caught me sitting behind her desk.”

“Fuck,” another one says, his eyes all wide. “Guess I won’t be getting anywhere near that.”

“Damn right you won’t!” I want to shout, but I’m not here to make enemies. “Is the men’s room bad?” I ask.

“Today it is.”

“Figures.” I start sweeping. If this is what it takes to convince Rowan I’m here to learn, then this is what I’ll do.

—

After cleaning the most disgusting bathroom I’ve ever seen—and that’s saying something considering I did missions in countries where holes in the ground were considered a luxury—I go in search of Rowan.

I find her in her office, her brow scrunched as she reads something from her computer monitor. She jumps as soon as she spots me.

“Asshole ninja,” she mutters before raising her voice. “Can I help you?”

“I’m done with my chores, boss.” I plop down in the chair across from her desk. “What else do you have for me?”

“Did anyone check behind you and make sure you performed up to standard?” she says in a bossy-ass tone of voice I love.

“Come sit in my lap and I’ll show you how well I can perform.”

Her eyes widen. “Is that how you talk to all your bosses?”

Weak. Yeah, I’m completely keeping with this line of strategy. “Nope.”

She smirks. “So I’m the special one. Dandy.”

There she is. “Boyd inspected my work. Gave me a gold star.”

“Hmpf.” Her pouty lips flatten. “How long has it been since you’ve worked on an engine?”

“Seven years,” I say unemotionally. I know what she means, and I know what I’ve done. My MOS in the Marines was as an aviator mechanic, but I worked my ass off and eventually got promoted to helicopter crew chief.

Baby blue eyes light up like a summer day. “I have a special project that Boyd and I are working on. We need an assistant.”

“Need someone to get a nut off?”

Biting her lip, Rowan stares at me. Yeah, got her again. Her brain is frantic right now. I know she wants to give me as good as I’ve given her. It’s her nature, and I love it. “No, I need someone to wipe the sweat off my face and look pretty while he does it,” she finally says.

Better. I’ll have to up my game. “I’m happy to wipe you down. Whenever and wherever.”

She shoots to her feet. “Let’s go.”

“You plan on coming home tonight?” I ask before I can stop myself.

She glances over her shoulder at me, a sly smile on her face. “Were you scared, staying in that big ole house by yourself?”

“Yeah, why don’t you sleep with me tonight and keep the bad dreams away?”

She rounds on me. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. I won’t ever be interested. Got that?”

“Yeah, I got it.” I grab Rowan and pull her into the nearest empty office, then lock the door behind us.

“What do you think you’re—”

I capture her lips with mine, pushing her up against the door. Her hands come up between us, but I grab her arms and shove them against the door, too. She bites my lip. I bite hers back, and she lets out a moan, hooking her leg over my hip.

Grinding into her, I let go of one hand to cup the back of her head. I shove my tongue inside her mouth, desperate for a taste. Her free hand steals in between us once more, but it’s to work my shirt up. I stop kissing her long enough to pull it over my head.

“You want me to stop?” I ask, inches from her perfect lips.

“Don’t ask me questions,” she orders, slamming her lips into mine. Her teeth cut into me and I relish the pain. It means this is real and not some wet dream.

Cupping her ass, I lift her up and settle between her thighs. My dick is hard, my heart is pounding, and I want in. Her hands dig into my hair, slide down my chest, and scrape at my nipples. She was always a little rough and I dug it, but now I f*cking love it.

I kiss my way down her throat, nipping at the exposed skin. “Take off your shirt. I want to feel you.”

There’s no hesitation as she unbuttons and pulls it off. Underneath, she’s only wearing a thin white tank top. Her nipples are tight little points that are begging for my mouth. I swoop down, sucking one, material and all. She cries out my name. I move my hips against her, showing her exactly what I want to do.