CHAPTER 4
RILEY
Night seven.
The roll-up door is already half-down when I slip inside at 11:00p.m., heart hammering like it’s the first time all over again. The neon OPEN sign flickers off the second the door seals behind me.
Jax is waiting in the middle of the bay, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, c**k thick and heavy against his thigh, eyes dark with seven nights of hunger.
“Last night of payment, Riley,” he says, voice low and rough. “Gonna make sure you never forget who fixed this car.”
I’m already peeling off my dress before he finishes the sentence. “Then ruin me, Jax. f**k me stupid so I can’t walk out of here straight.”
He stalks forward, grabs my throat, and kisses me hard—no warm-up, just teeth and tongue and pure filth.
“On the lift,” he growls against my mouth.
He drags me
