I chuckle. “I thought girls saw giving head as a chore.” That’s the main reason I’ve never asked for it before. When I was only hooking up with someone, I didn’t want to be selfish. Not when I wasn’t giving them any more of myself.

“It’s only a chore if you don’t like doing it.”

“And you like it?” My question is breathless as I stare down at Zoey’s mouth, the sparkle of her piercing taunting me.

She uses her body, pushing her chest against mine, to back me up until my knees hit the armrest of the couch and I fall backward, bouncing on the plush cushions. Zoey stands tall above me, her dark honey hair curling over her shoulders, cocky smile plumping her cheeks.

With swift hands, Zoey tugs off my boots before fully stripping off my pants and briefs. Then, she climbs over me, straddling my hips, and settles the hot core of her against my rigid cock. A broken groan pushes out of my throat as my mind tries to deal with the delicious torture of being pinned down by lace-covered perfection. One thin strip of material separates us.

As I’m losing my mind, Zoey is still meticulously removing my clothing. She tugs my grease-stained T-shirt over my head, so I finally lie completely naked beneath her.

“This is my favorite position to finish in.” She stares down at me, palms braced on my shoulders, waiting for an answer.

“Hell yes. I can’t wait—” My grip is on her hips, lifting her up, trying to figure out how to tug off her panties when she has her legs straddling me.

“No.” Slim fingers wrap around my wrists.

Zoey removes my hands, and I grumble in disappointment. Then, she pins my arms above my head, her face hovering just above mine, a sexy, scolding look in her eyes.

“You haven’t been paying attention.”

A disbelieving scoff bursts from my chest. I’ve done nothing but pay attention. My eyes haven’t left Zoey since she sauntered into the mechanic’s shop.

Zoey smirks, then leans down to bite my lower lip. Hard. She doesn’t draw blood. But she does almost make me come.

“Warner, what do I want?” she murmurs against my mouth, her tongue coming out to soothe the spot where her teeth dug in.

I swallow multiple times before I can form words. “You want to ride me?”

This feels like a test. What will I get if I answer wrong? More importantly, what will I get if I answer correctly?

“Hmmm.” She drops her head lower, and suddenly, I feel a hard bite on my neck. My hips jerk up in response, my body writhing in pleasure.

Zoey’s human strength is no match for my supernatural abilities. If I wanted, I could easily break her hold, roll over with her pinned under me, and drive through her flimsy underwear.