Stone stopped what he was doing. He put down his current tool and faced me with a smirk. He rose a black eyebrow as I sent him a cheerful grin.

"Come here." He demanded, motioning with a finger for me to go to him.

Purposefully at a slow pace, I jumped off the countertop and walked towards him and the open hood of the car. I stopped a metre in front of him and tilted my head challengingly.

His huge hands gripped at my hips before he tugged me towards him. Clutching at my waist, he moved me so that I was standing in front of the car with my back to him.

I felt him lean down to linger close to my neck.

One of his hands moved from my hip to point to a circular part in the car "What is that part called?"

"The air filter." I answered after a long pause.

The giant looming over me hummed in response.

I sent him a victorious smile over my shoulder.

He reached for the towel in his jean pocket and wiped his fingers before pointing to another part in the hood of the car.

Following his finger, I studied the white rectangular shaped item that had four sockets with wires coming out of them before I answered, "That is a spark plug."

The huge hand that was now clean of engine grease started to travel down from my hips. His palm went past my leather skirt before stopping. He began inching up the material.

Warmth touched my neck as the commanding mouth started sucking on the skin below my jawline.

"Which part is the intake hose?" Stone uttered against my skin.

That was when he chose to take his calloused palm and rip my panties off.

His habit of ripping my clothes was soon going to leave me without a wardrobe.

My breathing went erratic as I pressed my back against him and tipped my head upwards slightly. I ignored the excitement building up at the bottom of my stomach and pointed to the large thick pipe near the left of the hood.

Stone planted a kiss on my neck while moving his fingers until they covered the whole of my bare mould.

"Good girl." He rasped out in praise.

"What happens if I get an answer wrong?" I whispered my question.

He chuckled hoarsely and evilly "Then you are all mine."

Thank all the sex gods that Mike was away on vacation with his wife to Hawaii for their fiftieth anniversary.

A lone finger slipped into my wetness, and I shook at the sensation. I leant all my weight onto the front of the large man standing behind me as I let my eyes flutter shut for a few seconds.

"Point to the throttle body." The deep voice amusedly uttered against my earlobe.

His thick finger began to move. In and out. Filling the hole and flicking over the spot that was needing attention.