You weren’t supposed to be here, at least, not without him knowing but here you were, standing in his garage, fingertips gliding over the cold metal of the tank like you were tracing a forbidden secret, the faint scent of oil and dust hung in the air, and your curiosity gnawed at you.

The sharp creak of the garage door swinging open made you jolt, head snapping toward the sudden spill of light.

Your boyfriend Zane, stood in the doorway, brows arched, eyes sweeping over you in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” His voice was slow, edged with suspicion, but the curl at the corner of his mouth promised trouble.

You tried to play it off, palm still resting on the tank. “Looking aroun.” You said with a casual shrug, as if you hadn’t just been caught trespassing in his personal space. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

He stepped inside, his boots echoing against the concrete. “So you just… break in?” His tone dipped lower.

You opened your mouth for a witty comeback but suddenly his arm hooked around your waist, lifting you clean off your feet.

“Hey! What the—” You yelped, grabbing at the back of his shirt as your world flipped upside down.

Your skirt slid to the side with the movement, baring one leg, you couldn’t see his face from this angle, but you felt him pause, felt the heat of his breath against your skin, and then his teeth sank into your thigh in a sharp, claiming bite.

“Ah! Are you insane?!” You cried, the sting shooting straight through you.

He pressed a slow kiss over the mark, his voice rich with mock innocence. “Sorry, baby… those intrusive thoughts won when I saw this beautiful ass.”

Before you could respond, he adjusted his grip, bouncing you once on his shoulder like you weighed nothing. “Now, let’s go.” He said, already carrying you out of the garage, completely unfazed by your squirming protests.