(One shot suggested by one of you awesome readers! Enjoy, I've been dealing with some mental health issues and I'm hoping to get back on a schedule. Any more one-shot suggestions would be appreciated for when I'm feeling like this! This chapter is a little more.. graphic.. than usual. Enjoy. )

Brushing the sweat from my brow with the back of my sleeve, I press the button to lower the lift and settle the car back into the concrete. My heart flutters at the thought of the tall, dark man coming in just a short time to pick up my good work. "That should do it." Pleased with the finished product, I couldn't say it was the most professional job but it was something I'd been able to do entirely on my own.

Thanks to Marcello's connections, I'd been able to ease my way into an auto body shop in my spare time, and working on cars was something I immensely enjoyed. Here I was not a Royal, I wasn't damaged goods, I was only a young man wanting to learn a trade. Truthfully, the car was most of the reason why I was able to get the job in the first place.

A stick shift was not common and most of the work for auto shops nowadays consisted of government vehicles and rebuilds on war machines that required little finesse or creativity. I'd taken the car in to attempt to upgrade some of the slowly aging parts but most of the pieces hadn't been manufactured in quite some time.

 It took multiple attempts, and an aged master adept in metalworking to create the molds, to rebuild all that would be needed to bring it back to where it had been when it was built some hundred odd years ago. Only this strange, ill-tempered man could find a pristine machine made for speed, only he could have a car that couldn't be repaired.

"Must be nice to have money. He doesn't even seem grateful, he hardly says a word when he comes in here. I know he's Marcello's friend but it doesn't mean we don't deserve a bit of gratitude. This thing has been a huge pain in the ass." Peter grumbles, sighing in appreciation as I start the engine.

 Rumbling to life, I rev the engine with a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. "It's a gorgeous car." For a gorgeous man.

I'd had the car for some weeks now, attempting to make it perfect before it was returned.

"When did you stop liking money? He pays his bill." I respond, satisfied with the purr of the mechanics working in unison. I think of the tiny smile at the corner of the man's lips, pleased with the improvements. "Besides, it's been nice to learn on. This is going to be a great avenue to some new opportunities."

Peter opens the door to sit beside me. "You know, it's been nice having you here. You're a quick learner, and you're small enough to reach the tight places. Maybe we should visit making this a permanent position."

It had become a passion, and while I didn't particularly like to drive, I loved the process of improving the machine. Working with my hands, doing physical labor, was something I'd found peace in.

"You sound like you want to offer me a job when this internship is over." I snicker, it was nice to speak to another man who didn't find me attractive. So painfully heterosexual, I didn't have to concern myself with Peter in the least. This was a safe place, I didn't have to worry about my appearance or what anyone thought of me."I want to make these. I want to create vehicles just like this one, better even."

I wanted to make everything that might make him give me that boyish grin, light up and drive like a wild man loose for the first time. My heart quickened at the thought of him seeing my work, I quietly imagine his reaction as I fill out the finishing paperwork. 

"Well. Make a business model. Let's hear it."

"Really?" I try not to choke on my shock.

Swallowing, I glance up through the windshield as the owner of the vehicle enters the shop, ignoring the sign that clearly stated no entry.

He'd taken off his jacket, the white button-up still pressed into perfection across his broad shoulders, clinging to his chest in a flattering spread that hinted at his level of fitness. His hair pulled into some manner of obedience, gelled back with the occasional stray curl attempting to spring free and my personal favorite touch, the light glasses to protect his sensitive eyes.

Frowning at us, he touches his watch and I know he's ending a call. "I hope you aren't slathering my seats in filth." 

Peter opens his mouth to speak but I quickly stand out of the car. 

"Just making sure the finished product is up to your standards."

Walking toward the car, he wrinkles his nose slightly, offended by the strong scent of various fluids and oil from the mandatory tune up. Peter steps out of his way as he inspects with the seat with an irritated sigh.

 "Horrid. Detail it. Promptly." He straightens, dusting himself off as if somehow he was now contaminated. My lip twitches at the dismissive tone. 

"We're about to close. You'll have to come back tomorrow if you want it detailed." Peter snaps, attempting to hold his tongue. 

"I'll do it. Won't take hardly any time at all." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. "God forbid Mr.Mercer dirty himself from the likes of us." I meet the frosty gaze, his jaw tight, glowering at me with an unimpressed air of superiority. "You'll have to wait over there."

Commanding him sent a chill up my spine, the way he devours me with his gaze causes me to practically vibrate with excitement. My wolf stands at attention. 

"I'll observe, I'm sure if you're capable of trying to return it in this condition, I couldn't expect perfection on a second attempt."

"I'll help, Nic." Peter pushes past the tall english man, snagging the cart of supplies as Mr.Mercer steps to the side to touch the piece in his ear once more. I hear him quietly talking, arms crossed over his chest as I get to work on cleaning whatever he'd discovered in the immaculate vehicle. "What a dick." Peter murmurs. 

I wasn't foolish enough to not recognize that the man was obviously a lycan. "More like a prude." I keep my tone teasing, slipping my top half out of my cover alls to slather my scent over the seats as I clean. Everywhere my skin touched would leave the hint of me, I would be pleased to torment him for days to come. 

Tying to sleeves around my waist, I bend with a careful sway of my hips. I could feel the steel gaze, heavy on every move I make. If he wanted to watch, let him, imagining his hands on me motivated my sauntering. Each move meant to entice him while trying not to alert my companion to my intentions.

While I wasn't thrilled about cleaning an already spotless car, I put extra effort into wiping off the seats for I was positive the smell of oil was what detered him. "Want a grab a drink after this? I'm exhausted." Peter wipes at his brow. 

"Want to have to clean it again? I'm not rushing through to go sit at some stinky bar." I mutter. "Go home, Peter. I'll deal with this."

"Leave you alone with him? He looks likes a serial killer."

"Get it on camera, you'll make millions outing a celebrity as a murderer." I retort, hiding the true intention of why I wanted to be alone, what I wanted to do the minute I was by myself. "It's fine."

Frowning, my boss looks past me to shudder at the cold expression of the lingering gaze. "Let me know how it goes." 

I feel him before I see him, hovering close behind me to inspect my work. "It's taking an eternity and you're sending your help home?" he snaps, irritated. His hips were so close to my ass, I could feel the heat emminating off of his body on my backside. 

"Some of us have families." Peter makes him scoff. 

It takes everything in me to hold still, my wolf enticing me to take advantage of the strong man so close to me. "I'm a glutton for punishment." I grumble, purposefully rocking back into the man, receiving a sharp inhale. "There's not much left, Peter is dirtier than I am."

"Yet you still wear these filthy clothes." He points out, snagging the back of my coveralls, brushing his hips against me as he yanks me backward. I stand abruptly, skirting my body against his chest before stepping forward to rest my hands on the roof of the car. 

"Do expect him to work nude? What kind of business do you think this is?" Peter retorts, exasperated. "This is ridiculous. You brought your car in for work, the help is going to get dirty."

I pull my lips into a thin line, it's the humiliation he was after. Kicking off my shoes, I roughly untie my sleeves from my waist, the white tanktop the only thing covering my chest but at least it was clean. I jerk my pants down, stepping out of them roughly to reveal my boxer breifs. "It's fine, Peter. It's hot in here anyways. If you want to see me naked, you'll have to buy me dinner first. I expect a massive tip." I scowl over my shoulder.

Mr.Mercer smirks, amused. I spy my favorite look, irritated mixed with the thrill of the chase "Marcello will be disappointed his recommendation acts so hostile to his essentric friends. I'll be sure to leave a review.. Run along, keep your mouth shut or I'll find other means of entertainment and take my business elsewhere. Do we have an understanding? Petrol, or whatever your name is?"

"Peter- Whatever. Don't let this pervert push you around, Nic. Call me if you need me." Throwing down the rag, he storms out of the rear room and we are finally alone. Wetting my lips, I glance over my shoulder as he observes me from behind. 

Large, broad hands rest on the roof on either side of me, resisting the urge to touch me no doubt. 

I roll my eyes, feigning disgust as I climb into the car to begin the process of cleaning the seats once more. The most conscious I'd ever been of my body, I swing my hips in a slow rock with each movement I make. Each breath I make heavier, reaching down into the floor boards, allowing myself to remain vulnerable to his piercing gaze. 

The low growl in his throat makes my heart gallop in my chest. His ability to resist was driving me wild. "Spread your legs, entertain me while I wait." His voice is rough, heavy. 

There was hardly any room in the cramped car, I press my thighs together, "Excuse me?" I manage, tense. "Sir, that seems beyond my paygrade."

"Don't think I don't notice what you're doing. If you want my business, spread your legs. You're hard as a rock. Show me." 

Flushing, I had hardly even noticed how turned on I was. Feeling him watching me, wondering what he was thinking, I slowly slide my legs apart, trying not to slip off the seat as I allow one foot to rest on the concrete to support me. "I didn't realize you were into tormenting men. What would the press think?"

Mr.Mercer scoffs, lighting a cigarette and taking a slow draw. I shudder, exposed before him. "You devour me with your eyes every time I come in here, I'm just collecting payment on your less than polite gawking. Touch yourself." 

My hand rests on my inner thigh, I feign innocence. "If you're going to play dumb there's a line of pretty faces waiting for your place. You were performing quite nicely, now touch yourself like you do when you think of me. I won't ask again."  

Skirting my hand over my erection, I nearly whimper at the intensity of his command. My body was on fire, my wolf threatening to go mad. I want to press my thighs together, to gain some sort of friction. Painfully hard, I shiver as I slowly massage myself through the thin material.

 "Like this?" I manage, glancing over my shoulder once more and earning a sultry look in return. He takes another drag of the death stick, I note the impression in his pants and massage my entrance through the material of my shorts. Cursing under my breath, my body gives away my desire as I nearly plead for some sort of contact. 

"I knew you were a slut. Look at you, I could probably make you come just by watching." 

His voice was like smooth whisky, burning my need to retaliate but soothing me into a state of intoxication of which there was no return. "Big talk for someone who hasn't paid their bill." My hand stops, saving me from embarrassing myself. 

My response catches him off guard. "Think I'm not good for it?"

"I think you're stalling." I mumur, rocking my hips back and forth as the sensation of my fingers. I nearly slip under the leg of my shorts but I feel the sharp smack of his hand on my ass. 

"Don't soil yourself with those filthy hands. I'm not nearly finished with you." 

"Not yet." I manage, panting from the intensity. Arching my back, I waggle my hips with a sigh of desire, "You owe me a handsome some of money. Pay first." Shoving me away, he steps away from the car to finish his cigarette, tossing it on the ground and crushing it out as I step out to straighten my tank top. 

"Follow me." I clear my throat, leading him to the computer as he hands me his credit card. "Verando?" I note the name. 

"Mr.Mercer.." He spits, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently. 

I run the card, noting the little approved sign. Glancing up at him, I wet my lips and press the small clear button. "Declined."

"Excuse me?" He snaps, genuinely appauled. 

"Declined." I pull the screen around for him to see. "Hmm. Interesting. Well well well, this is a predicatment." Tapping my chin with my finger, I catch my lower lip between my teeth as I observe him. "Seems like you're going to have to give some other form of payment."

Wrinkling his nose, he straightens, "I have other cards."

"No, I think I want something else. I'm filthy, remember? Perhaps you should bathe me." Sitting back into the chair, I lift one of my legs to hook it over the arm of the chair. Gesturing to my obvious arousal, I tilt my head. "Unless all you're good for is talk?"

Bending at the waist, he rests his hands on the arms of the chair, face inches from mine. "Or what?"

"This will make a hell of a story, Mr.Mercer. Millionaire attempts to sexually assault young intern..."

Catching my lips with his own, he kisses me deeply, I part my lips to taste him and grip his tie to pull him closer. "I knew you were a whore." He scowls. I growl back at him, yanking him sharply so that he drops to his knees. 

"Put your mouth to good use." 

Sliding my shorts down, he wraps his fist around me, eyes locked with my own as the warm wet tongue passes over the tip of my erection. Shivering, I sink my teeth into the back of my hand as I attempt to control myself. He takes me into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine, sucking hard as he mercilously devours me. "now who's a whore." I tease, tilting my head back with a gasp as I drape my leg over his shoulder. 

His mouth feels incredible, his expert tongue teasing me, taking me deep into his throat with each stroke. "You suck dick like you've done it before."

Growling low in his chest, it's almost my undoing as he takes me out of his mouth to find my entrance, his hand working my length as I jerk in shock. "Ah! Not there!" I feign innocence as I knot my hands in his hair. 

Smirking, he pauses to glance up at me. "Getting cold feet? You're the one who wanted a bath."

Flushing, I press my thighs together, watching him with wide eyes. "I've... never had anyone do that before." Innocence wasn't easy for me, he does his best to hide his concern as he gauges my response. He yanks my hips forward, moving to slide his tongue into my entrance once more. "Sir!" I manage, shivering as I fist my hand in his hair and attempt to stay coherent. I'm becoming painfully close, doing everything in my power to hold back.

"Coming already?" He teases, straightening to meet my gaze as he strokes my erection. "I'll have this debt paid off in no time. You're out of your league." 

"It's so intense." I could play this role, the inexperienced youth, it was fun to be submissive, to surrender to the overwhelming masculine energy. I melt under his touch, surrendering to his stroking, panting as I writhe in my own skin. Running his tongue up my length, I can't hold back anymore. Finding my completion, I do the best to stifle myself as I shut my eyes tightly. 

When I peak up at him, I'm taken aback when I see that I've managed to finish in his face, a clear streak of completion from his lips across his glasses. Taking off his glasses, he forms his mouth into a thin line and my cheeks darken to a whole new color. "Oh fuck! Randy!" I hurriedly grab the hem of my shirt to wipe at his face as he runs his tongue over his upper lip.

I shudder at the sight of him and just gasp as I yank off my shirt and shove it into his face. "You are unbelievable." Torn between unfathomable turned on and horrendously embarrassed, I opt to kiss him as his resurfaces.

"Never had that happen before." He admits with a scoff. 

"I can't believe you licked it!"

"Darling, I just had your cock in my-"

"Stop!!" I whine, covering his mouth with my hand. "Debt paid. Go home."

"Not entirely." Standing, he lifts me, carrying me to the vehicle despite my protests before setting me in front of the still open drivers side door. "To bad the hood is so sloped. This will have to do." Spinning me to face the car, I hear his zipper as he grinds his hips against mine. 

"Is this where you murder me?" I manage, before spinning to face him, I drop to my knees, nuzzling his buldge with my nose as I lick the thin fabric. "What if I just return the favor?"

Stopping him, teasing him, preventing him from having his way, it drove him wild and I lived for it. Yanking his pants down just enough to expose him, I widen my eyes as I look up at him through my lashes. "Oh my. Is this for me? Mr.Mercer, what a generous payment."

Flushing, he clears his throat. "You're ridiculous." he mutters, I kiss the tip of his length, running my tongue over the sensitive skin. 

"I don't think this is going to fit, I can hardly get my mouth on it." Stroking his ego, I lap at the side, slowly passing my tongue down the length. "I don't think I handle such a large-" Abruptly, he pulls me to my feet by my hair, yanking my head back to crush his lips to mine as captures my waist. I cry out yet grind against him, cursing as he claims my mouth. 

"Filthy wench." He seethes, lips dangerously close to mine. 

"Pretentious asshole." I retort, shoving my knee between his thighs. Spinning me, he shoves me roughly against the car as I grip the roof. 

"You have the mouth of a street trolope." 

"I was thinking the same thing-" 

Gripping my thigh, he hikes my leg up till I'm on my tip toe, perched on one foot as he supports me against his body. Sliding into me partly, I cry out at the intensity of the angle. I'd hardly had any prep and I was so turned on, my body was at war with itself. "Ah! Sir!" I manage, "I can't!"

"Mm, you're doing so marvelously." He retorts against my ear, sinking his teeth into my neck as he fills me. I cling to him, tense as he claims me with each stroke. "Some bodies were made to be fucked, it would appear yours is one of them." I can't resist at the angle in which I'm restrained, he takes me completely, I'm trembling from the sensation as I attempt to fathom what it is I want. 

The play suggests I should beg him to stop yet I want nothing more than for him to keep going. But, before anything else, I knew my husband. I knew how far I could push him, if i asked him to stop he would, and that's why I loved him so dearly. Leaning back against him, I knot my hand in his hair, pulling myself up onto his body as he hooks my other leg in his free hand. I roll against him, utilizing his strength to hold me up as I enjoy myself unrestrained. 

Moving freely, I utilize every inch of him, leveraging myself against his neck, cursing under my breath as I rock. "Gods, Nic." He moans into my ear as I tilt my head back in a delerious moan. I was lost to the sensation, overwhelmed and completely had. "You're incredible."

"Don't tell my husband you said that." I murmur with a near giggle, cursing as I rest my head against his shoulder, crying out as he uses my own body weight to penetrate me. "He'd kill you."

"He's a lucky man." The posh man licks my neck, growling as he nears completion. Sliding me off his body, he pushes me face down into the front seat, keeping my hips firmly in the air as he enters me. "Press your thighs together." He commands, smacking me on the ass. I do as I'm commanded, face buried in the my arms as I try to stay standing. Once more he fills me, my body resists, the position makes me want to scream and yet every point in my body was on fire. 

"Nic." He manages, I feel the tremble in his body, his voice shaking from the intensity. 

"Randy, I can't take it." I breathe, fighting to keep my thighs together, fighting to not surrender to him. 

Each stroke was more intense than the last, hitting my sensitive spots on every pass, sending my body into an inferno. Slow, intimate, intense, he uses me entirely as I hear his breath quicken. It was the most at his edge I'd ever heard him, overwhelm, lost in the sensation, he burys himself in me as he finishes and I follow close behind him. Slick with sweat, shaking uncontrollably, I nearly collapse as he releases me. 

I was going to be sore tomorrow but it would be so worth it. "I'd say my debt is paid." Verando's voice catches me off guard. 

I glance over my shoulder with a smirk, trying to catch my breath as I rest on my knees. "Oh, it was always paid. I lied. Your card was fine."

Frowning, he grips my arm, jerking me to my feet. "Oh really?"

Nodding, I stretch on my toes, leaning against him to catch his lips. "I just thought you were cute. Good thing you're good at other things too, not just a pretty face. You can pay me in cash and in this way from now on."

"Why the hell would I do that?" my favorite look appears, the play was over, he was back to my charming husband who adored me. 

"I have you fucking me on camera, you must do as I say sexually or I will turn the tape over to the press. You're now my sex slave." I waggle my eyebrows and he deepens the kiss. 

"Mmm. It would appear I've been had. Well played. I enjoy submissive Nic, but next time, I'd like to have my Nic, you don't make nearly enough noise when you're trying to be coy."