Page 24 of Whirlwind

Chapter 7

Taylor

Taylor glanced up, and then quickly glanced down again. Julio was still watching him.

He looked like some sort of predator, waiting to eat him up. And he’d been doing it all day, except during his oddly long lunch break where’d he’d disappeared for over an hour and then given Taylor a wink when he returned.

All of the attention made Taylor incredibly nervous, and he’d been making stupid mistakes. Right now, he was standing in front of the wall of tools where he needed to get something, but he couldn’t remember for the life of him what it was.

Julio stalked over and handed him a vice grip and a hammer, trailing his other hand along his ass. Then, he went back to what he was working on, like he wasn’t affected at all.

Somehow, that made it even hotter. It played into some weird narrative in his head, where Julio was the big boss, going about his business, and Taylor was just there to please him.

The fact that Taylor technically owned the business and Julio was his employee was irrelevant. He was beginning to realize that what he had thought of as little kinks were just the tip of the iceberg. Now he was wondering if Julio was into role play. He was pretty sure the answer would be yes.

He blinked at the car in front of him and began loosening bolts from the rusty battery.

Needless to say, he’d also been incredibly horny all day. When they’d woken up and driven back to the garage together, Julio had instructed him to go upstairs to his apartment to change his clothes.

He’d been very specific that Taylor was supposed to wear something pretty for him, that only the two of them would know about.

So, now he was wearing his pale pink satin panties and matching top under his dungarees. He’d worn these panties to work before, but he hadn’t counted on how different they’d feel with the looser fabric of his overalls. Or how much Julio’s gaze would affect him.

He felt naughty and special. And very much owned.

If only this could continue. It was clear that Julio was interested now. But was he like this with other guys? Would it last?

Taylor catalogued in his mind everything that Julio had said last night. He’d been over this list several times now.

First, he said he was open to anything that Taylor wanted, and he put a relationship in that list.

Second, he said, “you’re it for me.” That had to mean something, right?

Third, he’d said a few times that he’d been waiting to touch him, which implied that he’d been thinking about this for longer than, say, a day.

Fourth, he talked about things they were going to do later, which kind of implied it wasn’t a one-night stand. Or a two-date stand, if that was a thing.

And fifth, maybe most importantly, he said he wanted to do it without condoms.

It wasn’t quite a declaration of love, but it sounded suspiciously like monogamy. Julio might play the field, but Taylor knew that he was honest and safe with his partners. He wouldn’t go bare if there was a chance that either of them would catch something.

When Taylor finished replacing the car battery, he stepped back to figure out his next task. Only Julio was behind him. Like, right behind him and holding him possessively by the hips.

“Do you know what time it is, baby?” Julio’s voice in his ear sent shivers down his spine. “The shop closed three minutes ago.”

Taylor glanced up at the clock and hid a grin. They usually didn’t pay much attention to the clock, heading out anywhere between 5:30 and 6:30 depending on the day.

But if Julio had decided that they were suddenly going to pay attention to the 6:00 listed on the sign, he wasn’t going to complain.

Julio’s hands slid under the bib of his overalls, touching bare skin as they travelled past his shirt down to his thighs.

Oh, god. He hadn’t thought of this either when he put the overalls on this morning. Julio’s hands could just slip in between the layers and touch any part of him without having to open a single fastening.

Now they were running over the smooth satin along his waist.

“So good for me, love. I think you’re going to have to wear this particular combination more often.” He chuckled. “Easy access.”

He nuzzled against the back of Taylor’s neck. “I like these rough dungarees with a little present for me underneath. No one else would ever know.”