Shedding inhibitions and layers of clothing gave Sinclair the adrenaline rush she needed to allow herself to be consumed by primal desires. The heavy silence of the garage was no longer punctuated by the sputtering of Sinclair’s engine, but by…

The first touch of grease-stained hands was all Sinclair needed to confirm that she was exactly where she needed to be. The neon sign above the workbench flickered, casting rhythmic pulses of electric blue across the interior of the engine…

Setting the scene on Cars and the cold concrete floor, Sinclair was ready to submit. The air in the garage shifted, growing thick and heavy, charged with a magnetism that made the fine hairs on Sinclair’s arms stand at attention.…

Sinclair wanted to feel all the grease and suck in all the masculine pheromones. She asked in a playful tone ; “I’m interested in knowing exactly what it takes to get things moving again.” Bob’s eyes narrowed, a slow, satisfied…

Unexpected introductions in the dim lighting Made Sinclair wet. The sedan’s engine had finally surrendered three miles back, leaving Sinclair to navigate the skeletal remains of the county road under a shroud of oppressive, starless dark. When the neon sign…