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on, let’s go inside. Your chocolate’s on the pillow.
I’ll be right back.”
    Her gaze stayed on him until he disappeared into the
bathroom. He was quick about the shower—although the temptation to linger under
the hot jets was strong, the lure of the woman outside was stronger. He
slathered gel down his body and into his hair, sudsing up before rinsing.
    Halfway through, he realized she was watching him while
leaning against the doorframe, an indistinct shape through the foggy shower
partition. He finished rinsing, turned the water off and got out, accepting the
towel she handed him.
    “You that eager to go, babe?” He toweled his hair
vigorously, letting his body drip dry onto the mat.
    “Go?”
    “Our motorcycle ride.”
    She squeaked. “You were serious about that?”
    “Hell yes. We have to hike out a ways first, to the staff
parking lot. You game?” He wanted her in bed, but if he played his cards right,
he could have the best of both worlds.
    Her eyes lit up as she nodded, and he tossed the towel
aside, relieved at her willingness. He had always wanted to go on a moonlight
ride with a pretty girl. Even though she was a virtual stranger, doing this
just felt right for some reason.
    “Let me get dressed, then we’re out of here.”
    * * * * *
    The slight disappointment at not immediately falling into
bed with Jude was tempered by my excitement at seeing his Harley. As I
approached the bike, he handed me a helmet with a no-nonsense look. I wrestled
the thing over my head and the world became muffled. A few moments of fumbling
and I’d flipped the visor up. That was better.
    Apart from two cars, the staff parking lot was empty. The
nearest cabin was a ten-minute walk away, so we were pretty isolated out here.
I supposed that was for the better—the stupid Terms and Conditions I’d
apparently agreed to probably banned me from leaving the premises.
    Jude, dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a leather jacket,
gestured for me to sit in front. I frowned, taking a step back. Did he want me
to drive?
    Trust me , he mouthed.
    Closing my eyes briefly, I took a deep breath and straddled
the motorcycle. This had to be one of the craziest things I’d ever done. When
Jude swung on behind me and undid my fly with nimble fingers, I amended that
thought. This was the single craziest deed I’d ever participated in.
    Then his hand slid inside my underwear and I clenched in
renewed desire. I was already wet for him after watching him shower, and his
touch was almost enough to tip me over the edge. When he started the engine, my
cry of pleasure was lost in the roar of the motorcycle.
    And the seat underneath me was vibrating. Holy fuck. I
squirmed, tilting my hips to give his hand greater access. He motored forward
just enough to get us down the road a little way, and the increased vibration
had me panting inside my helmet, desperately wanting more.
    Then he stopped the bike, and I cried out again as his
fingers slipped inside me, starting a steady rhythm that was going to undo me
any second now. His other hand swept up my shirt, and I let my helmeted head
drift back against his shoulder so that I was staring at the sky.
    You gotta just let go, babe . His advice resonated in
my mind.
    The moon fragmented into countless silver shards as I came
for the second time in my life, my cries muffled inside the helmet, lost in the
engine’s throb. Aftershocks rocked me, but Jude held me close even though his
erection nudged at the small of my back.
    When I reached for him, though, he slid off the bike with a
mischievous grin. Let’s ride , his lips said, and I scootched back to
give him the front. My jeans were still undone, but it was warm enough, and
nobody was around to notice. I locked my arms around Jude’s waist as we took
off down the dirt road.
    Puffs of dust marked our wake as we cruised. I rested my
cheek against Jude’s leather-covered back, still trying to catch my breath. My
legs were still a little wobbly and I