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moan into his mouth.
    Pulling his mouth from mine, he nips my lower lip and drags his teeth across it. “We need to get out of here,” he whispers placing the helmet on me and tightens the strap, “now.”
    He climbs on his bike, stars it, and then reaches to help me get on behind him. He chuckles when he sees I’m having problems with my tight, short dress.
    I pause, my leg half in the air and glare at him. “Very funny asshole,” I say. “You wouldn’t think it’s funny if it were you.”
    He laughs more. “True,” he agrees, “That is a good thing, as your legs look better in it than mine would. Now get that sweet ass of yours on. I wanna take you for a ride.”
    I laugh as I swing my leg around the back of the bike. Good thing no one else is out here, I just remembered I’m not wearing any underwear. After I’m settled behind him, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. “Let’s ride,” I say.
    He throws his head back in a fit of laughter, drops the bike into first, and throws gravel as we fly out of the parking lot.

Chapter Six

    Fly With Me
     
    S eeing Alicia again has my insides twisting. Tasting her lips, I almost died. It was Heaven; soft, warm, and addicting, everything but more than how I had dreamed. How will I survive without her once she finds out that she is a job?
    I shake my head, she isn’t just a job. She’s the girl turned woman that I fell in love with years ago. She is one of the very reasons I don’t do relationships, as no one could ever measure up to my Alicia. After the job ends, how will I move on? I will be nothing more than an empty shell of what was once a man.
    Like now, with her sweet warm arms around me, I feel my heart breaking, bleeding me dry. The ache has already settled into my chest and I haven’t even made love to her yet. Whatever I do, I must protect my heart at all costs.
    I’m driving her to a favorite spot of mine, just off the bank of Lake Michigan. Not many people know about it which makes it a good place for privacy, since I’m not sure how she would have felt about me inviting myself back to her apartment or her to mine.
    We couldn’t very well talk back at the club. I don’t needing people there knowing I’m a cop. As I’m slowing, I feel her arms tighten and she sighs. I wish I knew what she is thinking , I think to myself.
    Without cutting the engine, I put the kickstand down and turn my head to look at her and smile. “We’re here,” I say.
    She raises her head, smiling. Her eyes are alight and I can see them sparkle. “Already?” she asks and begins to remove the helmet.
    I laugh. “You really like bikes, don’t you?” I ask.
    She chuckles. “If you only knew,” she says. “All my books have some tattooed bad boy on a bike.”
    My smile drops and I look deep into her eyes. “I know,” I whisper, “I’ve read them all.”
    She gasps. “You have?” she whispers.
    I nod and reach a hand behind me. “Come here,” I say. “I want to show you something.”
    She takes my hand and slips off the bike. Lifting the helmet, she asks, “Where do I put this?”
    I motion to the ground next to her with my head. “There,” I answer.
    She leans down, not taking her eyes off mine, sits the helmet down, and stands. Before she can react, I scoot back, pick her up by the waist, and have her straddling me, face to face.
    He hands go straight to my shoulders for support. “Oh my,” she gasps, looking into my eyes.
    I run my hands up her arms and bring them down to rest on my thighs. What I’m about to show her will tell her just how deep I’ve always been into her.
    “What do you want to show me?” she asks breathlessly.
    I stroke her hands once more, take a deep breath, and remove my jacket, her eyes following my every move. I toss it to the ground next to my helmet and pull my shirt up and over my head.
    I heard her intake of air before the shirt even cleared my face and her fingers are tracing it. I tossed the shirt to the ground and