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BILF: Yep, I’ll pick you up on the way.

Me: I can’t ride the bike tomorrow. I’m bringing desserts and drinks.

BILF: I’ll bring my truck. Desserts? Ava’s bakery or your microwave?

Me: Ava’s bakery, smart ass.

BILF: Lemon bars or raspberry pie.

Me: I’ll get them if she has them.

BILF: I’ll call her. She’ll have some. She spoils us, but mostly Chubs.

Me: Jealous?

BILF: You going on a date with me tonight?

Me: Yes.

BILF: I have nothing to be jealous of then.

Me: Trigger said you walked into a door. Care to explain?

BILF: Nope. See you soon, doll.

Me: Cyl

I shower, moisturize and blow dry my hair. Makeup is done and my clothes are laid out and waiting on me. I choose my jewelry for the night and then braid my hair into one long braid that lies down my back nearly to my waist. As I’m zipping up my knee-high boots, my doorbell rings.

Opening the door, I am blessed with the sight of Pooh, standing on my doorstep looking smoking hot. Black jeans, black button up, black leather cut and black biker boots. And a black eye. The all black look makes his hazel eyes pop even more than usual. His beard is closely cropped and gorgeous on that face. I realize I’m staring when I see his mouth grin at me, exposing white, straight teeth.

“You keep looking at me like that, babe, and we won’t be leaving for a while. A long while. If you don’t want to be my dinner, we best get moving.”

“Ugh, yeah, okay, let me grab my purse and then I’m ready,” I mumble out.

I hear him chuckle when I turn to grab my purse and sling it across my body. I close and lock the door and Pooh takes my hand as we walk to his bike. It’s a beast. It’s dark blue with a lot of chrome and while I know nothing about bikes, I know it’s a lot to handle. I love it instantly.

“Ever rode a bike before?”

“No, this will be my first time. Be gentle with me, please.”

“Always, Pippa. Hold onto me, lean with me and enjoy the freedom.”

I’m in love! I don’t want the ride to end when we arrive at the restaurant and I make that known when I don’t climb off the bike. I’m still sitting behind Pooh, arms still around his waist, inner thighs hugging his hips, chin on his shoulder, refusing to move. After a moment, he turns his face towards mine and grins. I hug a little tighter with my hands and pat his abs.

“We have to get off the bike to go inside and eat, Pippa.”

“Don’t want to. Not going to. I like it right where I am. Who needs food anyway?”

I feel and hear Pooh chuckle. He grasps my hands and pulls them apart and turns more my direction. Our faces are very close and I am hoping he closes the distance altogether.

“We eat and then we take a ride. We can ride for a few hours if you want but it’s best not to start out with a long ride. Your ass will thank me for telling you that. Okay, baby?” he asks in his low, deep voice. The voice that causes shivers up and down my spine. A voice I want to hear during an orgasm.

“I’ll agree to that plan for a kiss,” I state boldly.

Pooh uses my arm to help me off the bike and then he dismounts. We remove our helmets and he hangs them on the handlebars of his bike. He then wastes no time in grabbing my hips and pulling my body tight to his. His mouth swoops down and claims mine in a searing kiss. This is no quick peck on the lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and slide one hand into his hair. This man has some serious mouth skills. I feel his cock hardening against my stomach and then feel it jerk when I moan. After a moment, a too short moment, Pooh pulls his head back slightly and rests our foreheads together.

“We need to get inside or you’re going to be bent over my bike in front of everyone,” he growls.

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