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But I could give less than a fuck.

I’d gone nearly a year without her.

She’s lucky she didn’t make me wait much longer.

It wouldn’t have been pretty.

“This is just one night. Nothing else,” she urged as she started running her lips down the column of my throat.

I exited the front door and walked to the spot I’d parked my bike, hidden in shadow, yet in full view of the bar beyond the glass window.

She started sucking on my neck, and I lost what little control I had.

Chapter 8

If you think a woman’s place is in the kitchen, then you’ve clearly not been using her right.

-Life Lesson

Cleo

“Let’s go,” I growled against her hair.

When she didn’t let go, I fisted her hair and pulled her off me.

The suction of her mouth on my neck let go with a sucking pop, and she panted.

Her eyes were hooded with desire, and I was lost.

“If we don’t go now, we’ll do something in front of this bar window that’s going to be witnessed by no less than fifteen cops,” I gasped.

She smiled, her lips tilting in a sensuous smile. “Go fast.”

Her order set fire to my blood, and I started the bike up with a roar.

She hopped on excitedly behind me, wrapping herself around my torso, and getting so close I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

On the ride to my house, she caressed my abs, the outside of my thighs, never quite straying across that line, but toeing it with the best of them.

I’d just pulled into my driveway when her hand found its way underneath my shirt, running the pad of her thumb across my left nipple.

I pulled up to the house, shut off the bike, and started walking towards the door before she was even aware I was gone.

She didn’t take long to get off the bike, and by the time she did, I already had my front door unlocked, the lights on, and my shirt off.

She followed suit, ripping her shirt off her body, taking the bra with it.

Her beautiful tits popped free, bouncing with her exuberance, and I stared.

My mouth watered as I ripped my belt open, popped the buttons on my jeans, and bent down to unlace my boots.

All the while, I kept my eyes on hers; hers locked with mine, and we watched the other as we stripped down to our skin.

Her body was fuller than it used to be, but no less beautiful.

There was more of her to hold on to now, and my dick seemed to like it.

Her nipples beaded under my scrutiny, and we started towards each other at the same time.

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