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  They arrived at the house much sooner than she had wanted. When they got off the bike, Danny carefully walked it around to the side of the house where the garage was. He put it into the garage and returned to her side before either spoke again.

  “Why did you park your motorcycle in the garage?” She asked, absently wondering how soft his blond hair was. No! She had to remember Jake.

  “Don’t want to be disturbed while we tour your house. It seems pretty big. You must have a good job.”

  “I got an inheritance from my dad when he died. Mom’s in a nursing home, but before she went in, she signed all of her money over to me and told me to use it for myself, not for her care.”

  Every word was true, but Melanie had no idea why she said it. She actually was using the money for her mother’s care, but her mother would never know. Her mother had Alzheimer’s and barely knew who her only child was anymore.

  “How about that tour now?” He asked.

  All of a sudden, Melanie exploded with anxiety. There could be no other reason than to hide his motorcycle than keeping his gang members at bay while they had a tryst here in her house. At least, none that she could think of.

  Inside the shell of a house, Melanie showed him the first floor, pointing out which rooms were which. Then they mounted the rickety, temporary stairs to the second floor. Almost to the top, Melanie lost her footing. Danny caught her before she could fall and drew her against his body.

  His hard body braced her; his hand slid from her stomach upward to just under her breast. Her sleeveless, knit shirt moved with his hand, exposing her midriff. His other hand, cool against her skin, slid across her stomach from the waistband of her jeans to the opposite side of her waist. To hell with Jake! He had abandoned her once too often.

  “Are you okay?” He asked quietly in her ear.

  Her reply came out in a husky tone filled with lust. “Oh, yeah!”

  He turned her until they were face to face. “You have the shiniest black hair I’ve ever seen.” His hands slid into her thick locks. “And I’ve never seen such dark brown eyes on anybody other than a black person.” One of his long thumbs came to rest on her lips. “Do you have any idea …”

  “… how much you want me? As much as I want you,” she whispered hotly. “Just kiss me.”

  Even as his lips captured hers, she threw her arms around his neck. Her fingers slid into his wavy blond hair. It was just as soft as she’d imagined. The heat in his embrace intensified. Jake had never kissed her like this. This was demanding, while at the same time gentle. His lips were soft, yet they ground hungrily against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth to connect with hers and burned a desire into her like she’d never before felt.

  His hands clasped her buttocks and squeezed. Then they moved to her upper thighs, and he lifted her from the step. Her crotch caressed his lower abdomen, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Oh, yes! This was what she’d literally been dreaming of since their first encounter. He carried her up the last three steps to the second story. As he stooped to the floor, not once breaking his bewitching kiss, he grasped the back of her head and laid her on the floor. It was dirty, and she knew that in passing; but she didn’t care like she normally would. A dirty act deserved a dirty floor. She wanted to do this more than anything.

  Her body was already primed from the vibrations of the motorcycle engine. All they needed to do was disrobe. She wanted to hurry, but obviously he didn’t because he slid his hands under her knit shirt and pushed it upward, over her satin-covered breasts. His hands covered her pliant, moderately sized mounds; his thumb massaged the nipple, already hardened in excitement. It felt so good.

  Unable to stop herself, she pushed her hips up against him and began to move in a rhythmic motion. Her desire grew when he lay upon her. His tongue still explored her mouth, as though searching for that hidden place that would change her life forever. She moaned into his mouth, so glad to have this wanted intruder invading her space that she couldn’t help herself.

  He repositioned himself, pressing his thigh against her covered womanhood. She could feel his maleness against her thigh. It felt incredible to know that she excited him to such an extent. But she wanted more. The heat in her grew higher as he moved his leg between hers. Her body took over her mind completely as he added pressure to her …

  Then something happened that she’d never experienced before. Her very core exploded in a ravaging, pulsating release as she ripped her lips from his to cry out in joy.

  She thought that everything was already over, but she was wrong. Instead of backing off her, Danny repositioned himself and began to undress her as he kissed his way down from her chin and passed her throat. Her shirt came off over her head. He nuzzled his way lower as he slid his hands under her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts now free, he slid his tongue across her mound to her nipple, where he circled her areola several times at the same time completely removing her bra.

  Her moan of pleasure echoed in the stark house, and she thrust her fingers into his hair. She gently pushed his head closer to her body. Danny took her silent cue without hesitation. He suckled gently on her nipple, drawing forth another moan that she couldn’t restrain.

  His hands moved down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans, where he unbuttoned them and languidly slid them over her hips as she raised them from the floor to accommodate his actions. His lips moved again, lower and lower as he slid her jeans to her knees. Then he stopped momentarily to lick, just once, the crevice between her legs.

  “Oh … my … God!” She breathed.

  Suddenly, he sat up on his knees and jerked her pants from her body. Her sandals went flying as he did so.

  Melanie watched in awe as he stripped the T-shirt over his head. His ripped abs caught her attention for only a moment as the shirt revealed the remainder of his torso. His pecs flexed when he tossed the T-shirt aside; his biceps bulged as he unbuckled his belt. Her gaze went to his waistband. She could hardly wait until he revealed himself to her.

  Then he did just that. After unzipping his black jeans, he pushed them violently to his knees. His manhood danced with excitement. Melanie wanted it inside her; she wanted to feel him …

  The thought left her, and she instinctively reached out to him, encircling his excited organ with her fingers. Granted, she hadn’t been with a lot of men, but she’d never seen a penis as large as his. It felt so good to have it in her hand! It had to feel even better inside her.

  Unwilling to wait a moment longer, she gently tugged him toward her opening. She taunted him by making sure he barely touched her excitement as she moved her hips against the tip.

  Danny threw his head back and released a groan. Then he took control, removing her hand and holding it and her other hand against the floor by her head. Finally, he thrust into her, not hard, but with a gentle force that made Melanie wanted to grab his buttocks.

  His lips blocked the cry of excitement that nearly burst from her. They devoured her lips as he moved inside her with long, slow strokes, never completely leaving her body. It felt as though his manhood touched her belly button, but it didn’t hurt her. Instead, she ground against him every time he filled her. Then, as though they were one, they increased the intensity of their movements. The entire world centered in her vagina; her body writhed beneath his as he ground into her relentlessly. At last, as Danny thrust into her again, his body hit a spot she didn’t know she had, and her ability to control her movements vanished in that instant. She held his buttocks in place and didn’t let him move, as her body convulsed with an explosive orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced.

  It seemed as though he pushed into her even farther, and he released a loud, masculine groan only moments before he collapsed onto her. Melanie let him stay there for several minutes, delighting in the feel of his organ shrinking inside her. When they naturally parted, he rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh.

  “My, God, Melanie. That was amazing.”

  She turned onto
her side and slid her hand over his hairless chest. “It was, wasn’t it?”

  “Do you do this often?”

  “Nope. You’re my first,” she admitted, gazing into his eyes.

  He looked shocked. “Your first?”

  “My first pick-up,” she replied with a grin. “Not my first time. I’m the good girl people talk about. I don’t do things like this.”

  His hand slid into her hair, and he pushed her head closer to him. “Then why me?”

  “You intrigued me. You know, that bad-boy biker image people have. The emblem on the back of your jacket. Your motorcycle club’s name.” She hesitated for effect. “Your extraordinary good looks. And I think I just needed to be bad for once in my life. Everything came together at the same time.”

  “Honey, you certainly weren’t bad. You were amazing. I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Maybe you’d rather go back to the motel, though. Or maybe you’d rather stay here.”

  “On a hard, wood floor where we could get splinters?”

  “Actually, I brought a double-sized air mattress with me – just in case, of course. I also brought a little food, drinks and a blanket in that pack I put on my bike. Is the bad girl inside of you game?”

  “Absolutely,” she replied.

  ***

  After another round of the most incredible sex she’d ever had, Melanie and Danny went to sleep. Early the next morning, she awoke to Danny sucking one of her nipples while toying with the other one. She moaned and slid her fingers into his hair – oh, how she loved the feel of the slightly shaggy waves. He kissed his way lower and quickly brought her to an orgasm, even though it wasn’t as strong as earlier ones.

  Finally, he entered her body and they enjoyed each other one last time. And Melanie knew that her time as a bad girl had come to an end. Now she would return to her boring life as a housewife alone in a big house for months on end.

  “Time to get back to the motel,” Danny said, breaking into her thoughts. “We have work to do, and I can’t be late.”

  Yep, it was time to return to her boring life.

  They dressed, packed up his belongings, and he drove her back to the motel. He parked in the parking place from where they’d left. After they dismounted the bike, Danny turned to Melanie and said, “I’m leaving town later, and if everything goes as planned, I’ll find you and take you with me as my biker babe. If this job doesn’t go well, you’ll probably never see me again. Just remember my name. Danny Weston.”

  He kissed her quickly then went into his room. Melanie returned to her own room. She would absolutely remember his name, as well as their night together. But unless something drastic changed for her, she would never be his biker babe or even that bad girl she’d been last night.

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