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hadn’t seen him
go upstairs—she’d put the dress back on, knowing it would be easy enough to
take it off once she got home.
    “Not sure how this is going to work.”
    She stopped and looked up. He wore a leather jacket. At
least she thought it was a leather jacket. It could have been a full-on fur
coat from what she could see.
    “All I’ve got is my bike.”
    What about the sexy red car? Oh, he’d said something
about his cousin living here. Maybe he’d taken the car.
    Wait, bike? Part of her hoped he meant a bicycle
though how the hell she was going to find her way home on that, she didn’t
know.
    “It’s no problem. I can get a cab.”
    “No. I’ll take you home. Where do you live?”
    She told him and he nodded. “We can make that work. Just let
me…”
    He disappeared again and when he returned moments later he
was carrying two handfuls of stuff. She squinted but could only make out the
color—black. He came close and the dress shifted. Tasha grabbed the material at
her waist, holding it in place.
    “These are my cousin’s. They’ll be big but should work.
You’ll just have to hold the dress out of the way. Sit down.”
    She sat down. He grabbed her leg and lifted, tipping her
backward on the couch. “What the heck?” The skirt poofed up around her and she
knew she was flashing her panties at him.
    Not that he seemed to mind. He ran his hand over the inside
of her ankle, stroking the soft skin and sending shivers up the insides of her
legs.
    He just chuckled. “Sorry about that.” With that one foot in
his hand, he slid a boot up her leg. The black leather stopped at her knee.
They weren’t sexy and they sure as hell didn’t match her dress—very little
did—but she liked the feel of the leather against her skin.
    “These will probably be a bit big,” he said as he pulled the
other boot onto her leg. “But they’ll protect your legs.”
    He dropped her feet to the ground and pulled her to
standing. The dress immediately plunged to the floor. “Oops, sorry about that,”
she said.
    “I don’t mind.”
    She glanced up and even though she couldn’t actually see his
expression, she could tell he was staring at her chest.
    “But, I don’t think you can ride home wearing boots and a
leather jacket.”
    Feeling sassy, she turned around and pushed her ass out.
“And panties. I’m wearing panties.”
    “Trust me. I know.” He smacked his open palm across her ass.
The jolt zipped through her body and she straightened. Heat rushed across her
skin and she tried to tell herself it was embarrassment but she was more than a
little sure that part of it was pleasure.
    “Why don’t you just give me the jacket?” She held out her
hand, reaching behind her. “It will be easier if I put it on, you know, because
of the dress.”
    He seemed hesitant, but finally handed her the jacket then
stepped back. With him out of range, she pulled the dress back into place then
tugged on the leather coat. It was a little snug over her chest. She yanked the
zipper up and felt her breasts squeeze together.
    He groaned and Tasha could just imagine the picture she
presented. She glanced down. Her cleavage was close enough that even she could
see it. Her breasts looked huge and about to fall out of the dress. Thankfully
the jacket held everything in. She dragged the zipper up the final inches and
struggled to breathe.
    “You okay?”
    She nodded, not wanting to use precious air to speak.
    She followed him outside and across the driveway. She knew
nothing about motorcycles and the only detail she could see was the color was
red. Candy-apple red if she wasn’t mistaken.
    Tasha chuckled. Well, he had said it was his favorite color.
    He handed her a matching red ball. As her fingers closed
around it, she realized it was a helmet. He came close, as if he was going to
assist her, but she’d just gotten the jacket on over the dress and didn’t want
to have to go through that process again.
    “I’ve got it.” She