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was a tough woman who was more likely to save herself than appreciate a rescue from someone else. “I’m starving and I know a terrific little trattoria over in Chinatown. Are you up for food?”
    She was hungry and at the mention of food her belly rumbled loudly. Her face went red as the loud gurgling sound filled the office. “I think that’s a yes.”
    Blake laughed and said, “Or a bear got loose from the zoo. Do you ride?”
    Ride? Bears? I am sorry, I think I am confused.”
    “Not bears, bikes.”
    Bikes? “Yes, why?”
    “Good, come on.”
    Jenna packed her stuff up and they went downstairs, the silence between them had grown easy and comfortable. Blake led the way to the parking garage and strode over to a gleaming, heavily chromed motorcycle. Jenna gawked at it then at him. “Er, I thought you meant bikes—like bicycles. I mean I did not expect…I am in a skirt and heels so bicycling would not have been…I thought you wanted to know for future reference…”
    Damn! The man constantly flustered her! She had seen him a few times over the day, his jeans and ass making him the object of stares everywhere he went.
    “So if I asked you out for a bike ride you would say yes?”
    There he went, twisting up her words again. “Yes, I mean no. I mean…”
    Blake hauled a second helmet out of the saddlebags and tossed it to her. The dare in his eyes was unmistakable. Jenna looked at him, at the dangerous, shining machine and knew that whatever her mind might say about this being a stupid thing to do her body was going to ignore.
    She put the helmet on, and the heavy leather jacket he handed her. When she pulled the collar up closer to her jaw she smelled leather, cologne, and a hint of old sweat. It was an erotic odor, one that made her knees weak and her center moist.
    Jenna swung her leg over the motorcycle and held on as Blake cranked it up and drove off. The parking garage exited onto a crowded city street and at first she was terrified, clinging stiffly to his body and flinching every time they swerved around a car.
    Eventually the rumbling of the motor below her ass, the heavy vibrations stroking her inner thighs and even her labia, the feel of him against the front of her body and the speed of the machine all combined to create a hazy lust that rose higher with every second.
    Her body went loose and she began to move with him, leaning when he leaned, her hands unlocked from his waist and she held on tightly but loosely, allowing him freedom of movement. Blake had always thought that you could tell a lot about a woman by the way she rode a bike, and Jenna rode very very well.
    They roared along the streets, dodging the snarls of traffic. The wind stroked Jenna’s bare legs, and the exhaust sent heat up to her. Her pussy grew wetter with each passing second. Her thighs began to squeeze involuntarily and her eyes closed as the throaty rumbling purr below her became a slow and demanding pulse between her legs.
    She was moments away from an orgasm when Blake pulled the bike against a curb and shut it off. Jenna had to bite her lisp to refrain from telling him to start it again. He dismounted and helped her off, she could barely meet his eyes for fear he would know exactly why she was so flushed and close to hyperventilating.
    Blake did know, and he was both amused and aroused. Jenna’s hair was a mess, the ends of it had whipped madly about below the helmet, her eyes sparkled and a pale crimson blush stained her cheeks. She looked a little bit wild and a whole lot sexy. In fact, she looked downright…edible.
    He didn’t bother trying to banish that thought. He wanted her, he would have to be dead not to. Everything about her: the pert sway of her hips, the cute little dimples in her cheeks, her direct green gaze, and the smell of her hair, all of it made him ache with desire, literally. His cock was so hard it actually hurt. To keep her from seeing that he walked into the place ahead of her and grabbed the