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playing with the hair. “You’re hot.”
    “So are you.”
    She slipped her leg over my thigh and caressed the sole of her foot up and down my calf. The action brought the heat of her pussy against my newly interested cock.
    “Stay tonight?” I struck while the iron was hot.
    “Can’t. Early start tomorrow. In fact, I should probably get going.” She uncoiled from me and slid from bed.
    As she searched for her clothes, I had the pleasure of watching her. Her delicate-looking body had mega-curves that overflowed my hands. The soft brown waves of her hair draped across her shoulders and tits. Every once in a while, a nipple peaked out.
    “Oh yeah? The Monday grind?” I moved into her warm spot and got another dose of her perfume.
    “ Mm hmm .” She gave no further comment, firmly shutting off that line of conversation.
    Maybe she didn’t want to get any more personally involved than I did. Maybe that was a good idea to hold onto.
    I walked her out with her hand held in mine. At her Ducati—fire engine red unlike her lipstick, which was long gone by now—she tugged on a pair of riding gloves. Our breath formed little puffs of white clouds in the chilly November night.
    Pinning her to me with an arm around her waist, I melted our lips together. I forgot all about the cold air with her warm mouth cushioning mine, her tongue darting inside. The goodnight kiss went on and on, heating me from the inside out.
    She broke the kiss. “I need to go.”
    “Yeah.” I swooped in, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
    She whimpered before twisting her fingers in my hair, gripping me harder.
    I pulled back with a groan. “You really have to leave?”
    “ Uh huh .” She nibbled on my neck, rasping her tongue on the dark stubble.
    “Because I can wake you up for work.” My palms settled on her ass.
    “ Uh unh .” She plucked at my lips.
    “So who’s gonna stop first?” I dove back inside her mouth, my tongue lunging inside.
    “You are, because you’re a gentle MAN !” JB squealed the last part as my fingers maneuvered down the front of her jeans.
    Pushing against her pussy, I gritted out, “Says who?”
    “ Ohhh. ”
    I circled my fingers against the top seam, aiming for her clit. “One more for the road, JB?”
    She broke free with a low laugh, wobbling on her legs. “You play dirty.”
    “You should know that by now.”
    “I’m going.”
    “Wanna make sure your legs can hold you up first?”
    She flipped me two stiff middle fingers then straddled her bike. Throttling it to life, she buckled the helmet beneath her chin.
    “Fucked you once. Fucked you twice. And can’t wait for a third shot.” I grinned, hooking my thumbs in my belt loops.
    In reply, she revved up, making her rear tire spin out.
    “Drive carefully, sweetheart,” I shouted above the roar.
    “Always.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    JB HAD LEFT WITH no promises issued from her and none forthcoming from me. That was usually how I liked my women—compartmentalized into neat little interludes never to be repeated, names never to be remembered.
    JB wasn’t fitting into any box, and her sexy body, her sassy mouth, her dirty talk were engraved on my brain. Too bad her phone number wasn’t engraved there, too. I’d neglected to get her digits Sunday night, but I could remedy that easily enough through back channels or by calling in a favor. I figured I’d give her enough time to miss me first. Keeping her at arm’s length unless we were in bed seemed like the best strategy to avoid a messy entanglement.
    Who was I kidding? I’d never follow through with that. She was on my mind first thing in the morning and last thing at night.
    I’d give it ’til the weekend. Then I’d search her out if she didn’t show at Retribution Friday night. Monday and Tuesday passed quickly enough. I helped Brodie in the garage at Chrome and Steele. I talked to Jack Monday night and picked him up after school for a few hours Tuesday. I was still on