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He widened his thighs and took his cock in hand. “No hands. Use the seat.”

Her brows furrowed. Her bottom lip jutted out. “Not fair.” Her gaze snapped to the slow rhythm of his hand stroking up and down. “You’re using your hand.”

“Yeah. But I’m not tied up.” He continued the steady pumping.

She leaned forward, pressing her pussy against the cool seat. Her hips rocked back and forth. “Drew, this is torture watching you.” Suddenly her eyes closed, her mouth parted on a cry as she found a sensitive spot. It was so fucking hot to see her sensual expression, to know her juices dampened the area beneath her.

“Ride it, baby.” He tightened his grip. She was so uninhibited. “Rub your clit hard against the leather.”

Feet flat on the foot pegs, she angled herself so the seam of the seat wedged between her slit. The muscles in her thighs and calves firmed as she used the sway of her body to increase the friction.

Rosy nipples puckered, full breasts bounced with the grinding of her hips. Her mouth remained slightly open. She panted softly, releasing the sexiest mewling sounds.

He had never known a woman as passionate as Zoë at nineteen. But the one before him now was a hot-blooded temptress.

“Stop, baby. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Eyelids mere slits, lips puckered, she groaned her disappointment. “Drew. I’m almost there.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Releasing his cock, he pushed to his feet. “I want to taste you as you come.” Hastened steps carried him to her side. “I want your juices all over my face, baby.”

“Dammit, Drew. Don’t talk like that or it’ll be all over before you even untie me.”

“Who said anything about untying you?”

Frustration wrinkled her forehead. He rolled her nipple between two fingers. She arched into his hand.

“You’re mine to do with as I want. And right now I want your wrists bound and your thighs parted.” He released her and gripped her by the waist, lifting her so she could swing her leg over the bike sitting sideways. “Now spread ’em, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate.

As he moved between her thighs, he realized that although this appeared to be a wonderful fantasy, it just wouldn’t work. There was no way his tongue would get the access he needed to truly pleasure her. If he moved her closer to the edge, she’d fall right off the bike.

Somehow he must have revealed his quandary, by a look or the exasperated breath he exhaled, because she started to giggle. The light, airy sound caressed his ears like a soft breeze. He loved hearing her happy.

His palms cupped her face. “So you think this is funny?” He gave her a quick, firm kiss before working quickly to unfasten her wrists.

“Not exactly all it’s cracked up to be, is it?” Her arms folded around his neck as her legs circled his waist and locked at the ankles behind his back. “Why not take me to bed and fuck me? Hmmm…” she hummed as he moved through the trailer.

They landed on the bed in a heap of laughter. He tried to kiss her, but she jerked away, fighting him as they wrestled around the bed. Breathless, he finally caught her by the ankle and parted her thighs, opening her wide for his pleasure. Sultry was the best word he could think of for the expression on her face as she watched him slowly bend each of her knees so the soles of her feet were flat against the cover.

Slipping his palms beneath her ass, he raised her hips off the bed and lowered his head between her legs. Her breath caught as he kissed her folds, his tongue licking a path along her slit.

Her fingers wove through his hair. He fought the pressure she exerted to force him closer to her tender opening. Her hands clenched tighter in his hair. Sweet pain, as she cried, “Drew, please.”

His tongue circled the engorged little bundle of nerves and she shattered. She bucked and rocked against his mouth as he held her close, licking and sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. Then he sank his tongue deep inside and lapped at her juices flowing with her climax.

“Oh God.” She jerked beneath his assault. “Stop, Drew.” She pushed against his head, trying to drive him back. “I can’t take any more.”

But she could, and he wouldn’t stop.

Again she jerked away, convulsing. He continued until he wrung another orgasm from her delicious body. The scream she released was probably