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His eyes almost crossed at her erotic words. “My fantasy lair?” he gasped.

“Yes, I’m sure you must’ve fantasized about her…” Jill pointed to the hot blonde on the Harley. “And her…” Then to the brunette across a candy apple red Ferrari.

Cole managed a shaky laugh.

“I feel so honored,” Jill said, sitting on his dark blue bedspread. “So pretend I’m your fantasy, Cole,” she whispered, leaning back on her elbows. “Pretend I’m one of those girls from your posters. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, let’s see.” His mouth came down on hers again for another slow, sensual kiss. “There’s that for starters.” A tremor seemed to start low in her body and work its way up. Cole pulled her close and lifted her up higher on the double bed, placing her against the pillows.

As he leaned over her, she wrapped her legs around his torso to keep him close. “I should make you beg for it tonight,” Jill said, kissing his collarbone.

“You do without realizing it,” he said. “You drive me crazy. I think about you when you’re not around and I immediately get hard.” Pulling away from her, Cole trailed kisses down her chest and stomach. Then he maneuvered around to kiss up one of her legs and down the other, pausing only to lightly breathe on her mound. He repeated the process again and again, blowing lightly on her core until she was dripping, arching her body up towards his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her, making her cry out and grab his head. When he finally ran his tongue between her aching lips, he hummed against her.

Jill squirmed and gyrated against his mouth, one hand grabbing his hair. He continued humming and licking, using his lips, mouth, and breath until her legs pressed against his face. Finally, her back sprang off the bed as an orgasm rocked through her.

He waited until the waves of her release subsided then let out a big smile. “I love watching that,” he said, rising to his knees and admiring her naked body.

She gazed back at him through dreamy eyes, taking in the details of his tattoos and muscles in the dim light of the hallway. Slowly, she slid her hand down her stomach and touched herself, feeling the wetness of her climax, watching the way he sucked in his breath and bit his lip. He was hard and ready but she made him wait, teasing him.

He shook his head. “Okay, I’m begging. I want you. I need to feel myself buried in your pussy, and what you’re doing…it’s driving me crazy.”

“Tell me how bad you want me.”

“I’ll show you.” He leaned down to watch close-up as she rubbed her clit, then he leaned even closer to slide his tongue into her.

Jill lost it, coming again, her back arched. She fell back, dizzy and panting, while Cole ripped off the rest of his clothes and rolled on a condom. Cole covered her body and held himself just above her until she opened her eyes and stared. He waited until she was looking at him, drunk from desire, and entered her in one, long push.

“Oh, yeah…” She ran her hands up and down his flat abs and pecs, feeling his strength as he moved inside of her.

She tightened her pussy around him and that was all it took to send them both careening over the edge, shouting with their release.

Chapter Ten

The next morning, Jill focused on work and the kids, but several times she had to tamp down her excitement to see Cole again. He’d asked her to go for a bike ride with him that evening. For someone who’d never been particularly interested in motorcycles before, she was turning into a certified addict.

At seven o’clock that evening, Cole knocked on the door, and she opened it in a rush, taking in his hotness in jeans, T-shirt, and biker boots. He’d just taken a shower and looked and smelled good enough to eat. “Wow, you look great, Jill.”

She wore denim capris, a white lace T-shirt with a white camisole underneath, and white sneaks. Her long hair had been pulled back and tied with a scarf. “Thank you,” she said.

“I was planning on it just being the two of us tonight, but I was wondering if you were up for meeting some friends of mine for drinks? They called earlier, checking in on me, and…well…” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“They’re worried about you? What good friends. I’d love to meet them.”

Taking her hand, he led her to his bike, which he’d pulled out of the garage and parked at the curb. She smiled when she saw an extra black helmet on the handle bars. It was a bit smaller than his and looked brand new.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said. He got on the bike, and Jill slipped on her helmet and climbed on. She loved the way it felt to sit behind him with her hands around his waist. She liked the feeling of the wind rushing in her face. She liked the scent of jasmine in the evening air and the fact that she would never experience the heady scent if she were in a car. There was something freeing about the whole experience.

They drove for almost thirty minutes as he headed into Burbank. Soon, he pulled up to Folsom’s, a quaint little place Jill had heard good things about. Loud music drifted through the walls, spiking in intensity whenever someone opened the door. As they got off Cole’s bike, a tall, extremely handsome man with dark hair and steel gray eyes, dressed in slacks and a crisp button-down shirt, strode up to them.

“About time you showed up.”

Cole grinned and both men slapped each other on the back. “Jill, this is Luke, my friend and business partner in Frontline.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Luke.” She shook his hand and he cupped both of hers in both of his.

“The pleasure’s mine, Jill. Thanks for taking care of Cole here. I appreciate it.”

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