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was tight. It was pure evil to continue to tease him, but the devil on her shoulder just laughed and laughed.
     
    Carefully, she trailed her fingers across the sides of his waist and then up over hard abs to his chest. His nipples were hard and she couldn’t resist a light pinch or two. Her fingers traced the path of hair that led from the center of his chest to the waistband of his jeans. When the devil egged her on, she undid the buckle of his belt, his stomach caving in when she slid two fingers underneath his jeans, grazing the very tip of his erection.
     
    So engrossed in teasing him, Sandy didn’t notice when they slowed and pulled into the drive of a modest sized house. The garage door opened and Christian came to a stop, barely getting the bike turned off and stabilized before yanking her around to sit on his lap, facing him. He attacked her lips, kissing, sucking and biting them until she was breathless and scratching at his shoulders with those nails.
     
    With her thighs spread across his, he couldn’t resist rocking the hardness behind his zipper against the seam of her shorts. He had them both gasping in seconds. Leaning Sandy back, Christian hooked her arms around the handlebars of the bike and pulled the thin shirt she was wearing up and over her breasts. They were flushed, dark pink at the tips, and begging for attention.
     
    Nothing had ever felt as good as Christian’s mouth on her nipples. A tight pull, a short lick, and then a small but sharp bite had her moaning loudly. His hands were all over her stomach and sides, gliding over skin that was quickly becoming slick with sweat. Refusing to lay passive, she reached down to the hem of his shirt and yanked up sharply. He withdrew his attentive mouth long enough to pull the garment over his head and toss it to the floor.
     
    Frantic to have her hands on him the way he had on her, Sandy ran her hands over every inch of exposed flesh. His skin was hot against her palms, rough with hair and sensitive. Every stroke made his stomach twitch. He groaned and pulled her forward until their chests were pressed tightly together and he could claim her mouth again.
     
    There wasn’t much room to maneuver on the bike, but she somehow managed to get her hands between them to work open the buttons on his jeans. She could feel the rumbling in Christian’s chest as she slid her hand down his cock and wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezing lightly.
     
    Leaning her back once more, Christian popped the button on her shorts and began pulling at them. When they stuck, she laughed. The laughter stopped when he got them down and realized she didn’t have on any panties. The look on his face was too much, too needy. All teasing over, she found a way to get the shorts and her boots off.
     
    Christian planted his feet on the floor, pulled out the condom he’d stashed in his pocket and handed it to her. There was no going back this time. Sandy palmed the foil packet and waited while he wiggled his jeans and boxers down a few inches, trying not to laugh again at the frustration wrinkling his brow.
     
    Tearing the packet open, Sandy took her time rolling the latex over the hard shaft pulsing under her fingers. Her mouth went dry at the feel of him, while other parts of her were wet and ready.
     
    He leaned back and her chest tightened at the sight of the long, strong lines of his body. If she weren’t so desperate to have him inside her, the logistics might have been a nightmare. Placing her hands behind her on the handlebars, she pushed up while he slid underneath her. Her thighs came up and over Christian’s. Holding himself firmly in hand, he lined the head of his cock up against the heat of her opening.
     
    Sandy slid down slowly, letting her body adjust to his size. She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down the last inch and making her gasp.
     
    Movement on the bike was