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this; the scenery zoomed by in a blur as he accelerated even more to merge with the highway traffic. “Oh my God,” I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. I held him to me in a death grip.
    “Yeah, relax.”
    “You lied,” is all I could manage to say in an indignant huff. This was the point where I would have stormed off after giving him a haughty toss of my hair if I hadn’t been barreling at sixty miles an hour on two wheels.
    “I didn’t.”
    I could almost hear the smile in his voice and it made me angry enough to open my eyes. “You
did
. You promised we’d go slow!”
    “And I did. I went slow as hell until we hit the interstate.”
    My mouth dropped open. The sneaky asshole had me there. I looked around as I tried my best to think of some snappy retort. I loosened my grip on him a bit. “Oh, you’ll pay for this, you brat.”
    “Yeah?” He paused a few beats and I just knew his mind was working in naughty ways. “How?”
    Damn him. He’d gone and made my fury take on its own lusty path. Once we were on solid ground again, I knew just how I’d pay him back. Painfully slow, agonizing sexual torture by way of torment. I’d make the bastard hard as a slab of granite and then deny him until I brought him to tears. Something told me bringing Justin to tears was no easy feat, but I was happy to try. A little smile played on my lips. Oh yeah, I’d love this particular goal. “I’ll think of something. Don’t you worry about it.”
    I felt him chuckle against me. “I look forward to it.”
    I smiled. “Not as much as I do.” I took in the scenery as the warm wind pressed against my face hard enough to take my breath. Dangerous, but more than a little exhilarating and definitely something old Stacy never would have attempted in a million years. Old Stacy wouldn’t have even taken the back streets on one of these suckers. To say I was proud of myself was putting it lightly. By the time we came to a stop, all of my anger had long faded.
    I climbed off the bike and tried to steady my wobbly legs as I stared at the scene before me. The lake provided a gorgeous backdrop as the sun began to sink beneath the horizon. And the rest was enough to take my breath away as I looked down at it. A blanket lay across the grass beneath a large shade tree, and on it were a picnic basket, a small cooler, and even a few flickering electric candles for when the sky darkened.
    I looked up at Justin in awe. He was definitely hot, definitely a smart-ass, but I never thought he could be so romantic.
    He gave me a smirk that sent pleasant shivers down my spine. “So… what was this punishment you were speaking of?”
    Only then did I realize that he’d gone and outmaneuvered me again. I’d been so wrapped up in various emotions—anger, lust, pride, surprise—I’d forgotten about my fear. I smiled and shook my head. “No punishment.”
    He widened his eyes. “What? But I put you in grave danger.”
    I laughed. “Stop.”
    Justin crossed his arms, the action causing my gaze to lock in on those biceps. “Say it.”
    I frowned and looked up at him. “Say what?”
    “I was right.”
    I lifted my eyebrow. “About?”
    “Did you love riding with me?”
    I scoffed. “Of course I…” My denial died on my lips. I thought about the mix of emotions the ride had given me, ending in an amazing place. I drew my eyebrows together. Damn. “I… did.”
    Justin chuckled. “Told you.”
    “You’re infuriating sometimes.”
    He shrugged. “I’m sexy, though, right? It all balances out in the end.”
    I smiled. “And arrogant.” He gave me an impassive look. “And sweet.”
    He cocked his head. “Whoa. Hold it right there. I’m not sweet, gorgeous.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. Naturally, being accused of sweetness was something close to an insult for such a man. “You are. Sorry. I mean,” I gestured toward the romantic picnic, “look at this. A man has to be sweet and romantic to dream this up.”
    He gave me what was