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photographer, was testing the lighting and a Prospect was rubbing down the bike- making that baby shine.

CHAPTER 8

    ~ Roxy ~

    “Hot damn, whose bike is this?” I whistled out running my French tipped nails over the shiny black paint job.

    “Chase’s.” Nicole answered.

    “Say what? Did I just hear you correctly? Why am I doing this shoot with his bike?” I continued to admire the bike in front of me. Everything was powder coated black, the pipes were refinished in a flat black; the seat looked newly wrapped in smooth leather. This bike was smokin’ hot. Just like its owner.

    “Because I couldn’t let you be seen on that little tike’s toy. You need a real bike between those thighs.” I heard a deep voice behind me. My body hummed.

    “Chase.” I turned to him, holding tightly onto the belt of my robe. His eyes wandered down the length of me. I’m sure this looked good- a robe and some come fuck me heels in the broad daylight.

    “Charlie said you were doing a shoot- and why not with my new bike? It’ll make you look good.” He smiled, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as his eyes moved back up my body. God, why does the smallest thing that he does seem so damn sexy?  

    “Ha, you amuse me. Are you ready, Manny? Oh, Chase- you don’t mind your bike getting a little dirty, do you?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

    “Dirty?” he mimicked my Elvis Presley eyebrow.

    “Mmm hmm. These pictures require baby oil, and lots of it.” I teased him.

    “Well, you let Nick know if you need help rubbing that body down.” He slapped his hand on the shoulder of the Prospect that was holding a dusting cloth.

    Oh, he wants to act like he doesn’t care. Well, let’s see how strong that willpower is… I thought to myself as I undid the tie on my robe, letting it pool around my feet.

    ~ Chase ~

    Sweet baby Jesus! My eyes cascaded down her tight lean body. The years and gym have done her body good. Hot damn! I didn’t notice her rhinestone dermal piercings last night. I wanted to lick them. That thing called a bikini was barely containing her big breasts. I’d guess a very full C cup. Roxy’s tattoo was now on display- she had an extremely detailed black feather perfectly shadowed on her hip bone that was wrapped in a smoky haze. It matched her- beautiful. She had script on the other side of her ribs. I was ready to pull those strings to see where the rest of her ink leads. Who was the motherfucker who put this on her body? Face to face with my property? Okay Chase, back down.  

    Her little smart ass self turned to Nicole and giggled. Nicole connected her phone with a Bluetooth speaker. Nine Inch Nails’s- “Closer” came beating through the speaker. Immediately it was like the music took ahold of Roxy. I stood there with my arms crossed watching her. She straddled my bike, looking over her shoulder to the camera- her hair cascaded down- dusting the top of her round ass. She made sexy faces- biting her lower lip and playing with her thick hair. Moving her hands up underneath her hair, lifting it up off her neck and dropping her head back, exposing her slender throat.

    I adjusted my standing position, trying to not make it obvious that she was making me hard.

    The next thing I knew- she got on my bike backwards, hugging it tightly- like she should be doing to me. She was basically dry humping the shit out of my seat. I blew out a breath and ran my fingers through my hair.

    Nicole plugged a fan into an extension cord and placed it under her- sending her hair flying upwards. Next thing I know, Roxy lowered down on the bike, still backwards, and untied her top- throwing it to me. I caught the small piece of fabric between my fingers. It was warm.

    “Hold onto that for me, would you, Romeo?” She smirked, and let her cleavage settle on my bike- she was leaning down just far enough so you couldn’t see her nipples. The shutter on the camera lens went crazy. She covered her breasts with one arm