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couldn’t cope with this.
    Glancing
round the room, he saw they were the centre of attention. He didn’t like it.
Grabbing her arm, he led her and her heels out of the bar. She didn’t fight,
and he was pleased. Dan picked a secluded spot and pushed her back against the
wall.
    “What
the fuck are you playing at?” he growled.
    “Excuse
me?”
    Even
in the dark, he could see how sluttish her dress was. Her tits were heaving out
of the bodice, and the skirt only just covered her crotch.
    “Dressing
like a slut and dancing as if you’re free property. You’re mine,” he snapped.
Dan was done waiting for her to come to him. Mandy was his and if she wasn’t
prepared to deal with it, he’d make her see.
    “Who
the hell do you think you are?” she demanded. Hands on hips and heaving
breaths.
    “I’m
your fucking man.” He pulled her against his chest and slammed his lips down on
hers. She wrapped her arms round his neck. Taking advantage, Dan ran a hand
down her thigh and ass under her skirt. Moving her panties out of the way, he
sunk his fingers inside her wet flesh.
    “Um,”
she moaned. Breaking away, Dan stared down at her drooping, lust-filled eyes.
“I did this for you,” she whispered.
    “And
I thank you, but I don’t want any other man drooling over what’s mine.”
    “Am
I yours?” she asked.
    “I’ve
got my fingers inside your pussy, and I’m going mental over other men seeing
this hot little body. What do you think?”
    “I
think you should take me back to your place.”
    Dan
pulled his fingers out of her cunt and picked her up, carrying her over to his
bike. He helped her with the helmet and waited as she straddled the bike, and
then circled her arms around him.
    His
future had never felt so good.

 
     
     
     
     
    Epilogue
     
    Dan
stood outside in the waiting room. His nerves were completely fried, and he
couldn’t stand the wait. He knew Mandy had begged for him to stay but as soon
as she’d started crying and whimpering, his resolve had gone. Seeing her in
pain killed a part of him.
    He’d
been waiting for an hour. It didn’t take that long to have one of the damn
things.
    He
changed position from standing to sitting and then back to standing. Running
his fingers through his hair, he knew his decision to mark their three-year
anniversary had been a mistake.
    After
another thirty minutes, she came out of the room with a smile on her face.
    “You
wimp,” she said.
    “Well,
how did it go?” he asked.
    She
turned and showed him her back. A plain, white bandage covered the base of her
back. “I got it done. It’s sore and tender, and they’ve advised me to keep it
covered and gave me the after-care instructions.”
    Dan
wrapped her in his arms. “Next time we’ll have a baby instead.”
    “Why
the hell would a baby be any different? I’d still be in pain.”
    For
their three year anniversary together, Dan had gotten her name tattooed on his
arm, and she’d gotten their names locked together in a rose pattern along the
base of her back.
    Dan
didn’t want children yet. It was bad enough sharing Mandy with her family, let
alone another human being who’d take time away from him. When they were ready,
he’d love to have a family. At the moment, he wanted her all to himself.
    Taking
her hand, he led her out to his bike. The sunshine beat down on them. She
curled her body around his.
    “Where
to now, miss?” he asked in a posh accent.
    “Take
me to bed, you bad boy biker.”
    Smiling,
Dan reeved the engine and pulled out. His afternoon was looking up.

 
    About
The Author
     
    Sam Crescent passionate about
fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to
spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got
that first acceptance in 2011. 
     
    She loves creating new characters and delving
into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or
arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen