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was usually more the bang ’em and
leave ‘em type. He’d never cared about a woman’s feelings before.
    “I
don’t think you should be talking to me like that.” She sounded outraged, which
only made her seem more adorable.
    “What?
You don’t want me to tell you how hard I am and how I want to bend you over
this table and fuck you?” He watched as a flush appeared on her cheeks.
    “How
dare you? You don’t even know me.” her eyes scrunched up as she glared at him.
    I
know you, sweetheart. And I want you badly.
    “Then
why don’t I take the opportunity to know you now? Don’t you feel it? The need
to do something fucking unbelievable?” Dan saw the small spark in Mandy’s eyes
as she latched on to his words and processed them. He understood what she was
thinking because he thought the same. Mandy didn’t want to spend her days
living a lie. She wanted to live, and he wanted to live with her.
    “What
do you mean?” she asked. The interest was there, and she’d begun to relax
against his hold.
    “Why
live half a life when you can live a full one? Come back to my apartment with
me.” A niggle of guilt assailed him. Why was he picking up his friend’s sister?
Dan could have any woman he wanted. He didn’t need to pick on little Mandy.
Shaking his head to rid his mind of the thoughts plaguing him, he smiled and
drew her fingers to his lips. He ran his fingers along her knuckles and stared
into her eyes. She looked so beautiful as she bit her lip, debating his
proposal.
    He
saw when she gave in. She glanced toward the bar and then the exits.
    “Let’s
go,” she pulled on his hands as she stood.
    His
night was looking up.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Mandy
glanced over at Dan and couldn’t believe what she was doing. “You want me to
get on your bike?” Why had she agreed to spend the night with him? Agreed to do
something outrageous and completely out of character with a total stranger. She
wasn’t this woman.
    Accepting
to go home with him was quite possibly the stupidest decision she’d ever made.
Why then, wasn’t she turning away and going back inside to call a cab?
    Hormones.
That’s what it was. She finally wanted to live life to the fullest and
experience some heart-stoppingly hot sex while she was at it. A bad boy biker
should be able to meet all of her expectations.
    She
hoped so. The only experience she’d gained while losing her virginity to Ned in
the back of his truck on prom night was quite a bit of pain, some panting, and
then it was over. Terrible on all points and even worse, Ned had thought he was
some rock star in bed. She’d told him to fuck off.
    “Yes,
baby. Are you scared?”
    Mandy
came out of her negative thoughts as Dan handed her a helmet.
    “I
thought this was living dangerously?” She took the helmet and put it over her
head. She felt like the most unattractive female ever.
    “We
can live dangerously but the point is in living through it.” He tapped her on
the head and pulled his own helmet on before straddling the heavy bike between
his impressive thighs. “Get on, gorgeous.”
    Mandy
stared back at the bar and knew in her heart the moment she got on the bike,
she'd made the most reckless decision of her life. There would be no going
back, and her only option would be to move forward.
    Closing
her eyes and sending a little prayer to whoever wanted to answer her, she
grabbed his shoulder and swung her leg round.
    “You’ve
got to hold on to me,” he placed her hands around his middle and secured her.
Her pussy was pressed against his back and her skirt rode up, exposing a length
of thigh.
    Her
heart was racing and her pussy creaming. Never in her life had she risked
anything quite so dangerous. Dan revved the bike, and she felt the vibration
through her body.
    “Hold
on tight,” he warned and sped off.
    She
couldn’t contain a squeal of excitement as the rush ran through her. Holding on
to him was easy. All she wanted to do was