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arms and clutch onto his chest, as her inner thighs squeeze onto
his legs.
    She feels so good on him.
    As the rumble of his motor soothes his nerves, he only
wishes it could last.  With a few small unnecessary directions to her
house, he lifts his feet and they speed off.  Neither of them say a word
on the ride to her place.
    Aliah’s garage door opens as they pull up to her
house.  Harley turns his motorcycle off and, after taking his helmet from
her hands, he rests it protectively on the seat.
    “Nice place.”
    “Thanks.  It’s a little on the small side, but it meets
all my needs.  My dad bought me it,” she admits, internally scolding
herself for babbling to her two-night sex toy.
    “Your family sounds very giving.”
    “My dad?  Yes.”  She smiles, feeling it necessary
to explain it to him.  “My mom’s a heartless bitch.”
    “Oh.  So, that’s where you get it from.”  He wears
a pained look as he follows her into the house.  He’d learned his
lesson.  He really had.  But it is too easy to play the sarcastic
asshole all the time, and he’s been playing the part for so long that he’s not
even sure he can turn it off anymore.
    She scowls at him over her shoulder.  “She wouldn’t
give me a dime if my life depended on it.  I may be a bitch, but I’m not
that cruel.”
    Aliah reaches into the garage and presses a button, then
waits for the garage door to seal shut.
    “I was only teasing you.”
    She grabs Harley by the elbow and pulls him inside, closing
the door behind them.  “You’re lucky I haven’t been laid in a while, or
that comment would have sent you packing.”  She makes to walk away.
    He grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him.  Then he
whirls her around until she’s pressed against the door to the garage and her
arm is pinned just above her head.  She closes her eyes to hide from his
stare.  He wants her to look at him.
    “Hey.  I didn’t mean it.”  His breath washes over
her.
    He leans down to kiss her, and though his eyes are closed,
he can feel the moment right before their lips meet, when she turns her head
away to dodge his mouth.
    “No kissing.”
    He presses his lips against her neck and retreats after a
lingering caress of his tongue.  He waits until their eyes connect and
pauses for her to explain.  He’d already kissed her, multiple times. 
Why the sudden change of heart?  Was it something he’d said?
    Aliah gives him a pointed glare.  “Don’t ask
questions.  That’s the deal.  You want the sex?  Fuck me till
your heart’s content.  But there will be no more kissing on the mouth.”
    It seems like a really odd request, but he doesn’t have a
problem with that.  When he is done with her, she’ll be kissing the ground
he walks on, begging for him to touch his lips to that sassy mouth.
    He tilts her head up to make her look him in the eye,
regaining the intimate connection that had been broken.  “That’s it? 
Or do you have other exclusions I need to know about?”
    His question heats her to the core.  Just the thought
of him doing things to her has her body vibrating.
    “That’s it.”
    He nods.  “I’m glad.”  A flash of heat flickers in
his light hazel eyes and the warmth seems to stay in the color.  “We
should probably get this out of the way now.  I’ve been tested.”
    “I already told you.  I haven’t had sex in a while,
okay?  I’m not the whore bartender you might think I am.”
    “That’s good to know, since I don’t make love to
whores.”  He wants so badly to kiss those feisty lips.  Then he
catches her eyes grow wide at his choice of words.
    Most women swoon for a man who uses the word love, but not
this woman.  Nope, the second she hears the damn word, she looks like a
deer in headlights.  Then she pulls out that trucker mouth.
    “But I’m sure you fuck them as you please.”  She
tries to put up a stony front, but he can already read her weaknesses.
    “You want me to fuck you?  Is