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  He ripped off his mask. “Son of a bitch!” He shouted the words, stomped around the room a couple times, then yelled at the top of his lungs for a few seconds. Breathing deeply, in, out, in, out for a few minutes, he got his frustration under control, and shook off the nerves that were screwing with his concentration.

  After reviewing his drawing, he felt steadier, and sat down to work. A half hour later, a knock sounded on the door, then it opened.

  Pete turned, taking off his mask. As far as he knew, only one person had the code to the garage door.

  CJ stepped inside, wearing jeans with white powder on the backside, and a white T-shirt with a couple stains on it. She carried a plastic plate heaped with something…

  He smelled cookies. This couldn’t be real. He had to be imagining it. Walking closer, he took a deep breath of the buttery, chocolaty scent. “What’s this for?”

  She set them down on a small table, then placed a thermal carafe and a plastic cup next to them. “I thought you could use some cookies and milk.” CJ backed up a step. “I won’t interrupt you.”

  “No, please.” He set the two folding chairs on opposite sides of the table. “Sit a minute.”

  She plopped down, looking past him toward the painting enclosure. “Things not going well today?”

  He sat across from her. “I had a bad morning.” Leaning forward, he grabbed a cookie. They were still warm. “Things are getting much better, though.” He held up the cookie as his example, then took a bite. The brown sugar and chocolate melted on his tongue. He closed his eyes and hummed his approval.

  Judging by the flour on her jeans, she’d made these for him from scratch. “Delicious. Thank you. You must have heard my outburst.”

  One side of her mouth twitched. “I had the windows open. Otherwise, your tantrum would have remained unheard.”

  “Tantrum. Nice.” He grabbed another cookie.

  She held up the carafe. “Milk?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She poured, then sat back. “Are you going to need more time? Stay another night?”

  Was that an invitation? “If everything goes well this afternoon, I should be finished by sundown. I don’t want to rush it, but that six hour drive gets tiring.” He scooped up another cookie.

  “Six hours?” She frowned at him. “I thought it was three hours to Lemmon?”

  He swallowed. He’d almost revealed his secret. “Yeah, three hours. I was thinking round-trip.”

  One of her brows lifted. “You sure you’re not inhaling too many paint fumes?”

  Lifting his cup of milk, he saluted her with it. “Can’t get anything past you, can I.”

  CJ stood. “I’m going to Rapid City. Need anything?”

  He checked off everything he’d need that afternoon. “Nope. Thanks. Have fun.”

  Her snort echoed around the room. “Trying on goddamn bikinis.” She stomped to the door, ripped it open, and sailed out.

  A laugh started low in his belly and rolled out of him, making him choke on a few cookie crumbs, then he laughed some more. When he had the chuckles under control, he let his imagination wander through a fashion show of CJ in every kind of bikini he could think of, ending with a thong, her bent at the waist, looking back at him over her shoulder.

  His mouth watered and pulses of need hit low in his groin. Just a week and a half and he’d see her in the real thing. “Cookies and milk, and thong bikinis. Yeah, life don’t get no better than this.”

  ****

  A week and a half later, CJ was mad as a freshly-branded stallion. She stomped around her apartment in her new bikini, spike-heeled sandals, and an old robe. Ten minutes until the photo shoot, and she was seriously considering running away from home.

  Pete had shown up Saturday morning to finish the bike, stayed a few hours, then disappeared. Then his truck rolled in mid-afternoon Sunday, he worked in the garage less than an hour, then left. And he’d texted her!

  Bike is ready for Wednesday’s photo shoot. I’ll be here early, and will coordinate the setup. You show up - in your bikini - at noon, sharp.

  She’d raged around the bar all night, sending employees and patrons scurrying away. He hadn’t given her the chance to talk him out of this bikini fiasco. Hadn’t come up to the apartment to find her in a sexy outfit she’d planned to use to get him to change his mind. On her way upstairs after the bar closed, she took a peek at the bike. It was even more amazing than his drawing, which had calmed her down a bit.

  Now, she was the exact opposite of calm. She had to expose herself to her employees, her patrons, and the whole town. And towns all through the region. She checked her makeup. Caked on like the online video showed to do for photos, she felt like a clown. A fraud. An idiot. “Damn you, Pete Gonally, I will never forgive you for this.”

  She trudged down the steps, out the gate, and unlocked the garage door.

  Inside, bright lights shone on the motorcycle, the white draped background, and…a girl in a bikini? “Hold on.” Pete had another think comin’ if he was thinking she would do some kind of kinky girl-girl shoot.

  The photographer snapped as the large-breasted blonde posed and draped herself, and made sexy faces at the camera.

  Pete stood next to him. He turned and saw her, then said something to the photographer.

  “That’s a wrap. Great work, Tandy.” The man took his camera off the tripod, packed it in a case, and spoke to Pete in quiet tones.

  What was he up to? This would not be pleasant.

  The model—Tandy—slid into her clothes and picked up her purse, walking past CJ. “Nice bike. I’ll spread the word, and will be here Halloween to sign posters.”

  “Sign posters?” CJ pivoted, following the woman’s steps toward the door.

  She giggled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the surprise.” She skittered out the door, and in seconds, a car engine roared to life.

  CJ turned back to Pete, who was setting up a small camera on the same tripod.

  The photographer walked past CJ. “We got some amazing shots. I’ll have them to you by Friday.”

  “Uh, ah, okay.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second. “Wait, what?”

  He nodded. “Pete’ll explain.” He left and the door slammed shut behind him.

  “Pete’ll explain what?” She tiptoed through the cables on the floor until she stood next to him.

  “I had the photographer re-hire the model you chose. She’s going to be on the posters, the advertising, and the raffle tickets.”

  All the lights still shone on the bike. “And…” Why did he have her come down here in her bikini?

  “And now, it’s our turn.” He set his hand on her hip and pulled her closer. “Our private photo shoot.”

  Something cracked open around her heart, like storm clouds parting to show a bright sun. “Are you serious?”

  He shrugged. “I knew you weren’t comfortable showing off this luscious body to the world.” He untied the belt on her robe.

  “Luscious?”

  His hands skimmed from her ribs to her hips. “Yes, luscious.” He tugged her tight against his hard body. “And don’t you ever say anything bad about yourself. You’re beautiful.” His brow furrowed then he tipped his head and kissed her. Not the mind-numbing kisses they’d shared that frantic night in her apartment. But soft, sweet, coaxing kisses that made her feel beautiful. Desired. Adored.

  “I want you all to myself.” He whispered the words against her lips, and she chose to ignore the subtext behind those words, and concentrate just on today.

  “What do we do?” Where his hands touched, heat swirled, chills raced. Her core contracted in an ache that had her knees wobbling.

  “Whatever we want.” He slid his hands over her shoulders under the robe.

  She let it drop to the floor.

  His eyes popped as he stepped back and looked at her.

  The shiny gold top had some push-up padding that gave her cleavage. The black cording that tied it around her neck
and in back had looked exotic to her. Evidently, it looked good to him, too.

  The front of his jeans bowed out with a long, hot piece of manflesh.

  The bikini bottom, in the same gold fabric, had the black cording tied in little bows at the sides.

  Her belly tightened, sending juices flowing low in her body.

  “You look amazing.” He touched the ties at her hips. “Let me get a few pictures first.” His gaze met hers, hot and hungry. “Before we get you out of this.”

  As her nipples puckered, tiny shivers of delight rode down her belly to the sweet spot between her legs. “Pictures?” Her brain just picked up on that word.

  “Just for us. Just for fun.” He ran his hands up her back, then snuck one around front to cup her breast, flick his thumb over her tingling nipple. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

  She’d had dreams, too. Wicked, sweaty dreams that made her question her own vow to stay away from him. She was strong. Independent. She could have those hot nights with him, and still keep her heart from getting tangled with his.

  “I’ve been hoping you were.” She moved closer, pressing her hips against his erection.

  He let out a groan, and grabbed her butt cheeks. “You make it hard…” He sucked in a breath. “For a guy to know you’re interested.”

  She wiggled her hips, teasing him. “Hard? Really?”

  “Really, and constantly.” He took her hand. “Come over here.” He led her to the bike. “Watching the photo shoot gave me some ideas.” Setting her on the big seat, he positioned her hands, then her feet. “How does that feel?”

  “Like I’m supposed to be made of rubber.”

  He chuckled. “Just a few like this. I’ll let you do your own poses after this one.”

  Great. She had no idea what to do, except to not touch the painted surfaces. “Sure, easy.”

  He backed up, framing her with his hands. “Beautiful. The makeup is wild.”

  “Like a raccoon kind of wild?” That was what she felt like with all the guck on her face.

  “No, like a fantasy creature.” He looked through the viewfinder. “My fantasy.”

  “Lots of talk, but no action.” She needed some inspiration, here. “Take off your shirt.”

  His head shot out from behind the camera. “Now you’re talkin’.” Pete stepped to the side of the camera and crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his T-shirt. He slowly pulled it off over his head.

  “Mmmm.” She’d wanted to bite his pecs, lick those abs, see close-up what was behind that zipper.

  He flexed his biceps, tightened his upper body. “Is this what you wanted to see?” The smirk on his face struck her as so sexy, she completely relaxed, staring at him like she wanted to taste every inch of him.

  The camera snapped.

  He had a remote in his hand.

  She could do this, with his help. “What else you got?” Settling her legs a different way, she tried another pose.

  “Ah, nice.” He growled the words as he unbuckled his belt, toed off his boots, then he snapped a few photos.

  Sliding his jeans down his legs, he watched her, until all he wore was a pair of sexy, black boxer briefs.

  Wiggling on the big, leather seat, she came up with a few sexy positions she’d like to try with Pete right here on the bike. CJ looked toward the camera, and he snapped a couple shots.

  “You’re a natural.” He checked the viewfinder again.

  “You make it easy. Give me a little more incentive.”

  He flashed her a grin, then turned so she could see his back. He flexed, and his corded muscles popped. Placing his hands on his hips, he tightened his glutes and thighs, then tugged one side of his underwear down.

  “I want it all.” Her voice sounded foreign to her, low and sexy like a purr.

  “Whatever boss lady wants.” He slid the drawers down, exposing his firm ass.

  CJ bit her lip, wanting to get a taste of those perfect cheeks.

  When he bent and took the scrap of cloth all the way off, she could just catch a glimpse of the goodies he had between his legs.

  “Come over here.”

  “Hold on, CJ.” He stood, turning slowly, revealing a massive erection, and tight balls. “Let me take over for a while.”

  His dominant tone melted her insides, and she stretched out, careful not to touch anyplace she wasn’t supposed to. On the bike, and herself.

  “That’s it.” He snapped photos. “Now, imagine seeing your man, naked and aroused, standing so close you could almost touch.”

  She placed her hand low on her belly and stared at him, showing him how much she wanted him.

  He walked closer, snapping photos until he was in the frame, then he handed her the remote. “You decide if you want more photos, CJ.” He stood in front of her.

  She reached out and smoothed her hand over his bare hip. Hot and tight, he was a spectacular, sexy male. Gliding her hand forward, she gripped his hard length.

  His breathing became uneven and his body tensed.

  When she licked her lips, he guided her hand back to his hip. “Today is about you, CJ.”

  Chapter Eleven

  CJ wanted to taste him, wanted to pull him close and take all of his hard, thick cock into her mouth. Then she wanted to ride him like her life depended on it. She wiggled on the motorcycle seat, trying to find the words to tell him what she needed.

  Pete knelt between her legs, kissing a path from her knee to her inner thigh while his fingers tugged at the bows at each side of her bikini bottom. When it fell loose, he drew in a deep breath. “You are beautiful.” He stared at the soft pink skin that had been professionally waxed the day before.

  She was glad she’d made the trip to Rapid City to have it done. “For you.”

  His gaze shot to hers, his eyes dark, almost forest green. “The best present ever.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

  Her body jolted with pleasure, and her thumb on the remote clicked, snapping a photo.

  “Oops.” She panted the word out as his tongue traced the seam of her pussy lips, and his hands massaged her inner thighs.

  A low chuckle escaped him, but he quickly went back to pleasing her. His lips kissed, nipped and his teeth nibbled, until she was a quivering mass of heat. She felt her juices escaping, and he lapped them up.

  “You’re ready, CJ, and I can’t wait another second.” He pressed her legs further apart and pushed his tongue deep inside her opening, rolling and swirling, creating trails of heat that flittered through her whole body.

  The camera clicked again, but she didn’t care. She needed release. Needed him to love her until she screamed.

  His tongue slid upward, finding her clit. His fingers spread her, giving him full access. He licked, flicked, circled and sucked until her muscles shook, her head rattled, and an explosion ripped through her, sending her out of her own body, tucking and rolling through space. Silence surrounded her, soft as cotton, as her body tingled with ecstasy.

  When she slowly drifted back, he lapped at her pussy, kissed her softly, and murmured words of praise that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

  “Oh, hayseed. You’ve got more talent than any one man should be allowed.”

  He stood and wrapped an arm around her, leaning her back for a kiss. His tongue played with hers, spreading her own taste in her mouth.

  “You, CJ Overton, are more sexy than should be legal.”

  The camera snapped again. She looked at her hand. “It just keeps doing that.”

  He smirked. “Uh huh. I can’t wait to see them.”

  A small spear of worry tried to cut into her bliss. How did she feel about him having naked pictures of her?

  He must have sensed her change of emotion. “Don’t worry.” He cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes. “I’m going to give you the memory card from the camera. The photos will be yours to keep…or share. Whatever you want.”

  She nodded. “Thank you. I’m kind of a private person.”

 
“No, really?” He laced the word with enough sarcasm to have the corner of her mouth twitching. Pete pulled her to her feet. “While you’re still half-naked, wanna take a ride?” His wicked smile gave her a chill of anticipation.

  “Where are we going?” She ran her hands over his arms, shoulders, and back, needing to feel every inch of him.

  “Heaven. Maybe a little hell just for the heat factor.” He walked back to the pile of clothes he’d left by the camera and pulled a condom from his pocket. Strolling back to her, he ripped open the packet then threw one leg over the bike and sat. “Ready?”

  CJ took the condom from him and slowly rolled it onto his hard, hot shaft. “Ready.”

  He grasped her hips and pulled her closer, lifted one leg and helped her straddle the bike, facing him.

  “I was just thinking about this position.” She stroked his cock. Thinking about a bumpy ride.

  ****

  Pete’s body flash-heated as CJ seduced him with words, with her hand on his cock, and with her green eyes, that had darkened to emerald. With her taste, her scent still on his tongue, he let his fears about being hurt dissipate. She would see how good they were together. How he put up with her bullshit, and still came back for more.

  As he guided her feet, in those bad-girl sandals, to the pegs, lifted her hips up, and positioned her pussy at the tip of his cock, he admitted how he felt for her. He’d never known anything this strong, this compelling.

  She wriggled and shuddered. “Now, Pete. Let me go.”

  He released her hips and she dropped down onto his turgid cock, taking him nearly all the way inside her tight canal. His belly heated, his balls drew up close, and his mind turned to mush.

  CJ cried out, lifted herself halfway off him, then impaled herself again, taking in more of him. She grasped his shoulders and ground her pelvis around in circles on him.

  “Ah jeez.” Sparks tracked along his spine, gripping his brain in pure pleasure, immersing his groin in the primal urge to buck up into her. But he held back.