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And would soon be vibrating between hers

No as she cli on board

And she was getting home…how?

Call a cab, the sensible side of her brain suggested There had to be an empty cab somewhere in the whole of London

‘You are chicken,’ the biker insisted, slanting an aenta’s way

She laughed dis for a way out But she’d done ‘sensible’ all her life, and look where that had got her

‘Well?’

‘Forbidden fruit’ sprang to mind when she looked at hierously delicious, she could practically taste it on her tongue ‘How do I know I’ll be safe with you?’

‘You don’t’

Her pulse raced But then, she reasoned, it was only a lift home—why the fuss? ‘Shouldn’t you know my address before we set off?’

‘So, tell me’

She found herself doing so even as she wondered how his strong white teeth would feel if he used thehtly nip her skin

‘It’s tiet on the bike,’ he pro out of fuel while I wait for you to make up your mind’

‘Could you take my briefcase and stow it for me, please?’

‘My pleasure, ma’am’ He held out his hand

‘I suppose I should thank you,’ she added belatedly

‘I suppose you should,’ he agreed