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large chrome pipes that ran along the sides.
     
    “What's wrong?” Ace asked, sensing my fear.
     
    “I've never been on one of these before.” I pinched a small strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear—my nervous tick.
     
    “It will be a first for both of us. I've never let a girl ride with me before.”
     
    I cocked my head to the side. “Why not?”
     
    Ace shrugged and kept silent. He was so mysterious which made him damn sexy. Ace handed me a helmet that was big and bulky while he put on a little bucket that barely covered his skull. “Why do I have to wear the full helmet and you get to wear the small one,” I asked.
     
    “We have to protect that beautiful face of yours.” He knew exactly how to make me melt. I whipped the hair out of my face and stuffed my head into the tight helmet. It fit perfectly.
     
    Ace straddled the bike and jerked his head for me to come over. I lifted my leg over and sat down behind Ace. My thin dress didn't provide much of a barrier between my panties and the seat of the motorcycle.
     
    Ace hit a red button and the bike groaned to life. The rumbling between my legs was a sensation I'd never felt before. It was rough and hard but I kind of liked it. I looked around for somewhere to put my hands. Where does the passenger hold on?
     
    Ace yelled over the roar of the engine. “Wrap your arms around me and hold tight.”
     
    I did as I was told and slipped my hands under his arms, placing them on his chiseled chest. Oh my, this man is built.
     
    Ace twisted the handle and the bike lurched forward. I hung on tightly as the motorcycle sped away. I looked behind me at the neon Nautilus sign before Ace banked around a corner. The wind soared through my hair as we cruised through the night. The vibrations between my thighs were exciting and unknown. That familiar wetness from earlier returned.

Chapter Seven
     
Ace
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Rachael held onto me for dear life as we weaved in and out of the cars. Her hands on me felt so good. If she moved them down just a little lower she'd feel how hard my erection was. At a stoplight, I looked behind me to gauge her but the tinted visor hid her expression. She definitely wasn't trying to run away though.
     
    I was tempted to speed right past the restaurant and ride with her for the rest of the night. I wanted to feel her arms around me forever. I held the brake as I revved the engine of my 2011 Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight, waiting for the light. When it hit green, I released the break and tugged at the throttle. The motorcycle burst forward and Rachael screamed as she dug her nails into my chest. I chuckled to myself as Rachael shrieked for her life. She'd be moaning my name soon enough.
     
    We arrived at the restaurant that faced a busy street. I parked around the back at the valet. I lifted Brook off and set her down. I unsnapped the chin strap and set my helmet in front of the bike. Rachael peeled the helmet from her head and she couldn't stop laughing.
     
    “What is it?” I asked. Not the reaction I was expecting after riding a motorcycle for the first time.
     
    Rachael laughed harder and her hair was a mess from the helmet. “That was the most fun I've had in my entire life.” Rachael had a an innocence that hadn't been tainted yet. My innocence was stolen from me when my brother died.
     
    “I'm glad you liked it.” I handed the keys to the valet who looked just as excited as Rachael to ride a motorcycle.
     
    Rachael looked up at the restaurant's sign. “San Giovanni's? Isn't this where all the celebrities go to eat?”
     
    I nodded and led her inside. The restaurant was empty except for the maitre d' and a lone waiter. The place was exceptionally tiny for a restaurant. The entire place only sat around sixteen people. San Giovanni's specialized in ultra-expensive dining so they only needed to fill a few tables a