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was those
curves Brad had been trying to ignore all the years: the full swell of her
thighs, the way her ass filled out her jeans, the way her breasts strained
against her t-shirts.

 
    Now
to finally have her body in his arms, to finally feel the way her form dipped
and curved under his hands, it was intoxicating. Her thighs trapped his hand he
had between her legs, holding him close and warm to her body. It was only
because he was a big man with large hands that he could fully hold one of her
breasts in his palm.

 
    Before
her recent nightclub outings, she had never dressed to show off her body, but
hadn’t really tried to hide it either being very comfortable in her skin. Brad
spent many a sleepless night, cock in hand, picturing her naked on top of him,
riding him. He dreamed about having her kneel at his feet, her plump breasts
bouncing against his thighs while he fucked her face, driving his dick down her
throat. He always cursed himself for having those fantasies. But no matter how
many times he cursed himself those images always played in the back of his
head.

 
    Thinking
of his dream actually cooled his passion. It was one thing to feel her up in
the middle of a crowded club, the fog and crowd rendering them anonymous. It
was quite another to think of the days that would follow. They weren’t
strangers enjoying a one night stand. They were two people with a long
relationship that was incredibly important to both of them.

 
    Even
though she was inexplicably letting him manhandle her on the middle of the
dance floor, it didn’t mean she was ready for or interested in entering his
world of dominance and submission, whips and crops, cages and collars.

 
    Without
warning, Brad yanked his hand out from between her legs and released his hold
on her. She turned to look up at him, confusion written all over her beautiful
face. He shook his head at her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her from the dance
floor. She didn’t fight him, but when they reached the door, he could tell she
was upset when she pulled her hand from his.

 
    “I
want to stay,” she said.

 
    “Are
you out of your mind?”

 
    She
gave him the stubborn look he knew all too well. “You don’t have any right to
tell me where I can and can’t be. I’m twenty-five years old.”

 
    “Yeah,
well you’re acting like you’re five.”

 
    Giving
him an evil smirk, she put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out at
him. “Oh, am I really? Is that why you were doing that stuff to me on the dance
floor?”

 
    Angry
with her now, he scowled, his face looking so menacing she got a little scared
instead of stubborn. She could tell she had crossed a line, but he didn’t give
her a chance to apologize. Yanking open the door, he looked at her with his
furious eyes until she slunk past him out into the hot, summer night.

 
    A
large dirty white van forced her to stop her heated march as it drove past her
in the parking lot, tires splashing in a small puddle.

 
    Once
the door had shut and the music inside faded to only a dim pulse they could
barely hear, it was just the two of them without the influence of the hyped up
club. Since Jillian had come in her friend’s car, it was up to Brad to take her
home. He pointed across the street to where his motorcycle was parked and then
gestured for her to go walk before him across the street. He followed
protectively, daring any of the people milling around outside smoking their
cigarettes to so much as look at her.

 
    When
they got to his bike, he removed the spare helmet from one of his saddlebags
and handed it to her before climbing on.

 
    “Watch
where you put your legs so you don’t get burned.”

 
    She
sat behind him and made sure to keep her exposed calves well away from the
pipes. She had ridden the bike plenty of times before with him and was
typically comfortable sitting in the full rear seat as if she were in a car.
But something had her leaning forward and