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other arm down the sleeve. They walked in silence the few steps to the gleaming motorcycle. 
    He handed her a crash helmet. “You’ll see why I chose the bike when we arrive at Gaston’s,” he added as she tugged the helmet on. He donned his own, threw a leg over the big machine, kicked it into life, and motioned for her to climb on behind him.
    Kerri did so with apparent reluctance.   
    “You found the foot-rests?” he asked over his shoulder.
    “I bet they’ll scratch these boots...”  
    She slammed her visor down.
    Alex grinned to himself, lowered his own visor, and drew away from the curb. Kerri made a grab for his hips, but held herself stiffly away from him.
    “Closer,” he called backwards.
    When she made no move to obey, he brought the bike to a halt, grasped each of her hands, and pulled them until they clasped around his waist. She slid forwards on the seat so her breasts pressed just below his shoulder blades—soft and warm and resilient. He accelerated again, imagining how they’d feel cradled in his hands, or trembling under his lips.
    More vividly than that, he pictured them across Gaston’s dinner table —softly lit by candle-light, and taunting him for the next several hours. Her nipples must surely be only millimeters below the edge of that slippery stretchy top? Dark nipples? Long nipples? He shifted on the seat and muttered a very Gallic curse.
     
    Behind him, Kerri huffed out a huge breath of annoyance. Why had she given in? The beastly man was hardly likely to turn up at the newsroom and play the recording to her workmates. He wasn’t likely to play it to anyone anywhere, when she really thought about it. She’d been taken for a fool...panicked by hearing her own husky gasp of “Oh God! Don’t.” The whole intimate scene had flashed across her imaginative brain in vastly embroidered detail and she’d been desperate to prevent anyone else from sharing those incandescent minutes. Everything had happened so unexpectedly, but the depth of attraction had been real—very real indeed on her side.  
    So what sort of game was he playing? With his looks and obvious money, Alexandre Beaufort wasn’t short of willing women. Why had he touched her like that? And then insisted on this sudden dash through the city with a decadent dinner to follow? She sighed again, and settled closer to his big warm body, puzzled but resigned now there was no way out of the arrangement.
     
    Alexandre sensed her confusion as he directed the powerful bike through the leafy streets of Kelburn and down around the sharp university bend. Twice she’d sighed; twice her breasts had risen and fallen against his back.  
    He felt Kerri slide even closer as they descended the steep road. Her thighs hugged his hips. Her arms tightened around him as the bike tipped and turned. Her hands smoothed higher...lower...he was almost willing to think she was checking his body out.
    Bet she’d be dynamite in bed.
    And she’s the last thing you need right now, Alexandre Pierre Beaufort. A sassy little puss with a tongue like sandpaper, not to mention a tendency to gamble. There’s no way you’re getting involved with her.
    Annoyed with himself he revved the bike unnecessarily as he turned into Salamanca Road and then had to brake hard as he spotted the lines that indicated speed-bumps. Kerri clutched him tighter. 
    He proceeded with more caution as they snaked up the narrow street with its close-set old timber houses and wind-tossed vegetation. When they reached the crest of the hill, he coasted down into the city proper.
    He slowed as traffic lights turned red. As he waited to turn, he compressed his lips in frustration. There was no way he wanted her small hands wandering over him like this. It was too easy to imagine his wandering over her trim little body in return. Especially over those lush breasts. 
    Kerrigan Lush—she was well-named, for sure. Just as well he lived on the far side of the world...
    “Okay?” he