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with strength that amazed her, Zeb lifted her so she had no choice but to swing her leg over the seat. How the heck had he done that, because she wasn’t a lightweight?
    “Zeb,” she complained, feeling herself intimately slide against his leather, while he sat in front of her.
    She was seriously going to complain that she wasn’t doing it when he sharply turned his wrist on his hand, holding the handle of the motorcycle, and his leg kicked out. Vibrations from the bike started attacking her like they had before, but this time it was very different. Her complaint choked in her throat, as it felt like a large vibrator had been attached between her thighs.
    A moan groaned from her.
    “Yeah, baby,” Zeb said, as if he knew what she felt, while grabbing her hands to pull them around his waist.
    He tugged, and her breasts were plastered to his strong back. Then he kept moving her hands until they covered the hard erection in his jeans. He did something on the handle of the bike that made the whole machine rumble harder, and she moaned out loud against his ear.
    His hand tightened above her hand over his cock, and she was in blissed-out-motorcycle-vibrator-land. She grabbed the outline of his erection and squeezed, making him laugh, with a groan thrown in.
    “Get us to a bed, sweetness,” he ordered.
    Then she found out a woman could nearly orgasm on the back of a motorcycle speeding down the highway in the black of night.

THREE] Got A Taste Of You
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    W hen Carly could think at all, she knew with the festival going on, a rodeo in town, and a beauty pageant, which through work she was judging, that the only place there might be a room was the lower-class Rowdie’s Motel. And she could have picked it for not being seen too, because it would be good for that. Except—
    “I know the owner. I don’t want him to see me by going inside,” she shouted into Zeb’s ear just as he pulled into Rowdie’s parking lot.
    Thankfully, Zeb didn’t argue or disagree with her, because he rode the bike down to the far end. The motel looked partially full, and there was a dubious-looking group of men hanging around a parked pick-up outside an opened door to one of the lower motel rooms.
    Zeb idled past them and back to the side of the motel office, where he slowed and kicked out a boot to balance the bike when he stopped.
    He turned his head partially over his shoulder. “Not leaving you out here alone, Carly.”
    Carly tried to gather her wits, but they seemed as blown as her hair coming loose from her ponytail. Talk about stepping on the wild side, she was leaping. But that still didn’t help her jumbled thoughts, which were centered on the rumble between her thighs, the smoking hot man she was clinging too, and what his mouth had just done to her.
    “Um,” she muttered.
    “What would you do about not going home if I’m not around?” he asked.
    “Comp room at Redrock Casino Hotel. But my boss is boss there too,” she answered breathlessly.
    She felt a growled rumble in Zeb’s chest, where she was holding him. “You can go in there, but you gotta be alone,” he surmised. 
    She nodded. “But—”
    “Show me where it is,” he interrupted, with a final order.
    It seemed their rendezvous was screwed. She wanted to tell him he was wrong, but the fact he’d give up sure sex from her because he wouldn’t leave her outside a seedy motel alone just wowed through her.
    But by the time they pulled up to a rear entrance to Redrock Casino on the hotel side, she was struggling with not just dragging him inside with her. But if she did, it would be known by her boss Vincent Whitehorse that she’d taken a man that wasn’t her husband to a room at his Indian casino’s hotel. It wasn’t even that she thought Vincent would judge her—maybe it was just the fact it would show how glaringly she’d failed with her husband, whom she wasn’t even back with for a couple weeks yet.
    Zeb turned off his bike and sat