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cologne several times while browsing through Harrods back in London. I recall actually wondering what it would smell like on a sexy male. Now I know. My imagination fell exceedingly short.
    His head turns slightly again and he casts another wickedly handsome smile my way. “Do you now? Well that’s fucking good to know. Hold on tight, Elora. You’re in for your first ride.”
    I bind both arms tightly about his thick waist and wait for the fear to come as he eases onto the motorway.
    He leans back to shout, “You follow instructions very well.”
    Without hesitation I call out, “I suppose it’s my nature.”
    My brows draw together as he looks straight ahead and replies in his low, dominant voice, “I can tell, baby.”
    Instead of fear, I feel only the thrill of freedom as we begin to roar toward the gleaming lights of the city. There’s a distinct chill in the evening air and I press closer to his large body, which is throwing off copious heat. The wind is strong and without glasses like his or a visor, it’s difficult to take so I meld my body to his for protection. The power of his cycle along with the strength of his body deliver a heady dose of exhilaration .
    I could really get used to this ….
    Is he a gang member? The thought really doesn’t bother me in the least. I’ve always been open-minded and besides, tonight, biker or not, this man is my savior.
     
     

Chapter One

The Devil You Know
    H er legs are shapely and slender, pressed tight against my outer thighs. I fight the urge to run my hand down one as we fly along the highway. Oh fuck, yeah. Stopping to help her out was worth it. Even her name is sexy as hell. I’ll owe Bern for working overtime tonight, but for the chance to spend time with this sexy woman … I’ll gladly pay up.
    She feels so small and perfect sitting behind me. I should ask her where she lives at this point, seeing as we’re getting closer to the exit for the City Centre. The primal part of me wants to drive her straight out to my lake house, for the chance to spend more time with her. Who am I kidding? I want to take her to my place and fuck her relentlessly until she can’t form a coherent thought, but I don’t want to scare her away. It’s clear how nervous I make her and I’ll need to gain her trust before I take her for the first time.
    Could she be what I think she is, a pure submissive? All the natural, telling signs are there: her willingness to follow my lead, to please, her underlying sexuality that is practically rolling off her in waves. She seems intelligent but I doubt she’s familiar with the lifestyle.
    Shit, I bet she’s never even heard of what I’m into, what I’ve been searching for ….
    Her smooth voice breaks me out of my thoughts, “I believe this is my exit, Mikkel.”
    Fuck, her silky, accented voice is as sensual and addictive as she is. I take the ramp nice and easy, not wanting to frighten her, seeing as she is a total novice on a chopper. If I have my way after tonight then she’ll be riding out with me regularly.
    Where the fuck is this need to claim her as mine coming from?
    She presses deeper into me and speaks into my left ear, “I’m in the City Centre, three blocks north of Karl Johan’s Gate.”
    “Got it.”
    Even though my custom garage is located in the city, I make a conscious effort to avoid the chic areas of town whenever possible. Just the annoyed looks of the tight asses here make me want to strangle an ox out of sheer frustration.
    “I’m staying on this next block, Mikkel. The yellow building, just there, on the left.”
    I pull up carefully between two parked BMWs and cut the engine. She’s still holding fast to my waist, clearly not sure what to do next. I can’t resist. I lower my right hand and touch the back of her fingers … damn, just like cool satin.
    She leans deeper into me and exclaims in a breathy voice, “The motorcycle ride was unreal. You clearly know your way around Oslo,