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My heart sank.

I’d told myself this would be the last time we’d see each other, and after having such a wonderful night, I knew I’d have to honor my personal promise.

I thought of never seeing him again sickened me, but it was necessary.

He switched off the engine.

I removed my helmet, clutched it in my hands, and then took a slow deliberate breath.

One last time, that’s it.

He stepped off the bike and reached for my hand. “Sorry about that race, but I just had to.”

With the help of his guiding hand, I carefully got off the motorcycle. “Oh, that’s okay. It was exciting.”

He smiled, revealing dimples that I didn’t know existed. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

He took the helmet, put it in the compartment, and looked at me. His mouth twisted to one side, and he wagged his finger at me. “You remind me of that chick that sings country and dances on T.V.”

I wondered who he was talking about, but his explanation didn’t narrow my mental search to much less than 10,000 women.

“Oh yeah, her,” I said sarcastically.

“Burlesque.” He snapped his fingers, and then pointed at me. “She was in that, too. Won dancing with the stars a couple times.”

I thought about it, and when it came to me, my eyes went wide. I swallowed hard, and stared at him in disbelief. “Julianne Hough?”

“Yeah,” he said excitedly. “You look just like her. It’s been buggin’ me. Glad I figured it out.”

I didn’t want street races, fish tacos, and panty-melting compliments. I wanted him to be an asshole. I wanted him to fuck me one last time and leave angry after I said something sarcastic, pointed, and shitty.

I wanted him to not answer the late night drunken texts that I was sure would follow. I wanted him to eventually get so aggravated with me that he blocked my phone number. I wanted to tell him to get on his motorcycle and ride away. I wanted him to be angry and disappointed with me.

At least if he was it would make everything easier.

Instead, I reached for his hand. “Let’s go in.”

As soon as I extended my arm, I realized what I’d done. I expected him to pull away. In fact, I wanted him to. Filled completely with his compliment, I became lost in that moment. I’d simply forgotten who he was.

The unavailable single hot dad who just so happened to be a sexy biker.

His handsome looks made it easy to forget. In looking at his face, it was almost impossible to see him as anything other than gorgeous.

But, he didn’t pull away.

He simply stepped beside me and followed me up the walk.

And, with each step we took, I lost a little more of my desire to push him away.

***

If it was going to be the last time, I decided it was going to be my way, or no way at all. He had no idea it was our final night together, and I had no idea of telling him. At least not yet.

I’d walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water while he draped his kutte over the back of the couch. When I turned around, he was standing between me and the living room, wearing only his jeans and a wife beater.

The jeans were tight enough that they revealed a slight bulge in his crotch. Naturally, my eyes fell to it. The outline of his cock garnered my complete attention. After a moment of admiring his thickness, I took in each muscular inch of his long torso.

Upon reaching his eyes, I stopped.