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“I’m touched you would go to the trouble.” She swept the hair back from my face. “Aren’t sirens evil?”
“Well, traditionally, they are depicted as evil, but that’s not why I chose it. It’s not ’cause I think you’re bad or anything like that.”
“What made you think of it?”
“The first time I heard your voice, I felt like it called to me. Like a siren.”
“But don’t sirens lure the sailors to their death?”
“Well, yes. But if you think about it, orgasms are said to belittle deaths.” I took her hand and kissed the center of her palm. “And you, Siren, have made me more than happy to die. Over and over and over again.”
She whooped out a laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
She shook her head. “You’re not. You’re just a little bananas.” Her smile spoke volumes. I knew she liked it.
“So?”
“I think it’s very fitting. I just have one request?”
“Anything.”
“Please don’t go around telling your friends my name is Siren because of our amazing sex.”
“Okay, I won’t,” I agreed, finding the desire to brag rather tempting. But I would honor and respect Marisa’s request.
“Actually, on second thought”—she smiled like a wicked sexy siren—“I kinda think we deserve bragging rights.”
Now it was my turn to holler with laughter. “If only everyone had the kind of sex we do.”
“I don’t want to toot our own horn, butbeep-beep,” she said, miming the action of honking a car horn.
The fact she let me give her a call sign and the fact Mark wasn’t the one to give it to her first, as he was known to do, put an extra pep in my step.
I grabbed a handful of her ass over the polka dot material of her dress. My cock sprang to life as I detected her bare flesh beneath. Sweet mercy, she was wearing a thong underneath. Christ, this sexy siren tempted me to no end.
She moved like lightning to unbutton my jeans. When she moved to my zipper, I pushed her hand away. “Turn around,” I commanded, “and grab onto the seat.” She complied.
She looked over her shoulder as I unzipped my pants. “Are you gonna frisk me before you fuck me?”
“Maybe both,” I said as I freed myself. She kept her eyes on me, licking her lips as I stroked myself.
“You like to play cop, do ya, Sandman?”
“I just like to play in general, Detective Atkins.”
She turned back, but I heard her loud and clear. “It’d be hot to cuff you as I rode that magnificent cock of yours.”
Good lord, the woman was getting nasty. And I loved it. “Take off your panties.”
She sent me the most wicked, lust-filled look I’d ever seen on a woman. I watched as she grabbed onto the hem of the material and slowly lifted it. Inch by slow inch, her skirt rose higher. When it lifted to the sweet curve of the bottom of her cheeks, she gave a little wiggle. I licked my lips in anticipation, dick still in my hands. She pulled it up the rest of the way.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
It was like a teenage dream coming true as I watched her bend over. She rested her forearms on the seat of the bike.
“You like?” she said, her voice husky and sensual.
