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crushed and slid against his chest as he pressed his lips to her neck and licked and sucked her there. Their breathing became quick and synchronized and their grips tightened around each other as they neared a climax.
    He grabbed her ass, pushing her deeper onto him.
    She cried out against his shoulder as he began to thrust up into her long and hard.
    “This is how it should feel, yes,” he rasped against her throat, his teeth scraping against her skin, “when a man wants a woman so much that he can’t possibly get enough of her.”
    “ Yes…”
    “I want you so much, Tanya . Never have I wanted anyone this much.”
    “I want you too, Marcus.”
    Tanya could tell he was growing near an orgasm by the way he held her ass tight in a vice grip and panted hot against her skin. His plunges became intense and her screams carried high across the apartment. She bit hard into his shoulder as her orgasm quaked through her. His was not too far behind and in four strokes he reached his own release joining her. Her body convulsed against him and his dick continued to pulse inside her as they achieved bliss. Both spent, they fought to catch their breaths with ragged inhales and exhales.
    For a while, the only thing she could register was the sound of their breathing, the hum of the air conditioning u nit, and the tick-tock of the minute hand on the clock on the wall.
    “Do you need to take a break?” he panted against her breasts.
    “What?”
    “I’m not done with you yet. I was asking if you needed a break.”
    She chuckled. “Are you a sex machine or something?”
    “ So that’s what you’ve turned me into.”

Chapter Nine
     
    That weekend…
     
    Tanya had preprogrammed the address that Marcus gave her to the bike shop before pulling out of her parking space back at the apartment not knowing it would take her less than fifteen minutes to get there.
    The place was literally up the highway situated just outside of the city limits. When she pulled into the lot, she noticed Marcus’ black Hummer parked next to a motorcycle. She parked beside the Hummer and got out. The warm evening dew immediately hit her skin, blanketing her. She silently thanked herself for wearing something suited to the cooler night weather. It would be her first time joy riding on the back of a motorcycle and she had no idea what to expect. Tonight, she’d settled for a pair of dark denims and a red tank top. She figured the dress she’d originally taken out to wear wouldn’t have been appropriate.
    The bike shop was more like a repair shop and retail store front all rolled into one. The store portion of it was closed on Sundays but the garage door was opened and she heard some racket and voices inside. There was a radio streaming hip hop music in the background. She noted Marcus’ voice immediately. He was in conversation with another man.
    “Hello?” she stepped inside the garage and peered around the corner.
    The men stopped mid conversation and Marcus was knelt beside a shining silver motorcycle. He came to a standing position when he saw her and grinned.
    “Hi, beautiful.” He pulled off a pair of grease stained gloves and tossed them on the workbench behind him before coming to meet her.
    His chest was bare, sweat moistened, and smudged here and there with a bit of motorcycle grease. She couldn’t help but to bring her fingers up to touch him, tracing the edges of his muscles and the outlining of his tattoos—something that she’d gotten accustomed to doing whenever he was close and naked.
    “Hi.” She felt her lips spread into a smile and a warm spark spread throughout her. No matter how many times she saw this man and despite the dozens of times they’d had sex throughout the week, it always felt like she was meeting him for the first time.
    As their lips met, she inhaled deeply taking in the mixture of scents that she found alluring. Cologne, a tinge of engine oil, aftershave, and maybe even a whiff of the soap he’d used this