The feeling is incredible as we race past dark buildings and closed shops. The wind whipping through my hair as my hair blows back behind me. It's the second most exciting thing I have done in my life. My heart thumps hard in a beat like a drum. The first being when we kissed at the poolside. The very thought makes my whole body tense. Now here I am on the back of his motorcycle with my arms around him. My hands grip a little bit tighter. I see his head lift slightly as he looks over his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I didn't expect to hear him as clearly as I do. It's like we are sat chatting in a restaurant.

"Yes. I'm fine. This bike is so fast." I feel the speed at which we are moving is trying to tear me off of the bike.

Yet I don't move an inch like I'm strapped to Christian's back by some invisible force. My fingers stay locked together around his waist. I don't want to let him go now that he is in my grasp. We seem to be going faster and faster as the streets blur past us both.

"I have something important to show you when we get to my apartment." This peaks my interest. My inner angel hopes it's some more information about himself. So we might unravel the riddle that is Mr. Grey. My inner devil wants it to be Christian's bed. I silently pray it's both just to please them.

"It's one of the fastest bikes in the world. I like to unwind sometimes and take it for a joyride. To push the limit." The speed is incredible as I think we are doing over one hundred and fifty miles per hour.

"We don't have helmets on." I hear him laugh as we head faster through the city.

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe on this bike until we get to my apartment." I raise my head a little off his black jacket.

What is that supposed to mean? How can he keep me safe on a speeding motorcycle in a dress? I know my mom would die if she saw me right now. Her little girl in a dress straddling a motorcycle. Dad would hate the speed we are doing and would kill Christian for putting his girl in danger. It's odd though I don't feel scared. Well, maybe I'm a little scared of Christian seeing my thong when I get off the bike. My inner devil reminds me that she wants to see Christian pulling my thong off with his teeth. A shiver builds from deep inside of me.

This bike ride is doing wondrous things to my libido as my breasts are pushed up against his back through both my dress and his leather jacket, the feeling is tormenting me. The deepest torment, however, is the bike throbbing between my thighs. Had I of known he would be picking me up on his motorcycle, I would have dressed a lot more casual. I would have worn jeans a top and even a jacket. I do miss the comfort of his Bentley. Instead, here I am straddling his bike with my dress hitched up so short I swear I can feel a draft on my rear. I look up at him, I'm only able to see the back of his hair. His brown hair looks so soft I would give anything to run my hands through it. I have to stop that thought as he travels even faster.

Forcing the engine to work harder the bike rumbles and growls deep right under us. The throbbing on the engine and the cool metal on my thighs and thong are beginning to make me squirm with pleasure. I pray it's not much more as I don't know how long I can last. My eyes can't focus anymore as everything seems to be moving so fast so I simply close my eyes and rest my head on his back.

"You're speeding. What about the police?" He turns and I see a smirk pulling at his mouth.

"They have to catch me first. Let me tell you it's not easy to catch a magician." My confidence is building, which is the only reason I could think to chose for what I say next. Well that, and I finally remember some of Kate's tips.

"Maybe I could give them some pointers on how to catch a magician." I breathe the words up and onto his neck. The bike slows for the rest of the journey as I know my words have had the desired effect. Thank you, Kate.

I feel the rumbling begin to slow down as the engine becomes quiet as he slows the bike down heading down a road. I pull my head back from him to see a large steel gate shutter rolling up to give us access to an underground parking garage. We move under the shutter with a few feet to spare. The noise changes as it starts to descend to the ground again. I look puzzled, how did it know we were inside. The lights in the underground parking garage are bright as we head down the ramp. The right wall is lined with cars mostly sports cars, with some luxury cars and a few bikes too. I see his Bentley parked between them. We pull into the only free space on the right side of the parking garage. He turns the engine off and flicks the standout.

"You can let go now." He breaths over his shoulder.

I'm still gripping his body so tightly my knuckles are white. I peel myself off him and his hand comes up. I take it and use it to help steady myself as I lift my leg over the bike. Letting go of his hand, I grab the sides of my dress and wiggle them down before he gets off and turns to me.

"So how was your first ride?" He smiles. As I feel there is a double meaning to his words.

"It was interesting. So why didn't you bring your car?" I ask looking at him.

"I wanted to get you back here as quick as possible." The words make me gasp a little as his hand softly slips into my own. He leads me towards an elevator. I am just mesmerized by his presence. We are barely at the doors a second and they open. Stepping inside he presses the button for the penthouse suite along with a five-digit code on the panel below. My hand tugs at his a little and I can see that smoldering gaze that gets to me deep down there. I lick my lip at the thought of his lips on mine again.

"Oh, Ana." He is up against my body as I look up toward him. It's all the invitation he needs. His lips push down onto mine as I feel his free hand grab hold of my mine. Our hands are down at our sides, but his tongue is pushing softly against my lips. I moan out into his mouth and his tongue pushes inside plundering my mouth. My mind is filled with him as his body holds my own pinned to the wall. My insides tingle as I feel his erection is back digging into me again.

(Now we are finally at his apartment. Did you all prefer the helicopter trip or Ana's bike ride? Also thank you to all you lovely readers who not only gave my story a chance but also review each chapter. It's so great to hear your thoughts and ideas. Now I bet your all dying to know what he intends to tell her. Well that should be in the next chapter. Any ideas? Let me know in your reviews and please do follow and favourite this story. Thank you. SJamesW.)