Teaching the Biker

How routine is a teacher’s day? Well, if Mike and his bike come to school every morning, it gets a whole different ending…

The thought flashes through Elena Weston's head when Mike Murray drops off his little nephew for school. His eyes brush is a sharp, caressing breeze that steals her breath away in an instant…

Suddenly, it’s all a haze… The classroom melts, her responsibilities vanish, and it's just the two of them left.

The bell rings, the dream is gone, but Mike isn’t… and there's something in his razor sharp eyes that's calling her closer...

**EXCERPT**

*They had walked some distance away from the bike and the dirt track, but Elena could still hear the humming sound of another dirt bike heading in their direction. She looked at him anxiously, but he shook his head and told her not to worry about it. She knew without a doubt that he would look after her.

He laid her down on the soft grass, kissing her gently all over her body. He even ran his mouth along her blouse and snatched up small clumps of the cloth with his teeth, tugging it until she giggled. He seemed determined only to kiss her and have her kiss him, but she had started to want more.

She pressed his hands into her body, feeling the heat of his flesh through her clothes. Then, she put her own hands to her blouse, ready to unbutton it for him. Before she could proceed, he kissed her and reached his hands up to her buttons, undoing them and pushing the soft cotton of her blouse apart. *