My verbal spew ended in a ringing silence. The sun was sinking, shrinking golden rays that highlighted the red strands in her hair. She had it pulled back in one of those fancy updos that lay like a coiled snake at the back of her head. Delicate pearl earrings dangled from her small ears. Everything about Parker Brown was delicate and pretty.

An illusion. The woman had an iron core.

“You really shouldn’t cuss so much,” was all she said. “It shows a lack of imagination.”

“Bullshit.”

Her brows kicked up. “It’s not bull … bull-hockey.”

Bull-hockey. Jesus. This woman.

“It is.” I laughed at her scowl. “Cursing is a sign of intelligence and those who do it frequently are both happier and healthier than the poor repressed souls who keep it all in.”

“Oh, bull-pucks.”

“Hockey? Pucks? What’s next? Bulls on skates?”

A flush worked over her cheeks, and she growled.

I laughed again. “Look it up if you don’t believe me.”

“I will.” She stomped over to my bike. “Are we going, or should we stand here talking nonsense all night?”

If I had my choice, we’d talk nonsense.

“You really going to ride on this?” I handed her the spare helmet I’d brought along.

She sniffed, all polite irritation, and put it on. It was adorably huge on her head. “My mode of transportation is a bicycle. I think I can manage.” And then she did something I knew was designed to kill me. She pulled the skirt of her dress high up her thighs, exposing some truly spectacular legs, and straddled the bike.

I stared at those beautiful, smooth legs, imagining my tongue tracing a path up the curve of her thigh, and my dick twitched. I got on my bike before I had a situation going on in my pants that would make driving uncomfortable.

It wasn’t easy, though. Not with Parker’s thighs bracketing mine and her hands gripping my sides. By the time we pulled up to the docks, I was practically sweating. It was a relief to park and get some much-needed distance from my tiny tormentor.

She handed me her helmet and smoothed her hair. “All right.” She took a deep breath that did great things for her tits, and then let it out. “Let’s do this.”

We both looked up at the massive, sleek yacht hovering at the end of the private dock. People were already crowded on its multiple decks, the windows aglow in the setting sun. Laughter and chatter drifted out into the night.

I took hold of her elbow and guided her forward. “Act like you own the place and you will.”

She glanced up at me with a bemused smile. “Is that how you do it?”

“What do you think?”

“That you just admitted you’re full of hot air,” she said lightly, and making me chuckle.