MO - here you go - was going to post links to the previous installments but frankly can't be bothered trying to find the pages again! So in one long action replay - here is John Lucas. Enjoy 
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*John Lucas growled at the alarm clock, and gave it a resounding thump. It was 5.00am, and John wasn?t an early riser, but that Friday he had to haul his arse to France to pick up some equipment for the project he was working on, so silly o?clock was the order of the day.
As he ran a hot shower, his mind wandered to the previous weekend that he?d spent in Bristol. Meeting that writer on the train had been a rather fortunate turn of events he smirked to himself, stiffening as the soapy water cascaded down his naked body. Sighing reluctantly, he turned the cold water up a notch or three, rinsed off and got out of the cubicle.
John surveyed himself in the mirror .The slightly too long hair tousled and damp, not-quite designer stubble and a very naughty glint in his eye, even at that time in the morning, set him apart from your average late 30-something. Grinning at his own reflection, he turned and headed for the wardrobe.
?Easy choice today,? he mused to himself, pulling on his clothes. By the time he?d finished he was a vision a black leather, apart from the close fitting white, v-neck t-shirt he wore underneath his jacket.
He threw back a huge mug of black coffee, picked up his helmet and headed out the door.
On the street outside, sat John?s pride & joy, his jet black Harley Davidson Road King Classic. He was all man, and then some, in every way, but whenever he saw Delilah, as he affectionately thought of her, he felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. Straddling the seat with his muscular, leather-clad thighs, he turned the key in the ignition and roared off into the distance as the sun rose over Brighton.
An hour later, he pulled up in the car park at the block of flats a few hundred yards from Waterloo station. He could have taken Delilah on the Eurotunnel with him, but it was only a small package to bring back, and with such an early start he fancied a more comfortable journey. Luckily his mate lived nearby so he could park Delilah up safely for the day.
At the Eurostar terminal, John checked in, grabbed a bacon and egg baguette, a large coffee and a tabloid and made himself comfortable for the half hour wait. The time passed quickly and soon it was time to board the train. John found himself a window seat, and was just about to doze off when a voice over his head said, ?Excuse me, is this seat taken??
He looked up, sleepily. ?No, be my guest,? he replied. His initial irritation at being interrupted dissipated somewhat when he saw that the voice belonged to an attractive woman, with a reddish brown bob and curves in all the right places. He smiled wolvishly at her as she sat down, ?I?m John,? he said.
The woman was a little taken off guard by his directness. ?Bo,? she replied, uncertainly.
John eyed her up and down lasciviously, ?So,? he drawled, ?Business or pleasure??
Bo assessed the leather-clad six-footer opposite her. Sod it, she thought, I deserve a bit of fun. Holding his icy blue gaze steadily, she replied, ?I?m rather hoping it might be both. You??
John hadn?t been expecting that, and felt a brief twitch of horniness flash through his body. Well, he thought, two can play that game?
?Just business,? he paused, locking eyes with Bo once again, ??at least, that was all I had planned until about two minutes ago??
Half and hour and lots of flirting later, the Eurostar began to descend into the channel tunnel. John noticed that Bo had gone rather quiet, and on looking up saw that the colour had almost completely drained from her face. She felt his blue eyes on her and quickly got to her feet. ?Excuse me,? she murmured as she made her way hastily down the carriage. John was puzzled and when she hadn?t returned several minutes later, he put his better judgement about not getting involved with damsels in distress to one side and strode off in search of her. He found her in a quiet corridor outside the First Class compartments, still pale and slightly shaky.
?Something I said?? he quipped, resting a hand on Bo?s shoulder.
?No,? she replied, ?I?m just being daft.? He looked at her quizzically. ?I?m a bit claustrophobic,? she continued. ? I use the Eurostar because it?s quick and easy, but I can?t say as I actually enjoy it.?
John had enjoyed flirting with the perky brunette, and had to admit that this show of vulnerability on her part turned him on even more. He glanced through the glass into the compartment they were standing next to and saw that it was empty. He also saw a golden opportunity.
?You know what you need, don?t you?? he asked, flashing a cheeky grin at Bo.
She looked up at him, flushing slightly from a combination of embarrassment at her admission of fear and anticipation of what he was going to say or do next.
John leant forward and she felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, ?You need something to distract you?? and with that, he grabbed her firmly and quickly steered her into the empty compartment, slamming the door shut behind them.
Bo had her back to the door, and John had his hands either side of her shoulders, effectively caging her there. Her heart was pounding as he fixed her with his electric blue gaze. She couldn?t meet his eye and unwittingly glanced down for a split second at his lips, which was all the encouragement John needed.
His mouth crashed onto hers and felt the burn of his stubble as her parted her lips with his tongue. Her senses were invaded with not only the taste, but also the scent of him ? citrus, sandalwood, but mostly that delicious black leather. As he pulled her body tightly to his, she realised that if there was a train equivalent of the ?Mile High Club?, she was just about to join it?*