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He wraps his arms around me, rolling our bodies so that I’m on my back, and he’s settled between my legs.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s the crazy driver next to you. I grew up in this city, remember? I know how insane driving can be.”

“Do you trust me?” He leans down, gently kissing me, rubbing his thick morning wood up against me.

“I do.” I gasp.

As long as he keeps doing that, I’ll agree to anything.

I open my legs further in invitation. Instead of continuing in some early morning bliss, Tanner quickly flips me over and slaps the side of my ass.

“Tonight, I’m going to devour this ass.”

“Such a tease!”

“You have to get to work, remember? Patience, baby.” He gets up. “Give me ten minutes, and we’ll be on my bike. I’ll make a believer out of you.”

I enjoy the view as he walks to the bathroom. Watching him leave with nothing on but his black boxer briefs makes me a believer in other ways.

I search for the rest of my clothes and am ready to go when he comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later, freshly showered, smelling like mint and combing out his hair. I ignore the fact that he’s in a towel as I hop in and do my own business. I exit the bathroom to see him standing by the door, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, holding a helmet out to me.

“I’ll admit, I’ve never been on the back of one of these things,” I say as I take the helmet with trepidation.

“That’s how this works. I introduce you to all kinds of firsts and open your eyes to what life is all about. There’s nothing more freeing than riding a bike through a crowded street. The thrill, the fear—that’s life.”

I nod my head as my lips pull up to a grin. That’s what he brings to me. The thrill and the fear, all wrapped in one gorgeous package with a killer smile. We head to the parking garage next door where there’s a motorcycle parked at the bottom of the ramp.

Tanner waves at the attendant, who greets him, “Morning, Mr. Sexton.”

“Do you work?” I ask Tanner.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering how a college guy affords his own apartment and a monthly parking fee.”

“My family has some money,” he answers nonchalantly as he hops on the bike first, steadying it between his legs.

Thoughts of where I was going with that completely exit my mind as tingles run down my arms. My palms are sweaty, and my stomach turns when he ignites the bike to life.

With the helmet secure on my head, I take his hand and follow his orders. I slide my leg across the seat and sit down.

I hear his laugh as I hold on to him for dear life. Running his fingers through mine, before letting go to grip both handles and moving us forward with the flick of his wrist. I squeal as we move, clenching my thighs tighter against the bike and squeezing him as hard as I can.

After the first few stops, I get a little more comfortable and loosen my hold. When we stop at a light, he runs his hand down my thigh, and suddenly, I feel more than the rumble of the bike between my legs. I move my hands lower, rubbing him through his jeans. The laugh I hear escape his helmet only feeds my desire more.

I turn my head to see an older woman noticing where my hands are. The look of shock on her face makes me turn my head in embarrassment. I can’t believe how different I feel when I’m with Tanner.

In the past, I was so worried about being whom I was expected to be by my peers. I was on my best behavior, making sure I never had too much to drink, always said the right thing, and made sure everyone around me was happy, even happier than I was.

When I’m with Tanner, I don’t think about anything like that. He makes me want to take care of myself. To do what I want and with a smile on my face. So, I turn my head back to the woman, running my hands back down Tanner’s pants and stroking him without trying to hide it one bit.

The light turns green, and Tanner takes off with a little more get-up, sending chills down my body. He’s right. I love this bike.

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