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His touch is soft, despite how strong his hands feel. They are warm and the slide of his skin against mine is actually very distracting.

“You’ll have to show me how to properly wear this thing,” I say, as we approach his bike.

“I got you a half helmet.” He takes it from my hands and unbuckles the chin-strap before gently placing it on my head. “It protects the crown and sides of your head but your face is not covered. The full head kind can feel claustrophobic to beginners.”

He snaps the buckle under my chin then pulls it just a bit until it’s snug. I watch his face intently as he makes sure everything is as it should be to protect my head.

“How’s that?” he asks, as he places his hand on top of the helmet. “Comfortable? Too tight?”

“It’s perfect.” I take a look at the motorcycle again. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Faith, this is Sasha.” He caresses the front of the bike. “And she’s my pride and joy. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, so yes, I know what I’m doing.”

“Did you name your motorcycle, Sasha?” I say, covering my mouth a bit to hide my laugh.

“Is that funny?”

I shake my head, pushing my lips tightly together until a laugh I can’t contain bursts out. “It’s hilarious. Oh my God.”

“You’re making fun of me,” he says with a grin.

“I mean, you named your motorcycle Sasha. It sounds like a porn name. In fact, I’m pretty sure there are many porn stars named Sasha.”

“That’s the idea. She’s sexy. She deserves a sexy name,” he deadpans.

“Well then…let’s ride Sasha, shall we?” I offer.

“That brought an image to my mind that I can’t get out now. Thank you.” He laughs. “All right, give me your hand. I’ll hoist you up. Put your foot here,” he points to a small footrest, “and throw your other leg over then sit.”

“Don’t let me fall.”

“Never.”

He takes my hand and I place one foot as instructed then his free hand curls at my waist, helping me push into the air, and I swing my leg over then sink, settling down on the seat.

I hold my arms out instinctually, trying to balance.

“I’ve got it steady. You won’t tip over.”

I lower my arms and slide my hands down my thighs, an act I catch him watching.

“Where do I hold on?”

“You’ll hold on to me. That’s the safest place for you.”

“Are you sure? You give off a dangerous vibe,” I tease. “Okay, I guess I need to tell you the address to the restaurant? For GPS?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, passing it to me.

“Go ahead and put it into the navigation.”

I press the button to make the screen come to life. There’s just a blank, black screen as his background and all of his apps seem pretty normal. I try not to look to hard, so he doesn’t think I’m snooping, and I’m typing the address into Google Maps when it vibrates in my hands. An incoming text rolls over the top of the screen.

Jennifer:Are you in town? I’ve been dreaming of your cock.

If I rolled my eyes any harder, they’d be stuck there.

I pass the phone back to him and say, “Done. Oh, and Jennifer texted. She is dreaming of your cock. Her words.”

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