Page 29 of Melted by a Man

Me: Your ride is on the way.

Jacqueline: What?

Jacqueline: No.

Me: Do you want to be on time or not?

I finally got up from my bed and started rummaging around for some clothes as I watched the three dots appear and disappear. I chuckled to myself while pulling a t-shirt on over my head. Then her message came in.

Jacqueline: Fine. You’ll need to bring me a spare helmet though.

I raised both of my eyebrows.

Perhaps she didn’t know that I also had a vehicle besides a motorcycle. However, I wasn’t about to correct her assumption. If Jacqueline Williams was agreeing to ride on my bike, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Jacqueline: Also here’s my address:

Jacqueline: I guess you could have looked that up the same way that you got my number, but whatever.

Jacqueline: Also no weaving in between cars.

Jacqueline: Also what do I wear?

I smirked before hitting the dial on her contact and turning on the speaker.

“What?” Jacqueline asked, her annoyed voice rang while I waltzed over to my ensuite bathroom to fix my hair.

“You’re overthinking this,” I replied, turning on the water to tame the ends of my hair that were sticking up all over the place.

“I’ve never—” she stopped herself, but I waited. I set the cell down while I put some paste on my toothbrush and started scrubbing at my teeth, “I’ve never been on a motorcycle. Is my hair going to be crazy by the time we get to the office?”

Perhaps I should have told her that I had a car to drive if she preferred, but I never said I was a perfect person.

“Braid your hair, it’ll fit the helmet better,” I replied before spitting in the sink and rinsing my mouth, then I continued, “Wear jeans, I have a spare bike jacket you can use.”

“Bike jacket?” Jacqueline asked, her voice broadcasting how nervous she was.

“It’ll protect you, and also keep you warm.” It was early in the morning, and the marine layer from the Pacific Ocean still clouded the sky and filled the air with salty humidity.

“Okay,” Jacqueline’s voice sounded a little breathy.

“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry,” and just because I couldn’t help myself, I added, “I won’t do any wheelies either.”

“Absolutelynowheelies,” Jacqueline snapped, ending the call.

I laughed as I walked out of my bathroom, grabbing my work bag to take her for a new kind of ride.

* * *

This was a horrible idea.

I had just wanked this morning, so there was no reason for me to be struggling with an erection in the middle of the motorway.

All it took was for Jacqueline to walk out of her building, her hair braided over her shoulder just as I instructed her. Her jeans were loose around her ankles but snug against her ass. Her long-sleeved shirt was just loose enough that I could grab a fistful of it and use it to tug her towards me.

But I didn’t do that.

Instead, I offered her the bike jacket that was too big for her but would protect her regardless. I helped her zip it up and strap it over her sleeves. Then I helped her with the helmet. She truly hadn’t worn one before, because she struggled to tighten the strap under her chin. My helmet was already on, so I gently patted her hands out of the way to tighten it for her. Safety first.

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