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didn¡¯t need me cutting it short.

That was why when Samantha pulled up at the playground, I told her to meet me at, I

didn¡¯t waste any time before I had my lips on hers.

¡°Whoa,¡± she said once she pulled away, leaning against her car door. ¡°It¡¯s good to see

you, too.¡±

¡°I¡¯ve missed you,¡± I said like it was a confession. ¡°A lot.¡±

¡°God, I¡¯ve missed you, too,¡± she said and hungrily pulled me back into her lips. I

gripped her thin waist between my fingertips. When she moved her thigh up, just slightly

so I grinded against her, I felt my jeans grow tight and I pulled away.

¡°All right, it¡¯s a little too bright outside to get too wild,¡± I said, and she laughed.

¡°Yeah, I¡¯m pretty sure we¡¯d get arrested if we kept going here.¡±

I smirked and asked, ¡°You up for a ride?¡±

She gulped and her eyes widened. ¡°Really?¡±

¡°Oh, like you had such a bad time last time,¡± I teased, and she blushed.

¡°Fine,¡± she said. ¡°I guess I¡¯d better get used to it eventually.¡±

¡°Hey.¡± I gently smacked the side of her hip. ¡°You did perfectly last time.¡±

She giggled and shoved me. ¡°I can¡¯t wait until you do something embarrassing. I¡¯m

never going to let you live it down.¡±

I laughed and responded by handing her the helmet. ¡°Come on, I wanna show you

something.¡±

¡°What?¡±

¡°You¡¯ll see.¡±

The evening summer breeze felt relaxing over the sleepy Wednesday evening.

Everyone had already finished their days at the office and happy-hour drinks, leaving the

streets empty. The sun was still hot but beginning to slowly set, leaving the sky vibrant

shades of pink and orange. It was a perfect night for a ride.

Behind me, I could feel Samantha was far more comfortable than before and I leaned

my arm back to rub her thighs to silently tell her, ¡°Good job.¡±

It seemed like last time, my touch in combination with the motorcycle¡¯s vibrations got

the best of her. Her legs squeezed around mine and her hands clawed into my chest.

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