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taking measured steps toward him. His large hand, so warm and work-roughened, easily enveloped mine as he urged me closer still. He pulled me to him and peered into my eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you, babe. Trust me?”
    The easy way the endearment rolled off his tongue left me in a stupor once more. Only, this one was born of the butterflies flapping their wings like crazy in my stomach. My mouth went dry as I stared back at him. “Yes,” I finally managed to whisper.
    “Good.” He grabbed my face and leaned in to give me a leisurely kiss. “Hop on.”
    I did and after a few minutes of clutching him as tightly as humanly possible, I slowly began to ease my grip. Too slowly for his taste, though, apparently.
    “Babe,” he yelled over the roar of the engine.
    I swear that simple word made my pulse quicken even more than the possibility of hitting the ground in an unceremonious fashion. “Yeah?” I yelled back.
    “Squeeze any harder and you’ll bring up my lunch… from yesterday.”
    I felt him laughing more than I heard it and I smiled, making sure to squeeze him tighter just for his smart-ass remark.
    “Am I or am I not going slow?” he asked.
    I thought about it as I finally pulled my head away from his back, where I’d been covering my eyes since we’d taken off. I dared a glance at the passing surroundings. “You are.”
    “Damn straight. I’m hoping no one comes by on a scooter to show me up.”
    I laughed. “We are
not
going
that
slow!” Still, we weren’t going too fast. We took the road just slowly enough for me to be able to think about something other than dying. For example, the feel of Justin’s broad back and firm ass tucked right between my legs was a major thought. On its own accord, one of my hands slid down his stomach a bit further. I felt him tense.
    “You want me to focus on the road, you’d better watch those hands,” he said teasingly.
    I decided that I indeed wanted all of his focus on the road.
    “You’re gonna love riding with me after this. You’ll see.”
    I wanted to laugh. I loved riding with him in a vastly different way, that was for sure. Riding
this
way? Nope. I’d never like it, much less love it—no way, no how. Now wasn’t the time to argue, however.
    I pressed my cheek against his back as a delicious fantasy began to play out in my head. It would be so easy to slip my hand down to stroke his cock through his jeans right now. I was sure it would already be hard, waiting for me to take it out and jack him off. He’d pull over and, knowing Justin, he’d fuck me right there on the side of the road in front of passers-by. That thought was hot enough to make me forget all about my current motorcycle-riding predicament. I closed my eyes as the fantasy deepened.
    Justin hovering above me, entering me and giving me no time to catch my breath. He’d begin to thrust harder and faster. The vision of his cock, glistening from my wetness, ramming in and out of me in an ever-increasing tempo had me clenching my thighs. I was grateful he couldn’t hear the moan that escaped my lips. In the fantasy, we were going at it like two lust-crazed maniacs. My eyes snapped open when it dawned on me that the increasing speed hadn’t just been in my dirty mind.
    Justin had long left the safety and reduced speed of the back streets behind and was now barreling toward an on-ramp for the interstate. My grip on him instantly tightened once more. “No. No, no, no.” It was all I could say so I repeated it like the mantra it was. Maybe it would save my life. He chose to ignore me. Well, either that or he couldn’t hear me over the loudening engine. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and yelled my simple plea louder. “No! No, no, no! Don’t do it.”
    I felt the slight shake of laughter emanating from his body. Yeah, that’s what I thought. The bastard had definitely heard me.
    “Relax,” he said.
    “Relax?” I asked, incredulous. There was nothing calming about