Page 38 of The Billionaire Babe

“Don’t be late,” Brady says to AJ as I watch the boys shake hands and backslap.

“No problem, boss,” AJ says in jest, and we watch them go.

“That black eye really doesn’t look good,” I murmur, which only makes AJ’s smirk grow.

“His fault, he brought it on himself,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bike. I feel better equipped to ride tonight. With jeans and boots, I will be warmer and more comfortable.

“You know the drill,” he says, handing me the helmet.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask. I know he won’t take me straight home. It is only ten, and while he needs his sleep, I have a feeling AJ isn’t ready to drop me off yet.

“I have a place I want to show you,” he says cryptically, and I smile as he secures the strap under my chin.

I get on the bike, and as we start to ride, I relax around him. It is only my second time, but it feels nice. The breeze is fresh, and I wrap my arms around his waist. The way he drops his hand to my knee and rubs his thumb across makes butterflies swirl in my stomach. The vibrations from the engine run up my legs and around my body. My already heightened arousal from all his touches tonight skyrockets even more, my fingers digging into his chest. He squeezes my knee like he knows exactly what I am feeling, and I am grateful that I have a helmet on to cover the flush that I feel on my cheeks.

We wind up a small mountain, and the area looks familiar. It is an exclusive part, out of town, with massive homes obscured by large gates and hedges lining the streets. I look around, knowing that both Ben and Eddie Rothschild live up here somewhere. I am confused for a moment when he takes the bike down a small path that looks more like a sidewalk rather than a road through a small park. He drives down between trees and stops right at the edge of an embankment, turning off the engine.

I pull off my helmet where I sit.

“Where are we?” I ask in awe. The view of the city from here is amazing. The lights twinkle below us. We are at a lookout or something.

“It’s just a place I come to. When I need to think.” Taking my helmet from my head, he hangs it on the handlebar. I hold on to his shoulders and stand, stepping off the bike and looking around.

“It is so beautiful,” I say, my eyes wide. I have seen a similar view at a party I was at a few months ago up here somewhere, but because we are in the pure black of night, surrounded by trees, the lights are all much brighter than I remember.

“It is nice and quiet,” he murmurs low, almost a growl, and I turn to look at him. He is still sitting on the bike, having moved back on the seat with his large legs flat on the ground on either side. He looks like one of those big men in a Harley commercial.

“Between Mr. Burger, Jordie’s, and now this, I am starting to think you know all the good places around town,” I tease as I walk back to him.

“Well, it’s not the Four Seasons, but…” He shrugs, and I smile.

“The Four Seasons isn’t all that great, to be honest,” I say. “Besides, a view like this is a million times better.” I sigh, looking back out at it again.

“You continue to surprise me, sweetheart.”

I look back at him with a small smile.

“Oh, why is that?”

“You are just nothing like I guessed.”

“Let me guess…” I say as I move closer. “Stuck-up rich girl. Never worked a day in her life. Gets everything handed to her on a silver platter…”

“I sure as shit never thought you would work at a pool hall in college,” he says, shaking his head, and I bark out a laugh, thinking about our night. “Fuck, you are pretty when you smile.” His words catch me off guard, and I pause, our eyes connecting. “Come here,” he commands, and I take a few more steps toward him before his hands shoot out, and he grabs me at the waist. Standing, he picks me up.

“Ahh, AJ!” I squeal in delight, grabbing on to his forearms as he lifts me to where he is and saddles me on his bike. This time, though, I face him, my back to the handlebars, my legs over his thighs.

It is intimate. Sure, I was sitting on his knee back at Jordie’s. His hands skirted across my waist and my body a few times throughout the night. I felt him harden underneath me, so I know he was turned on. But this, facing each other, nothing between us, it is new. I feel open, exposed, vulnerable.

“This alright with you?” he asks, his voice gravelly as his hands run up and down my thighs. I swallow my nerves down and nod as my hands rest on his knees.

“As long as I don’t fall,” I say, smiling. The bike is sturdy and so is he, but I could topple at any moment.

“I won’t ever let you fall. Don’t worry.” His promise hits me right in the chest. My heart thumps, palms sweating a little.

“Kiss me, AJ…” I whisper. We haven’t kissed since he dropped me off after our burger date, and the way he is looking at me now makes me grateful that I am sitting down because my knees are wobbly.

His hand cups my face, and he pulls me to him. I slide down the seat, sitting right on his lap, as his other hand circles my lower back, pressing me to him. Our lips meet, and my body melts to his almost immediately. As I grab on to his biceps, they flex under my touch, his tongue swooping across my lips. A growl comes from his throat as we devour each other.

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