Page 39 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Never?"

He chuckled. "There are women for that."

"Ah, I see," she whispered, looking up at him. "Do you have a woman? Women?"

"I—"

"No, don't tell me. I'm nosey." She blew out her cheeks, knowing the conversation headed somewhere she wasn't prepared to go. "It's a warm night, huh?"

"Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle?" he asked.

"No."

"Do you want to?"

"Are you asking me to...?" Excitement filled her and quickly dashed. "I'm working."

"I'll take you around the block. It'll cool you off, and you'll be back before your lunch is over." He grabbed her hand.

Tugged behind him, she held on tightly. He slid each of his rough, thick fingers in-between hers. Somehow linking her to him was more intimate than any action she'd had in years.

He led her to the first black motorcycle closest to the door. From there, she could hear the music coming from the warehouse. It sounded as if a party was going on inside.

"Brage?" Roar's raised voice made her jump.

Brage jogged over. "Ja, Prez?"

"Grab me a woman's helmet out of the clubhouse."

Brage went into the building and came out less than a minute later. "Here you go."

Roar took the helmet from him and put it on Lizzy's head, tightening the strap under her chin. Then, he put his on and sat on the bike. Once it was started, he lowered a peg by the back wheel and lifted his chin.

She put her foot on the step and squeezed onto the seat behind him, afraid her ass would be too big, but she fit snuggly against him. He grabbed her wrist and put it around his waist. Understanding what he wanted, she hugged his back, and her other foot hit the peg on the other side of the motorcycle.

"Ready?"

She held on tight. "Yes."

The motorcycle moved forward, tilting slightly as Roar rode around the Slag members. At the end of the alley, a biker rolled the gate open. Roar never stopped but rode out onto the street and went faster.

Cool air rushed over her body, better than any air conditioner. Wide awake, she squeezed her arms, pressing against his back. They were the only people on the street.

The noise of the motorcycle. The streetlights lighting up the dark. Everything made her feel alive.

Too soon, Roar turned the last corner and rode past the gate. He stopped between the warehouse and the bar and then used his feet to back up the bike into the spot by the door.

She wanted to keep going. Mostly, she wanted to keep her arms around Roar.

But it was time to go back to work. She wouldn't want to feed information to Monica and Heather and have it get back to Kelli that she was hanging out with Roar during working hours.

The engine turned off. She slid off the bike, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Roar stayed sitting, watching her.

She fumbled with the strap under her chin in her excitement. He reached over and removed her helmet.

"Tha—" She hugged him quickly, not wanting to distract him with another thank you. "I need to go back to the bar but I really, really enjoyed the ride."

His gaze heated in pleasure. She hurried over to the bar before she did something embarrassing. He was her boss. They could be friends, but that's where her infatuation with him needed to stay.

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