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“Where are we going?” asked Adelina, her voice quieter now as I drew closer.

I smiled at her. “I’ve got a place in mind.”

Where we were going was somewhere I went alone, a place to clear my head and focus. A place where I could feel the energy of artists like me. And I’d never taken another person there. I had never found another person I thought might appreciate it.

Until her.

She pouted—so fucking cute. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Maybe you won’t like it,” I said, my fear seeping in.

“You think I’ll say no?”

“Maybe. You don’t use that word a lot, but you’re good at rebelling.”

She laughed but then she planted her hands on the seat between her legs, squishing her tits together, and pushed her ass onto the bitch seat. “Who wouldn’t be when they’re basically a hostage? Guess I’ll just let you kidnap me a while longer.”

“You like the thought of that?” I narrowed my eyes at her.

She shrugged, but the corners of her mouth twitched into a secretive smile.

“You’re trouble.” I swung a leg over my motorcycle and settled down.

“I try,” she whispered in my ear as her body pressed into mine. Our sweat mingled in the hot day, but I didn’t have the urge to get away this time. Before she could say or do anything else we would both regret, I kicked my bike into gear and took off. The fresh air cleared my mind and cooled my body.

Thank fuck.

Chapter Sixteen

ADELINA

I liked holding onto Graff.The feel of him. The hardness of him. How he reacted to me. Even as we flew down the highway, he responded to my every curious touch.

I was a bad girl. Throwing caution to the wind, I tightened my grip on him. He flinched and then relaxed into me, and I could feel the rumbling groan escape from his chest. He pulled the lever on the left and kicked the motorcycle gear down and rolled the throttle. We soared faster down the two-lane highway, dipping into curves and flying over the hills.

Then thrill took my breath away, and I had the urge to throw my hands out and squeal into the wind. We veered onto the highway and sped even faster, but we never zigzagged through cars. Not like I had seen the others do. Not like we had done before to get through the terrible LA traffic. When the traffic slowed, Graff slowed with it, as though we were no longer on a schedule.

It seemed like as soon as we were on the freeway, we exited, but we weren’t in the all-concrete jungles of the warehouse district. Once the freeway barriers were gone, we entered into a park area. The grass was dry and dead, but that was LA proper.The concrete and blacktop throughout the city turned it into one enormous greenhouse. Dry heat blasted across my face. The tar seemed to sizzle in the sun.

The motorcycle slowed at a stoplight, and Graff put his feet down on either side, keeping us upright. I looked up and down the street. I hadn’t been to this part of LA before, but then again, when I had been to LA previously, I spent my time in nice hotels and at galas.

This park could be a nice place, but it was sandwiched between middle-class houses and buildings in need of new paint.

Graff shifted, swiping his hand across his jeans, and I tightened my grip on his chest. Again, he tensed. I was sure he would leap off the motorcycle seat if I wasn’t there, holding him down.

Granted, I needed to hold on or fall off, and he was all I had to anchor myself.

I slid my hands down his cut, and he shifted again. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t say no or push me away. So I slid them down lower until they were rested on his thighs. I felt the lump under his jeans, and he let out a soft groan. Since he seemed to like the touch, I let my fingers explore the length of his enormous bulge.

“Adelina, please,” he whispered in a low breath.

“Do you not like this?” I could feel that he did, and all the brazen frustration I had experienced in the last day emboldened me.

“You’re Sas’s future wife.”

Me. Sas. Wife.

I parsed the words that felt like a cold shock of water to my face. My hands fell off his thighs. I didn’t need to be reminded, but everything and everyone wanted to do just that.

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