Page 53 of Unwrapping Deviance

Until Mira and the soft, adorable pucker of her bottom lip.

Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even ask.

But goddamn it.

“Want to go for a ride, sweetheart?” I hear my traitorous voice ask.

But the way her eyes light up, the way she perks, bolting upright and turning to peer at Daniel makes it impossible to have regrets.

“Can I?”

Daniel hesitates. I know my choice of transportation isn’t his favorite. Never has been. I know he thinks it’s wildly dangerous and I’m almost prepared to hear some excuse about risking Mira’s life, but he sighs, and nods.

“Don’t pull any crazy shit,” he tells me, like I would risk Mira’s safety, or my bike.

With a squeak, Mira throws open her door and hops out.

I pull out my spare helmet and dismount. She’s watching me with the same excited glimmer as when she was talking to me about cookies. That sheer, untainted joy that has her practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. The kind of excitement that makes a man want to lap it off her lips.

My own lips twitch under the dark tint of my helmet as I tuck hers over her soft curls and adjust the strap under her chin. I have to stop myself from dipping my thumb into the tiny dimple when I tuck my index finger into the strap and — slightly unintentionally — tug her close and force her flushed face up to mine.

Unlike mine, her face is visible. I can see her eyes widen and her lips part. She’s searching my tinted visor, but I know she can’t see me tracing her mouth.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?”

She’s still searching, eyes darting over the sleek, black plastic. “Yes,” she whispers at last.

My hold on her strap tightens and I drag her closer still. “You’re going to have to wrap your arms and legs around me, Mira, and hold tight as my bike vibrates between your thighs the whole way back, and you’re not wearing panties.”

Ifeelher sharp inhale as the realization dawns. I hear it in her uneven exhale. I watch it in the shaky sweep of her tongue across her lips. The color in her cheeks darken, making her freckles stand out.

“I’ll be okay, and I am ... wearing panties.” Her grin is adorably smug. “I took them back and put them on at the grocery store.”

I frown even though she can’t see it. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Mira chuckles. “It was getting too breezy ... and messy.”

That confession tightens my gut and hardens my dick.

I groan. “Fuck, baby.” I draw in a deep, bracing breath. “Get on, little brat.”

She’s still grinning when I let her go and step back. I drag off my jacket and pull it around her naked shoulders. It hangs on her tiny frame, but it will keep her warm.

Without another word, I straddle my bike. Mira waits for my guidance and instructions before climbing up behind me. Her naked thighs spread wide around my hips, and I tell her to get closer. I position her arms around my waist and bunch her fingers together low, low on my midsection.

Again, unnecessary, but if she accidentally brushes or grabs anything ... shit happens.

I shoot Daniel a two-finger salute as I rev the engine. Mira gives him a little wave before clasping me once more.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” I shout over the rumble of my baby.

Mira wiggles closer and tightens her hold. I smirk to myself as I hit the gas.

I don’t miss her little squeak of surprise at the initial jolt. I deeply regret not having a built-in mic on her helmet. Mine does, but since I don’t let people on, the spare helmet is just a precaution, hence the very standard secondary covering. But I wish I’d upgraded just to hear her.

We hit the highway. It’s longer. A full forty minutes more, but I’m not ready to end this. I want Mira wrapped around me. I want her arms around my ribs. Her chin on my back. I want the open road and the cool wind clawing at my skin.

Daniel’s behind us. I can see his truck in the mirrors. I can lose him easily, but I want him to see Mira’s long legs open wide for me. I want him to catch glimpses of her skirt lifting over her ass.

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