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“Do you want me to come to your place or do you want to stay here?” she asks, leaning back to stare up at me.

My eyes run over her face, noting the bruised tint underneath hers and the exhaustion in their depths.

Lifting one of my hands, I trace a finger over the darkened hue under her left eye. “You get any sleep?”

She leans into my touch and exhales. “Silly question, bossman. Couldn’t do that as long as you were still out there.”

My fingers drift until they’re grasping her chin, then I pull her mouth to mine. I brush our lips together a few times before shoving my tongue inside to tangle with hers.

She moans into my mouth and tries to get closer. Before we get too out of hand, I pull back, catching her lip between my teeth and giving a gentle tug.

“Go get your bag, baby girl. Want you in my arms in my bed. Jeans and boots on, and grab the helmet I bought you.”

Her eyes light up. “I finally get to go for a ride?”

My lips twitch. “Yeah, baby girl. Your ass gets to be on the bike.”

She does a little hip shimmy, and this time, a tired chuckle comes out.

Fucking cute.

“I need to switch out the bags.” She grabs my beard and lifts to her toes to brush her lips against mine. “I’ll be fast. Get a cup of coffee while I do that.”

While she’s doing what she does, I grab a cup of the black brew and send off a message to Reva letting her know that Bailee won’t be in tonight.

My Hummingbird comes flitting back into the kitchen with a bag strapped to her back. Her hands are wrapped around the straps as she rocks back and forth on her booted feet.

“Ready,” she states with a wide smile.

I believe it’s the first genuine one I’ve seen on her since before we split. The last time I recall seeing a smile that free on her face was years in the past, before I broke her heart by pulling her into the toxic mess with me and Heather.

Like now, that insidious voice whispers, but I brush it away.

Now is fucking different because Heather and I are done for good this time.

The way Bailee fucking skips to the bike is cute as hell. Despite everything going on around us, there’s something so damn innocent about it.

She waits impatiently, bouncing around while I get settled, and when I crook my finger, she steps closer and passes me thehelmet. It only takes a few minutes to get it strapped onto her head, then she rushes to toss her leg over the seat and snuggle up behind me.

Bailee slides her hands under my shirt, her nails digging in when my muscles contract, and I grit my teeth as my dick stiffens behind my jeans. My chest vibrates with the groan that rumbles through it.

I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her until the heat of her pussy warms my back. She wiggles around, rubbing against me, her moan rattling against my neck as she buries her face in it.

“You don’t behave, goin’ to fuck you right here in the goddamn parkin’ lot, and that’s too dangerous for both of us,” I growl, digging my fingers into the flesh of her thick thigh.

“Sorry,” she breathes out.

She goes to move her hands away from my skin, but I place mine over hers, holding them in place.

“Didn’t fuckin’ say to stop touchin’ me. Watch rubbin’ that hot cunt against me, though. We get to my place, I’ll take care of that need you feel clawin’ at you.” I squeeze her fingers. “Ready to ride, baby girl?”

“I was born ready, bossman.”

I flick my wrist and send the bike rumbling underneath us, smirking when Bailee’s moan teases my ear. “Hold tight, Hummingbird.”

As we fly down the highway, Bailee lets out a delighted laugh, her arms loosening from around me. When I glance in the side mirror, she’s got her head tossed back so she can feel the wind on her face, and her arms are spread out to the sides as if she’s a bird spreading her wings to fly.

There’s something pretty damn magical about knowing my woman feels the same freedom on the back of my bike as I do on the front of it.

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