Page 69 of The Assignment: Room 3

“So, what do you say? Want to come for a ride with me?”

“Just for a little while. I need to get back for Gracie.”

“Got it. If I behave, do I get a churro?”

She smirks as she turns the doorknob, “If youmisbehave,I might let you come.” Her words are dripping with innuendo, and I’m getting hard at the mere suggestion.

“What are you doing to me, woman?”

“Me? Nothing,” she says with a butter-wouldn’t-melt expression. “You’re the one who showed up on a motorcycle, looking all hot and bad-boy-esque.”

Oh, she shouldn’t have shown her hand. Taking a step toward her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You like the leather jacket?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a breathy whisper.

“I’m going to love it when it’s all you’re wearing as I fuck you on my bike.”

“Flex.”

“Celest.”

“Kiss me.” I don’t have to be told twice, but it’s not the usual, hungry exchange that comes from our chemistry. This is soft but deep, sweet, and sensual.

I’m breathless when she breaks our connection.

“Let me grab my wallet and jacket. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Sounds good.”

As I walk back to my bike, I’m sort of in disbelief. Celest has a kid, but that’s not the part that spooks me. What does is the fact that I’m okay about it. I came here today wanting to deepen my friendship with Celest, and that still holds. Maybe even more now.

Leaning against my bike, I watch as she sashays down the front steps of her house, looking seriously hot in a pair of jeans and a white fitted T-shirt, accentuating her curves. She knows how good she looks right now, her hair cascading over her shoulders and a bright smile with a slight hint of trepidation.

“You ready to ride?” I’m rewarded with a devious grin.

“Always, Master.”

“Talk like that, and Iwilltake you down a quiet road andrideyou for anyone to see.”

“I’d rather not get arrested for lewd behavior.”

“It’s cute that you think it would stop me. Or that you wouldn’t be begging for it.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” Fuck me, she’s sexy.

I grab the second helmet. “Pull your hair back.” She does as Iask, giving me the chance to kiss her before sliding her helmet on and making sure it’s secure. I flip the visor up, her eyes full of fun and excitement. It’s such a pleasure to know I’m the reason for it.

“Where are we going?”

“Do you trust me?” The words are out before I have a chance to contemplate why I want to know.

“Yes.” Fireflies take flight in my stomach, but I quickly suppress the urge to open myself up to rejection.

“Is the helmet comfortable enough?”

“Yep,” she says with a bright smile.

Closing her visor before grabbing my helmet and securing it in place, I straddle the bike and beckon her to climb on.

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