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“Don’t be afraid to get up close and personal, pet. You need to hold on tight and move when I move.”

She slides on behind me, her chest tight to my back as her arms wrap around my waist. “I can do that.”

The bike roars to life beneath us, and I know Celest is going to get a kick out of the vibrations. She’ll be primed and ready to fuck by the time we stop. Hell, just having her so close to me has me ready to abandon the ride and have my wicked way with her as soon as possible.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Fuck me. I could get used to that.” I rev the engine before taking off, the jolt making Celest hold tighter. “I’ve got you, pet.”

It’s not long until we’re out of suburbia and on the open roads. I was planning to take her up to my place in the Hamptons. It’s a great ride, and I’ve already planned how I want to fuck her in every room. Obviously, that’s not going to happen today, but I’m cool with changing things up.

There’s nothing better than going for a ride on a beautiful day. It clears your mind, and the adrenaline rush is addictive. As Celest clenches her thighs at my back, I have to amend my thought—there’sonething better than a ride.

Every time we take a bend, Celest’s arms tighten around my waist, but we move in sync, and it’s thrilling. I never interact withsubs in the quiet moments. All of my previous subs were strictly sexual. There were never any soft touches. Icareabout this woman. Everything between us is based on friendship, but I find myself blurring the lines.

I’m a soldier. I don’t blur lines. Sex is sex. Punishment is great for me when I have a sub who craves it. It’s all about kink compatibility. Even when Viv and I have hooked up on occasion—and we’re friends—we don’t spoon afterward. I’ve never been content to lie with a woman after sex. I give aftercare because that is the order of things. A sub does her part. I do mine. It’s a transaction.

As the world whips by, there’s only us. Nothing can touch us out here, and I feel relaxed. Comfortable.

We’ve been on the road for about an hour when I pull up outside a little restaurant I sometimes stop at when I’m out by myself. I don’t think I’ve ever brought anyone here. Not even Dalton.

When the bike is parked, Celest jumps off, squealing as she yanks off her helmet. “That was such a rush! Oh my God, Flex. That was…”

The second I take off my helmet, she lunges toward me, almost barreling us over with the bike. I manage to keep us upright when her lips crash down on mine. We’re both sweating from the heat of the helmets, but I don’t care. Grabbing her hips, I pull her in before sliding one hand up into her hair, fisting it to hold her in place as I deepen the kiss. I dart my tongue out to lick the seam of her lips, begging for entrance, which she eagerly gives. God, she tastes so good, and her lips are so fucking beautiful. They’re going to look amazing wrapped around my cock.

“Thank you. God, I can’t even tell you how much I needed this, and I didn’t even know it.” That puts a smile on my face as I kiss down her neck. “That’s my job as your Dom.”

She stiffens in my arms, pulling away from me. “Don’t say things like that, Flex. It’s not funny.”

“What?”

“Don’t say you’re my Dom. Remember what we’re doing here.”

I grab the back of her neck and take her lips in a fierce kiss. “Stop getting in your head. We’re here, the food is amazing, and the company is top tier.”

She smiles against my mouth before opening herself up, letting our tongues do a slow dance, her body relaxing as we lose ourselves in the moment.

“Why do you always smell so damn good, Flex. It’s unfair.”

“What’s unfair?” I say as I cup her delicious ass and hold her close.

“That I can’t resist you.”

“Why would you want to resist?” My tone is playful, hiding the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Because…”

“Tell me, pet. What do you want?” I bite her bottom lip just enough to make her squirm.

“I want to be friends.” My heart stutters to a halt, even though she’s not saying anything I don’t know. Hearing the words come out of her mouth is jarring.

“Okay. Then let’s eat, buddy.”

“Flex…” I force myself to move and put a few feet between us.

“Come on, slow poke, I’m starving.”

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