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This man was placing a claim on her soul, wanting her to be his forever. And honestly? Taeja would willfully surrender. Through this fervent kiss. Ten times over, again and again until their souls became one.

If it wasn’t for the lack of breath, she knew neither of them would’ve pulled away. And even then, taking her mouth off his was met with reluctance.

She licked her lips and looked at him. Zain breathed as hard as her while his eyes followed the action of her tongue.

“How’s your finger?” he asked, his voice raspy.

“It’s fine.”

“Good,” Zain said, pulling away from her. “I’m taking you for a ride.” He disappeared into the garage, leaving Taeja stunned.

What just happened?

This man kissed the life out of her and left her with a throbbing clit and racing heart? Just like that?

Zain confused her at times.

Shaking away the thought, she went to the bedroom she shared with Damon and changed into protective gear. She texted Damon.

Zain’s taking me for a ride.

Don’t forget your helmet.

I won’t. Are you feeling better?

Don’t worry about me, baby. Have fun.

Knowing that was his way of wanting to end the conversation, she sighed and pocketed her phone. She went downstairs. The garage door was open, so she saw Zain and his bike in the driveway. He held her helmet while his hung on thehandlebar. Taeja walked toward him, and Zain shook his head.

“What?” she asked, looking at her gear. “Did I put it on wrong?”

“No. Hold this.” Zain handed her the helmet and freed his locs. He used the tie to fix Taeja’s hair into a low bun.

“Will you be able to see?” Taeja asked, unable to see his eyes, which were covered by his locs.

“I’m not blind.”

She rolled her eyes as Zain took the helmet, then put it over her head. “Yu know seh yu feisty?”

Zain smiled, making her heart pace as she rolled her eyes and bit back her smile. Taeja was sure he knew the effect he had on her, and she wanted to knock his ego down a few pegs. Though she had to admit his smile was hot… Like everything else about him.

“I have rules.”

Her brows furrowed. “Rules?”

“You can barely climb a tree. Do you think I’d just put you on my bike?”

Taeja gasped, her cheeks heating up. Zain laughed, and she rolled her eyes. “It nuh funny.”

As his laughter faded, he turned away and hopped on the bike. “Get on,” he said, and she complied. “One, turn with the bike, don’t fight it. Two, tap my thigh if you feel uncomfortable or need my attention for any reason. I’ll pull over. And if I tap you, hold on to me or—” He tapped the handlebar on the tank. “Right here. And three, don’t hit my helmet with yours.”

“Why not?” she asked, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his midriff.

“It annoys me,” he said, and she scoffed. Zain showed her some hand signs. “Got it?” he asked, and Taeja nodded. Zain put on his helmet. “Now hold me.”

“I am.”

The bike jolted forward. Taeja pressed against Zain’s back, clinging tighter to him. As abruptly as the Bike moved, it stilled.

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