Page 145 of Insatiable

“I’ve had better conversations with your grandmother,” I say, intentionally shouldering him as we walk. “And that’s saying something.”

We get in another Uber, and Kade’s knee bumps mine. I glance at him, but he’s staring out the window. “Just pull in here.”

My eyes widen when I see where we are. “No.”

“Yes.” He gets out and pulls my door open. “Come on.”

“No.”

He laughs and grabs my hand, yanking me out and thanking the driver. “Stop being a shitebag.”

I point at the sign. “I’mnotgoing on a motorbike!”

Kade ignores me and saunters into the building, fingers wrapped around my wrist lightly. I sit at the reception in a huff, debating whether I should run now or pretend he kidnapped me.

To my horror,he buys one.

Buys. A motorbike. Outright.

Ten minutes later, he walks towards me with two helmets. “Let’s go.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

Disregarding the building terror in my gut, I get up and walk towards the back, through the doors and into the car park, where a black motorbike sits, waiting to end my life.

“Jesus, Kade. No. I’m not going on that huge thing! It will honestly kill me.”

He gives me a look. “Are we still talking about the bike?”

“Shut up.”

The worker chuckles, arms folded and leaning against the wall. “Our most recent model. And most expensive.”

I scowl at Kade. “Stop throwing money around.”

He shakes his head and nods to the death trap. “Get on the bike.”

“No,” I reply, my heart beginning to race as he approaches me, lifting his hand and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Stop that.” I knock his touch away. “I’ll get a ride back to the hotel.”

“You either climb on or I bend you over it.”

He’s serious. The heated look in his eyes is enough to make my pussy instantly wet.

“I’m happy with both. You choose.”

The man behind us clears his throat and dismisses himself.

“What will it be then, Stacey?”

I force a snort. “Neither are realistic.”

“If you think I won’t pull off your little black dress and make it realistic, you’re wrong.”

My inner walls clench on nothing but the image of him doing just that. I swallow hard, the pulse in my neck fluttering, and I try to appear unaffected. I wet my lips with my tongue and note his gaze dropping to my mouth. “There are cameras.”

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