Page 22 of Bad Behavior

I go around to the back of Cure, where my black Triumph is propped up. Waiting for me.

I start to put my leather jacket on, then pause. One glance at Emma says that I need to offer it to her instead. If we wrecked, she has a lot more skin showing than I do.

“Here,” I say, thrusting the jacket at her. It’s better to present it as an order, rather than an offer. “Put this on.”

She turns pink, but she diligently puts the jacket on. “Thanks.”

I open the bike’s storage compartment, pulling out the extra helmet I keep for guests. I hand her the helmet, then pull my own helmet on. I climb on first, starting the bike, revving it a couple of times.

I look behind me, to where Emma is standing. She is drowning in the motorcycle jacket, but it looks pretty good on her anyway. You can hardly make out that she’s wearing a skirt under the jacket, and for a second I allow myself to picture it.

Emma, butt ass naked, except for my leather jacket?

Fuck yes. My grip on the handlebars gets a little tighter… and I get another half-assed erection.

Great. That’s what I get for letting my imagination wander.

“Come on,” I say, though I know my voice is muffled by the helmet. “Climb on.”

She looks at me with anxious eyes for a minute, then she puts a hand on my shoulder. She swings her leg over the bike, coming into full-body contact with me.

My cock stands at full attention the second we touch. I can feel her soft curves against my hard body. I close my eyes briefly, reminding myself that she’s definitely off limits.

After a few deep breaths of the salty air, I reach back and pull her arms around my waist. She immediately leans forward, pressing her tits against my back.

Fuck, I think, gritting my teeth. I have to get her home, that’s the only way that this torture ends.

I rev the engine and then pull out. It’s after nine p.m., and there’s hardly anyone on the road. I play by the rules on the way to her house, keeping it under the speed limit.

A mile has never seemed so long before now.

When I finally get to her house, I pull up out front. She slides off, and starts to pull the helmet off.

Trying not to overthink it too much, I pull out and race away. She can get the helmet back to me some other time.

Right now, I just need a cold shower and some sleep.

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