I groan. “Bleh. We arenotdoing dishes tonight.”
She giggles. “And after a long day, I’m not really up for cooking a big meal anyway.”
“So, delivery it is.” I reach into my pocket for my phone to place our order.
“Wait!” Jules gets a troublemaking look in her eyes as she quickly hops up. “I have a better idea.”
I give her a wary glance. “What could possibly be better than having dinner cooked and delivered right to our front door?”
She sends me a sexy grin over her shoulder as she darts down the steps and hops on her moped. I follow after her, and she tosses me the spare helmet.
Despite my brain going haywire with every possible safety hazard, I manage to catch the helmet before it hits me in the gut. “Are you serious right now?” I ask my wife.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Why?” She pouts.
I list out my reasons on my fingers. “Zero stability. No airbags. Minimal ground clearance. Gimme a sec. I just need to fire up my laptop and triple check my life insurance policy before hopping on the back of your death mobile.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.” She tilts her head to the side, staring at me expectantly.
I stare back.
She’s not budging.
The fact that my wife is just as stubborn as I am is both something I love and hate. As frustrating as it is when she won’t let me have my way, I also enjoy that she keeps me on my toes.
“Okay, fine. If we’re doing this, I’m driving.” The only thing that’ll make me feel remotely better is being in control of this bad boy.
She throws her head back and laughs. “No way, Mario Andretti. This isn’t the Grand Prix. You’re going to sit that sexybutt behind me, you’re going to hold on, and you’re going to trust me.”She pats the cushion and gives me a look that double-dares me to go on this adventure with her.
Trust. She wants me to trust her. Can I do that?
If anyone had asked me that question a month ago, the answer would have been a resounding ‘no’. But I stare into the depths of those magical brown eyes now, and realize that I can. Ido.
I trust Jules with my life. With my heart.
Sighing exaggeratedly, I shove the helmet over my head and climb into my seat, fully aware of the fact that my ass hangs off the end.
“You ready?” she chirps excitedly, gripping the handlebars.
A nervous chuckle shoots out of me. “Uh…”
She laughs out loud. “You might want to hang on, Mr. Button-Up.” She reaches back, grabs one of my hands and places it on her hip. “Better hold onto your wife. Turning those corners might get tricky.”
“Oh, in that case…” I slide both hands up her waist and under her T-shirt, higher and higher until I grab two handfuls of her breasts. Her warm, bare skin feels so good that I briefly forget the imminent danger I’m in.
The feel of her nipples hardening under my palms momentarily distracts me from my fear of dying. Jules seizes the opportunity to hit the gas.
With my startled yelp, we roll down the driveway. All traces of my horniness vanish in the dust that’s kicking up behind us as we move onto the street.
Jules starts out slow and easy, but I feel the shift as we’re picking up speed. We meander down the tree-lined roads and eventually leave our little neighborhood.
At first, my hands clench tightly onto the sides of her leather jacket, but as the wind whips at my face and the little enginerumbles through my thighs, my tense muscles actually begin to relax.
This…isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
