“Just trust me.” His eyes hold mine, silver burning into gold. “You’re going to love it. I promise.”
Hours later, after most of the office has emptied and I’ve been staring blankly at my screen for way too long, my phone vibrates on the desk.
PHOENIX: I’m outside, pretty girl.
I’m expecting… I don’t know, a rideshare. Maybe he’s got some obnoxious sports car waiting outside.
What I’m not expecting is him straddling a motorcycle like he stepped out of every biker fantasy I’ve ever had—helmet on, thighs spread around polished black metal, dangling a second helmet from his fingers, which is obviously meant for me.
I swear, I almost come right there on the pavement. Just a spontaneous orgasm by real-life thirst trap.
“You ready, baby?”
“No… I mean, yeah. Holy shit. If you’d shown up like this earlier, I probably would’ve given in a hell of a lot faster.”
He laughs and swings off the bike, stepping into my space in a way that makes my stomach flip. He takes the helmet and slides it over my head, his fingers careful as he fastens the strap beneath my chin.
“Now, unless I missed something,” he murmurs, his eyes holding mine through the visor, “I don’t think you’ve ever ridden as some douchebag’s backpack before.”
“I haven’t.”
“Good… another first I get to give you.”
Phoenix swings back onto the bike, then holds a hand out tome over his shoulder. I take it, and he pulls me forward, helping me climb on behind him. The second I’m settled, his hand drops down to rest on my thigh while the other grips the handlebar.
“Get those arms around me, baby, and don’t let go.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my chest against his back, and I feel him exhale.
It’s the closeness.
He craves it.
“Tighter,” he commands, and I lock my hands together over his abs, my fingers fisting the soft fabric of his hoodie.
His hand covers mine briefly, just long enough to squeeze. A silent thank-you, or maybe a warning to prepare me for what’s coming.
“Please don’t kill us,” I mutter.
“Before I know how it feels to fuck someone? You crazy?”
I slap the side of his helmet, hard enough to jolt him and make his laugh rumble through both of us. I feel it everywhere, especially where my body’s pressed flush against his. My thighs tighten automatically, and my grip on his hoodie tightens as jealousy flares hot inside me.
“You mean how it feels to fuckme.”
He goes still for a heartbeat, and a low, throaty groan escapes him—one that has no business being that hot.
“You have no idea how hard it gets me knowing you’re jealous.” I can practically hear the smug satisfaction in his voice. “I knew it was in there, my beautiful, possessive girl.”
Before I can get a word out, the engine roars louder, and then we’re flying. The city blurs around us as Phoenix weaves through traffic like he owns the street, and death couldn’t touch him if it tried.
The speed, the danger, the way I can feel every shift of hismuscles as he controls the bike like it’s an extension of himself.It’s intoxicating.The cold winter wind lashes at my skin, but I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now with my arms around him, and God help me, I don’t ever want to let go.
Chapter 15
Phoenix
“You meanhow it feels to fuck me.”
