Before we’re off, I give her forearms a gentle caress, a last attempt to appease her. Seconds later, we’re making our way through the streets of the Upper East Side.
The traffic is heavy, given the hour, but I carefully drive through it, earning precious minutes that’ll make her arrive earlier than if she took a cab. Her legs are pressed against my sides, and every time we take a turn, they squeeze me into their embrace, just like her arms. But I can feel her relax after a few minutes, which is good.
Halfway through it, I give in to the temptation at a red light and reach down to graze at her delicate ankle, appreciating the smoothness of her skin. My fingertips dance around it for a moment, and I swear I can feel her shiver. I’m just starting to trail my hand up when the traffic light turns green, and we’re off again.
From then on, I use every opportunity to touch her, caressing her all the way to the hem of her skirt, which is bunched high on her thigh. This is a lot more enjoyable than when I’m with Eli. The fact that I’m half hard confirms that.
Much too soon for my tastes, we arrive at the NexaCorp building, its paved front swarming with people. They all look as serious and professional as Gen, their suits an array of grays and blacks. I turn the engine off, set the side stand, and help her slip off the seat. Once she’s safely planted on solid ground again, I get off.
“So, how was that, love? Did I scare you?”
“No, it was fine,” she approves, embarrassingly pulling her skirt down. “You were very good at distracting me away from my fears.”
“Happy to serve.”
I unclasp the helmet while she removes the gloves. When it comes off, revealing her beautiful face, I realize I might have a problem. In the few minutes it took us to get here, I missed those cornflower eyes and caramel freckles.
I slip on the helmet while she rearranges her skirt and blazer, and then she looks up at me. With a push on the button by my chin, I lift the modular front so she can see me rather than the visor.
“Thank you for the ride. And the breakfast. And the night.”
“And the wake-up sex?” I tease.
As I expected, a blush spreads on her nose and cheekbones. “Yes, that too. I’ll see you on Friday?”
“You know where to find me,” I say with a wink.
She gives me a small smile, nods, and squares her shoulders before spinning around and walking off to her building’s entrance. I lean onto the bike, ready to look at her until she disappears, but she surprises me by swiftly turning around. With short but quick steps, she hurriedly returns to me. Still confused about what’s happening, my body reacts before my brain can, and when she comes right against me, I wrap an arm around her waist and lower to grant her the kiss she demands.
It’s not exactly easy with the helmet, but she still manages to slip a bold tongue past my parted lips, her hands clutching my sweater to pull me closer. I’m good to do this all fucking day long, but she eventually shoves herself away from me with a sigh. Her cheeks are now red, her lips wet, and her eyes glimmery.
“See you on Friday,” she asserts, right before giving me one last firm and intense peck.
Just like that, she’s off again, and I watch her sway her perky little bum all the way to the massive revolving door of the building. It’s only when she disappears behind it that I regain my senses.
A chuckle pours out of me, and my head shakes, amazed at how she constantly manages to surprise me. I’ll take her to work every single day if I get paid in kisses like these.
I feel like a fucking idiot on my way back to Brooklyn, grinning like a twat. Thankfully, people can’t see it, so to them, I’m still some imposing bloke with tattoos on a monster of a bike. Not a smiling moron.
Once I arrive at The Parlour, I park the bike on the underground level and head straight to my office. I’m late as hell, and I have things to handle. I pass the door to it and jump slightly, startled by the familiar voice that comes from the couch.
“You didn’t come home last night, you little slut,” Eli says with amusement.
“Fuck off.”
“Were you with Gen again?”
“Yes.”
“How’s she doing? Did she say hi to me? Does she miss me?”
“Eli, it’s ten in the morning. How the fuck do you have so much energy already?”
“Some of us didn’t spend the night having sex.”
“Because some of us can’t,” I retort.
“Ouch,touché. Anyhow, how’s Gen? It’s the fourth time you’re seeing her now, right?”
