Page 11 of My Downfall

“I’ve had worse,” I rasp.

“Anyone would think you were flirting with me. But that couldn’t possibly be the case, could it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“That’s what I thought.” She takes the helmet from my hands and fits it onto her head. She looks hot as fuck and the thought of her body pressed against mine has my cock as hard as stone.

I am crossing so many lines right now.

“Sit behind me and wrap your arms around my waist.” She does as I say, probably the first time she’s not questioned something I’ve asked her to do. “Good girl, sweet pea.” The words slip out before I can stop them.

“Believe me, I am anything but a good girl.” Her words are whispered into my ear as she wraps herself around me and my body tenses with need.

“Trust me, I’m aware.” I release the kick stand and rev the engine. “Hold on.” Her hands dig into my sides as I pull back onto the road.

She squeals as the power of the engine rumbles between our thighs, the vibrations turning me on like they never have before, though it might also have something to do with the tight, hot body wrapped around me.

I drive for about an hour with neither of us saying anything. We don’t need to communicate, our bodies are saying everything they need to. The two of us just enjoy the forbidden ride.

We pass a fast-food truck and I decide to stop a few miles down the road at one of my favorite spots to get breakfast.

If this is our one and only time alone together, then I want to make it last as long as possible. I want her to myself for as long as I can get away with. Before life and responsibilities rear their ugly heads. Before I have to give her back and pretend she doesn’t get my heart racing and my dick hard.

Mia

I shouldn’t be here. I should have carried on running and not given into temptation and got on the back of his bike. Feeling his body beneath my hands, the sheer size of him, the hardness of his muscles, is absolute torture.

I want this man so badly.

I’ve come with his name on my lips more times than I can count this week. I even had to buy new batteries for my vibrator, it was getting such a workout. And now his body is pressed to mine and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Right?

We can’t do anything. We’d be risking everything if we were found out.

But what if we weren’t? What if we scratched this itch, got each other out of our systems and moved on? What if nobody found out?

“What are we doing?” I ask when Hudson pulls into a small gravel parking lot.

“Getting something to eat.” He climbs off the bike, his muscular legs encased in dark jeans, his leather jacket stretched over the broad expanse of his back. “Come on.” He holds his hand out to me and I gladly take it. His warm, hard palm closing over my much smaller one. He doesn’t let go of me as he leads us toward what can only be described as a shack.

“Should I worry?”

“Definitely not. You’re about to have the best breakfast burrito of your life.”

“I’m glad I went for a run this morning, I’m going to need the extra calories burned.”

“You definitely don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why Dean Davenport, do you find me attractive?” I tease him.

“You know I do.” His response throws me. I didn’t expect him to just admit it like that. “Morning Marco, how’ve you been?” He greets the guy who’s currently cooking up a concoction of foods that, I have to admit, smell amazing.

“Hudson, how you doing, my man? Good to see you.”

“Good, thanks. I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine. Marco, meet Mia. Mia, this is Marco, the best chef in L.A.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Marco.” I wave with my free hand; Hudson still has my other in a firm grip.