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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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THAT DAMN SKIRT
JUDGE
SLOWING DOWN WHEN all I wanted to do was pin it, I took a left onto a winding road.
Ophelia’s arms around my waist tightened, but like she’d been born on the back of a bike—or made for the back of mine—her body moved naturally with the motions.
It was a little thing, but it made me hard.
Everything about her did.
Keeping an eye around us, I continued until we were away from the rest of the world. I pulled over, cut the engine, and kicked down the side stand.
“Where are we?” Ophelia asked in my ear, her breathy voice filled with exhilaration from the ride.
Her next ride would be even better.
I pulled off my helmet and shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Is something wrong?” She pulled hers off, too, and I saw the concern on her face. “Did they mess something up at the garage?”
I chuckled. “If Jake heard you accuse him of that, he might tell Piper not to give you cupcakes.”
Her expression morphed to horrified. “Do not tell him.”
“Don’t worry, if he tried it, Piper would probably send you extra to remind him she does what she wants.” I reached back and gave her my hand.
She took it, swinging a leg over as she said, “Let’s not risk it.”
Feet to the ground, I lifted my weight from the bike, checking it was stable before sitting again. I tossed my helmet to the grass before taking hers and doing the same. With our hands free—for then, ‘cause I had a lot of damn plans for mine—I palmed the back of her head and tugged her to me.
“What’re we doing?” she asked, though she didn’t fight the pull.
“Told ya, I’m fuckin’ you in this damn skirt.”
“Here? I thought you meant at home.”
Home.
Not my home.
Just home.
My cock jerked.
“Can’t wait that long,” I growled, moving my hand to push my jacket down her arms.
“I’m gonna want that back,” she muttered distractedly, shaking it off to fall to the ground.
I lifted the damn skirt, but before I could do anything more, my naughty fuckin’ princess hooked her fingers into her panties and shoved them down, kicking them to the side.
“You want it, it’s yours.” Gripping her waist, I lifted her to straddle me and the bike. “My jacket. My dick.” I cupped the back of her head. “My head, my thoughts, my fuckin’ sanity.”
I didn’t kiss her, I devoured her. My tongue pushed in, battling with hers, desperate to take all she gave and more.
