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Kilian refused to hear anything about it and affectionately twisted my nipple. I couldn’t believe it when my cock came back to life.

“Fuck!” I groaned, tearing myself away from Kilian and standing up. “Not fair! You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

“Me?” he laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, I was always a Top before, but since Red …”

“Since I showed you the back door?”

His suggestive grin was irresistible, so I cupped his face in my hands and silenced him with another kiss. “We’ll table this discussion for later. Get dressed. I brought you some fresh clothes.”

“Ha! My babe even gets hard just talking about it!”

I threw the clothes into his lap and went to brush my teeth.

Kilian wasn’t moving particularly fast, and it took almost twenty minutes before we left the room. We grabbed some food from the breakfast buffet to take with us, checked out, and left the hotel.

“Where did you park?”

With a croissant in his mouth, Kilian pulled out his phone. “No idea, but I’ve got an AirTag on it.”

“Do you lose it often?”

He gestured down the street and started walking. “Once, I ended up at the Paléo Festival in Nyon with a group of strangers. Turns out, we met in Basel, and they just took me along to the festival.”

“You left the bike in Basel?”

“Nope. It was in Interlaken. Took three weeks for the police to call me. Ever since then, I’ve kept an AirTag in the case.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, realizing this was likely just one of many wild stories I’d hear from him. Instead, I was glad he had a family who clearly loved and cared for him so far.

“Now that’s a badass machine,” I said when we reached the enormous parking lot and spotted his black Ninja.

I walked around the bike, admiring it from every angle. When I came back to Kilian, I couldn’t miss the satisfied smile on his face, though he appeared a bit strained as he opened the case and retrieved another helmet.

“I hope it fits you. Want to take a test ride?”

“Probably a good idea,” I laughed, climbing onto the bike.

“Why don’t you ride anymore?” he asked as I put the helmet on.

“My bike was old and second-hand. I ran it into the ground. After that, I had other things on my mind.”

Kilian gave me a quick rundown of the bike’s controls, and I took a test lap around the parking lot. Before we left, I sent Yaël a message. She had already shared the address where I was supposed to take Kilian.

Feeling him pressed against my back, his arms enclosed around me, was almost more rewarding than riding this incredible bike. It felt like the payoff for everything I’d been struggling with in the past weeks, and I savored every second.

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Kilian

The ride unfortunately didn’t end as Dominic probably had hoped. Just before we reached my parents’ house, ideas started racing through my mind.

“Let’s go to St. Gallen,” I said to Dominic, who could hear me over the radio.

He turned to me with a quizzical glance. I wasn’t sure if he noticed my grin, but he ignored me.