Chapter 12

• I cling to him, pressing my body tightly against his as he takes us to wherever the hell he lives. This is insane, I tell myself. I’m riding off with a guy who is very likely a member of the Russian mafia, and I’m about to willingly spread my legs for him. Who the fuck does that? I should tell him I’ve changed my mind and just go home and forget all about this day, but I don’t. Instead, I dip my fingers under his T-shirt and run my fingers over his bare, washboard abs and try my best to not orgasm right here on the back of my damn scooter.
• The vibrations are making it very difficult, though, and so is the smell of his expensive cologne and the way he’s confident enough to hop on my pink Vespa and drive me off into the sunset. Okay, so it’s only lunchtime, but whatever. It’s hot as fuck, and it has me so horny I can barely think.
• When he takes us off the main road and we’re suddenly the only ones around, I lose what little restraint I had and start to slide one hand lower. When my curious fingers hit hard cock, I let out a moan and explore the thick, long cock that’s quickly growing right beneath my hand. I’m so mesmerized by his cock that it takes me a second to realize he’s pulled off to the side of the road.