“Straddle the bike,” he instructs. I hesitate slightly, not expecting him to ask that of me. “I—” “Straddle. It.” With arousal, denial, and adrenaline coursing through my veins, I’m moving like I’ve been hypnotized. I walk to the bike and straddle it. “Face me,” he orders. I follow the sound of his voice and spin so I’m still straddling the bike, my back facing the handles.
