“Yes,” he said over the bike. “You are on top of me. An arm around my waist or on the tank. You can hold on to me unless we stop or shift, then use the tank to hold yourself up. Don’t squeeze the fucking life out of me or I might leave you to walk. If you have a problem, tap me and I’ll stop. Don’t make me stop because you’re scared. Keep it to yourself. If you grab anything lower than my belt, that’s your own damn problem because I haven’t had a girl on the back of my bike in months and I guarantee you will be feeling something.”
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