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covering her feet. She couldn’t get on it even if she wanted to.
    Addison contemplated why this was even an issue. She could walk away. In all the time that she’d known Mason, he had not once demonstrated to her the violent side that he’d been in and out of jail for. For the most part, he was a domineering man used to getting his way, but one she’d grown to like. She wasn’t sure why, though. She had no real reason to like him. Actually, after all that she knew about him, she had more reasons not to like him. Even in her anger, she still couldn’t quite figure out what it was about him that made her contemplate riding on the back of his motorcycle in that moment. Because even though she could walk away, she knew very well that she’d end up riding with him, leading to a completely different problem.
    “I’m only telling you one more time, then I’m leaving you here. Get on the bike.” His voice was barely audible above the sound of the pipes.
    She scoffed, studying the seat behind him. “I’d love to know how you think I’m going to ride that damn thing in a pencil skirt.”
    He pulled her to him and stuck his hand under her skirt. Addison made futile efforts to push him away, but once his hand touched her ass, he withdrew. She should’ve slapped him. This went way beyond a client-lawyer relationship. He was a criminal, for fuck’s sake. She should have knocked him out with anything lying near. He tugged her skirt up until it barely covered her ass.
    “Hold on to me and climb on.”
    She fumed, though she did what he said. Her leg wobbled on her four-inch Louboutins as she tried to straddle the damn vibrating machine. She hated motorcycles. Everything about them.
    Mason pulled her against him, her pussy pressed firmly against his back. The vibration of the bike had her gripping the edge of the seat while he lifted her legs to his lap to pull her shoes off. “Put them in the pannier.”
    After doing so, she realised that they weren’t alone in the parking lot. All his little goons were watching her, and warmth singed her cheeks.
    “Your friends are getting a peep show,” she yelled over the noise.
    Mason turned slightly, his lips close to her ear. “Lucky men.”
    Before Addison could respond, he revved the bike and they took off into the night. Addison shifted on the seat, trying to get comfortable. Every movement had her pressed against Mason, the vibrations doing wonderful things to her. She knew she was wet within seconds, and the more she shifted to ease the torture, the more she felt she’d fall off. She clutched Mason’s cut, holding on to him, wrapped around him for fear of face-planting the pavement. No wonder women loved men with motorcycles. It offered a fucking vibrator and the chance to wrap around a hard male body at the same time.
    She closed her eyes, trying to ignore her body. He led her through the city and down towards the Apollo Beach area before finally turning off the main roads. She didn’t know what she expected or if she’d survive their ‘sleepover’ but when they pulled up to a nice beach house with the gulf crashing to shore behind them, she was pleasantly surprised.
    He rolled to a stop in the drive and killed the engine. Addison’s body still vibrated even though the vibration had stopped, her pussy still pressed against his back, which only embarrassed her more. He’d told her not to tease him if she didn’t plan to follow through. Plastering her pussy against him and rubbing probably hinted at far more than she really intended. She let Mason’s cut go and scooted away the best she could.
    “Nice place,” she said, finding her voice. “Is this where you woo your women?”
    He smiled. “No wooing of women here.”
    “No, you just hike their skirts up and nearly flash all your goons in the parking lot of a shot-up attorney’s office.”
    He climbed off and held his hand out for her. She took it, trying to figure out how to get off the damn motorcycle