Holy f*****g s**t. I could kiss him.
She takes a left, and we pull down a long dirt driveway in front of our oasis, looking over Los Angeles. We found this place when we were out riding one day. It was just a little cabin sitting in the middle of nowhere, and Alessa and I paid triple for what it was worth to get the owners out. It has a wide porch surrounding it to see the view. It’s perfect. We have people taking care of it daily, so it’s always clean and fully stocked.
She shuts off her bike and pulls her helmet off. I steady the motorcycle so Leo can slide off, his hand sliding across my waist slowly. Am I imagining s**t now?
She hops off her bike and turns toward me with the same look she had in her office. Lust. I pull my helmet off and don’t hide what I’m thinking, not that I coul
