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Don’t Poke the Luna
Chapter 62
Xena’s POV
“No, I think you’d consider it a trivial matter. An Alpha heir can easily ride a motorcycle down the highway at midnight without a second thought, I finally replied after a moment of silence.
“Oh?” Ryder raised an eyebrow, those intense green eyes fixed on me
I ran my fingers along the cold metal of the wrench, feeling the weight of my thoughts. “Women always face more rules and restrictions… I have so many hopes and dreams, and even though I ty to be a good person, will they ever come true? I gave a bitter smile, unable to meet his gaze.
“What hopes and dreams do you have?” His voice dropped lower, the curiosity genuine.
“Ask me again on Friday.” I deliberately changed the subject, not ready to reveal those vulnerable parts of myself. “What are you planning to wear?”
“Black suit, probably with a blue tie.”
I silently approved, imagining how striking he would look in a tailored black suit, his light blonde hair a perfect contrast. “Good
choice.
The installation is complete. Now I need to adjust the new suspension.” I pulled out my notebook first, recording the initial data
“Weight?”
“176.”
“Do you want comfort or sport tuning?”
“What do you think?” Ryder chuckled softly, looking at me with that devastatingly charming smile.
Damn that charm, I cursed internally.
“Preload adjustment first,” I murmured to myself, my custom C–wrench fitting perfectly into the adjustment slot at the top of the shock absorber. I had Ryder sit on the bike to measure the ride sag-$4 millimeters, about 35% of the total travel, slightly on the
soft side.
“Two more turns tighter.” I rotated the adjuster clockwise, each click distinct and clear, like a mechanical heartbeat./Ryder?”
“Hmm…?”
“Why were you sulking this morning?” I gathered my courage to ask, my hand pausing momentarily on the tool.
“I spent the night with you, then saw your legs wrapped around another man’s head. How do you think I felt?” His voice carried unmistakable jealousy.
My heart raced, but I pretended indifference. “So you don’t regret last night?”
Ryder looked at me, his gaze unwavering. “Stop questioning that. I will never regret the time we spent together.” Irritation flashed in his eyes that I would even ask such a question.
Okay, I responded quietly, returning to my work.
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Without warning, Ryder placed his hand on my thigh, his thumb gently rubbing the inside, I felt a current run through my entire body but fought to maintain ry composure.
“I didn’t realize you were so sensitive,” he said softly.
“I’m not sensitive,” I replied, slightly annoyed.
“You are, You’re just good at hiding it.”
“If I hide it so well, how would you know?”
“The vulnerability you showed last night, plus the details that slip through when you speak–these aren’t things you easily reveal. The truth is, you can’t even tell Ama you love her.”
He’d hit a nerve, and I could only deflect. “Yeah… well… you came in your shorts.” What a weak, childish comeback.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Ryder sighed.
“When did you leave my bed for your own?” I changed the subject.
“Around 4:50 AM. I wanted to go for a run, and I’d just gotten back when I heard the cheering outside.”
“Ah.”
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Exceptionally well. Best night’s sleep I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome,” Ryder murmured.
I teased him deliberately: “Must have been the mattress.”
A low groan escaped from deep within him. “Is that so?”
“Seems you’ll have to try harder next time.” A mischievous smile played on my lips as I met Ryder’s gaze.
His hand moved to my inner thigh, his fingers slipping inside my underwear. At the same time, his other hand adjusted my chair, pulling me closer to him for better access. All he could do was tease my sensitive spot.
“Continue your work,” Ryder pressed down gently, making me shiver involuntarily.
Following his request, I tried to focus, but it was nearly impossible. His fingers moved fast then slow, making my breathing labored. Completing the next adjustment took over two hours, twice the usual time, because whenever I approached elimax, he skillfully slowed his pace, eliciting soft whimpers from me.
“Okay, it’s all done,” I said in a trembling voice.
Just then, Ryder’s phone rang. He answered with one hand, keeping his other arm around my waist. “Hello?” I tried to wriggle free, but Ryder refused to let go. “She’s finishing the modifications on my motorcycle. We’ll be there soon.” He hung up.
I’m finished,” I repeated, my heartbeat still erratic. “Don’t you want to test it?” I managed to say.
“Let’s go,” Ryder stood up without removing his hand. Somehow, he switched hands, the other one moving into my shorts He stood up, bringing me with him, and walked us toward the mirror. When my legs weakened, he supported me against him. Ry positioned my legs while three fingers slid inside me, as I stood there, craving his touch.
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“Oh!” I couldn’t help crying oil when he found that spot, his hand squeezing my breast. I could feel him hard cock against my back.
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