THIS FANFIC IS A VIDEO GAME ADAPTION FROM THE STORY PRIVATE PRACTICE BY SAMANTHA BECK ON AN APP CALLED CHAPTERS. IT'S ALSO AN ACTUAL BOOK SO GO CHECK HER OUT.
The man of Marinette's dream just became single for the first time in forever. Problem i...
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He doesn't seriously expect me to ride that to the restaurant, does he?
"What's the matter, Doc? Scared to ride with me?" Adrien asked, smirking devilishly.
"No, it's not you. I just don't like bikes." I answered. To be honest, I was terrified of the death trap, but I wasn't gonna tell him that.
"I did an ER rotation during my residency. I saw a lot of rides that didn't turn out as planned."
"It's about time you learned how a ride should go then. Ours will be short and easy. You'll love it. Trust me." With that, he straddled the bike and offered me a helmet.
I didn't take it.
"Come on, Doc. You're the one who wants to be more adventurous in between the sheets." He teased, causing me to blush.
"Step one: Be more adventurous out the sheets." He winked. Damn him! Only he could make a wink look that sexy. It's no surprise considering his model like body and those mouth watering muscles.
"If you can't handle an evening ride down a country road on a warm June night....." He shrugged. " You might as well call Magnolia Grove and see if they've got a villa for you babe." He mocked.
"Magnolia Grove?"
"It's a retirement community about halfway between here and Lexington. Very safe and peaceful, although I hear they've got extreme bingo, if you can handle it."
I crossed my arms at his taunt, trying not to let it get to me. He's right though. I need to learn to be more adventurous. And I have to admit the chance to straddle Adrien a little early is definitely appealing.
Much more appealing than driving myself anyway. Without further thinking, I shoved the helmet over my head and stared him down.
"How do I get on this blasted thing?" I asked.
It took me three tries, every one of which I'm sure Adrien got a peek at my lacey thong. A shiver ran through me. My thighs and his hips and breasts pressed against his very hard and very muscular back. I could feel them hardening at the contact.
"You're going to want to hold on babe."
I was a bit hesistant, so he took my my hands and wrapped my arms around his torso.
Abs.
Hard.
Perky.
Defined.
And did I mention Abs?
I lock my fingers into a tight knuckle grip as he sped off down the driveway. After a mile or so, I loosened my grip slightly and relaxed against him. Some natural instincts kick in and I find myself flowing with the movement of the bike and Adrien. The warm summer evening wind hits my face. I deeply inhale the refreshing smell of nature. Everytime Adrien leaned into a turn, I leaned into him.
