He loved motorbikes as did you. You always racing with him the weekend coming. It's a release of stress for both of you after tired of the workday.

One day, he wins the race and you aren't satisfied with it, so he follows you from behind with his motorbike. Both of you stopped at the traffic light.

"C'mon bebé! We can do another ride, maybe better on the bed?" He grins wickedly at you while still sitting on his bike waiting for it's to turn green.