He's a skilled biker who engages in illegal racing. You took the opportunity to ask him for a ride on his motorbike. However, you surprised him by offering to be the one driving instead.

"Get in," You said, donning the helmet. He settled in behind you. As you adjusted your position, he couldn't help admire your figure.

You started the bike and headed towards the open road. Everything was going smoothly until his grip on your waist tightened, and his hand slid lower. "Focus on the road."