What if I tell him about the story after we’ve cemented a strong relationship with each other outside of his mentoring?

If he wanted to have a real relationship with her, then by the time she told him about the story she had written, he’d just laugh and kiss her, telling her she was silly for even worrying about it in the first place.

She wasn’t going to keep it a secret from him forever. Just until she entered the contest and got some feedback on her writing. Just until she and Charlie communicated with each other about their feelings.

Feeling slightly better about what she was doing, she opened up her document and typed the words she had been writing in her head all afternoon.

“You ever been on a motorcycle?”

Jolene looked up from the piano keys at Zane who was standing by the front door of the bar. “Are you kidding? I’ve never even been in a convertible,” she replied.

“We’re gonna open a little late today,” he said, gesturing for her to come to him. “Let’s go.”

Zane held the door open for Jolene and tapped his booted foot impatiently while she serenely closed the lid on the grand piano, stood up and walked towards him.

He led her around the back to his Harley and handed her a helmet. She swallowed nervously and didn’t put the helmet on.

“I’m not so sure about this,” she said, but he was already on and had revved up the engine.

“You’ll be just fine,” he said, “just keep your arms wrapped tightly around me.”

Jolene felt like she had no choice but to do as he asked. It was always that way with Zane, she mused. Him telling and her doing.

“One day the tables are going to turn, Zane,” she said, but he couldn’t hear her over the rumbling of his engine.

She slipped onto the seat behind him and wiggled her hips tightly up against his muscled rear end and thighs. She ran her hands up and down his chiseled abs through his t-shirt and reveled in his extraordinary masculinity.

And then they were off, flying down the streets of San Francisco. The wind whipped at her hair and with her body wrapped around Zane’s, she felt perfectly in tune with the world around her. Every person who walked by them seemed to be smiling. The sky was bluer. The sun was hotter.

Of course, her pu**y was completely soaked. It was such a frequent occurrence, she had stopped wearing panties altogether. As it was, whenever she was with Zane he was always ripping them off of her in his haste to thrust his huge shaft into her or to press his lips to the sensitive nub between her legs.

She had only worked for him for a month, but already she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Zane was a drug she never wanted to get off of, no matter how wrong anyone thought he might be for her.

She had gone home once to visit her parents, and she couldn’t believe how hard it was for her to pull her hair back into a ponytail and sit quietly at dinner. All night while she was with her parents she wondered what Zane was doing, wondered what he would have done to her at the end of the evening after he locked the door to his bar.

After catching her in a daydream more than once, her mother pulled her aside in the kitchen to ask if anything was the matter. Jolene knew she had to get back to the city right away, back to the man whose caresses had become as important to her as breathing.

Eventually, the road dead-ended into Golden Gate Park. Zane slowed down the bike and drove into a thickly forested, deserted area. Jolene shivered with anticipation, hoping Zane was going to start touching, licking, and biting her soon.

I am a slut, she thought. Wholly and completely a slut. But by now, after so many nights of falling to pieces in Zane’s arms, she was too far gone to care about something that would have bothered her deeply in her past life.

He pulled off his helmet and his shoulder-length dark brown hair whipped gently against her face in the wind. She took off her helmet and shook out her long blond hair, trying to finger-comb the knots out to no avail. Still balanced on the bike seat she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the gentle breeze wash over her.

Zane stood up and got off of his bike, turning around to face her as he straddled the seat once again.

“Oh!” she exclaimed nervously when she opened up her eyes. His face was directly in front of hers, his eyes hot with need.

He bent his head down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Reaching under her skirt, he ran his hands slowly up her calves, past her knees, up to her thighs.

When he finally reached her hips, he stopped kissing her and gave her a searing look. “You’re not wearing panties,” he said.

She gave him a half-smile, saying, “I was wondering when you’d notice.”

He growled and kissed her again, hungrily, slipping his large callused hands beneath her ass, lifting her up off the seat and onto him. She felt the thick bulge in his pants and reached for the button of his jeans.

He chuckled softly. “We’re in public, you know,” he said.

Unable, unwilling to stop herself, Jolene worked at his fly. “Isn’t that the point, Zane?”

By then she had his pants undone and as his shaft sprang free into her hands, she was pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans.

As she stroked the satiny skin of his huge cock, he groaned, saying, “What did you do with my little nun?”

Jolene wriggled onto Zane’s lap and gasped as his hot flesh probed her pu**y lips, stretching her open to fit all of him inside. After he was sheathed to the hilt within her, she looked him in the eye.

“I love you, Zane,” she said, and then instinctively rode up and down on his cock, faster and faster as her orgasm swelled up to overwhelm her.

Zane kept the bike steady while she took him in and then slid him out until just the tip was still within her. He pulled her down on him again, so deeply she could feel his balls press against her ass cheeks. At the feel of him swelling impossibly bigger within her, she went over the edge, crying out his name as her inner muscles clenched and milked him hard.

He buried his head in her long hair and roared, “Jolene!” as he shot inside of her, crashing his hips into hers as hard and deep as he could.

They held tight to each other until their heartbeats returned to normal, and then he slid her off of him and zipped up his jeans. Without a word, he handed Jolene her helmet, put his back on, and started the engine.

Jolene blinked back tears. When they were joined together she realized she could no longer deny how much she loved Zane and was unable to hold back the words.