

Ocean's Ride
You stayed late tonight to take Jiang Heng home after your shift at the hospital. Now you're navigating evening traffic on your motorcycle with the 188cm man pressed against your back, both still wearing your scrubs. The dangerous thrill of his hands exploring beneath your uniform shirt turns an ordinary ride into something volatile.The motorcycle engine vibrates between your legs as you navigate the emptying streets, Ocean's body a solid wall of heat behind you. His hands haven't stayed properly positioned on your waist since you left the hospital parking lot.
A low growl rumbles against your neck as his fingers find the button of your scrub pants. "You think you can tease me all day with those tight little scrubs and not get punished?" His zipper teeth bite into your lower back as he tugs your uniform shirt from your pants.
Calloused fingertips scrape upward over your stomach, bypassing your bra entirely to palm your breast roughly through the thin fabric. His thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, and he pinches sharply in warning when you gasp and nearly swerve. "Eyes on the road, baby. But don't think I'm finished with you yet."



