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Chapter Eleven

GEORGIA

N eil pops two more buttons on my uniform top, revealing my sports bra.

Damn, why didn’t I think to wear a cuter bra today?

It’s not a cute sports bra either. It's plain white with a zipper in the front. It’s the only kind I’ll wear if I’m not wearing a real bra.

My girls need to be contained. What if I have to climb a tree to save a cat?

“Holy hell,” Neil mutters, licking his bottom lip. My mind flashes to him licking me as his eyes take in my chest.

“What?” I start to lift my arms to cover my basic bra, suddenly insecure. I didn’t think I would be getting naked in front of anyone today, or maybe ever.

“Oh no, you’re not hiding them now.” Neil pushes my arms back down to my sides. “I’ll cuff you if I have to.”

I suck in a breath. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You want to test me?”

I bite my bottom lip, thinking it over. I’ve read about it in a few dirty books, but I didn’t think it would be hot. At the time, the idea freaked me out, but I don’t have that fear when Neil mentions doing it to me. In fact, my body is having the opposite response.

“You think my bra is ugly.”

“What?” He chuckles and then shakes his head, like I’ve lost my mind. “I never said that.”

“You said 'holy hell' when you saw it.” I try to shift away, but he doesn’t let me go anywhere. His hold is so firm, and I doubt he would need cuffs. He’s doing a fine job of keeping me where he wants me. Again, it should freak me out, but it doesn’t. In fact, I wiggle, needing friction.

“I said that because your tits were already driving me insane, and now I know you’re wearing a sports bra. That means you’re hiding a lot more, and I want to see.” Neil tugs on the zipper of my bra, slowly bringing it down. When my breasts spill free, he moans in pleasure. “Like I said, holy hell.”

Any doubt I had about my boobs or bra is washed away. The expression on Neil’s face is heated and hungry.

“You're supposed to kiss me before you get me naked,” I point out. I was sure he was going to kiss me earlier, but when he didn’t, I realized how badly I wanted him to.

“Have you ever been kissed?” His eyes soften as he searches my face.

My cheeks burn, and I know I should blush over being partially naked, but my lack of experience is what actually bothers me.

At least, at this moment. I can wing a lot of things and pretend to know what I’m doing.

Or make a joke out of it and stall for time.

It’s different being in his arms. I feel vulnerable in a way I’ve never been before.

“No,” I admit.

The single word is barely out before Neil's lips are on mine. Every part of me melts into him as need rushes through me. It’s all new sensations, and each one is exciting.

Neil sinks his fingers into my hair, tugging my head to tilt back. “Open for me, babe.” I part my lips, and when his tongue slips into my mouth, I stroke mine against his. “That's it,” he says, encouraging me before taking control again.

The kiss quickly grows from timid and testing to wild and passionate.

Then I feel Neil’s hand cup one of my breasts before his callused thumb gently caresses my nipple.

The rough texture only adds to the sensation, and I moan into his mouth.

Without thinking, I lean closer to his touch as my desire takes charge.

When he gives my nipple a small tug, I gasp, breaking the kiss. The sensation shoots straight between my thighs and directly to my clit. It’s like they are connected and he’s unlocked the cheat code.

“You’re so damn responsive.”

“Yeah, my whole life,” I admit, earning a sexy smirk from him. His hair is messy from my fingers, making him more attractive than he already was.

“I meant your body, but yes, all of you.” Neil takes my mouth again while shifting us at the same time.

The next thing I know, my back is hitting the couch and he’s undoing the rest of the buttons on my shirt. “Let's see how you respond to my mouth.” My top and bra are gone in the next breath, and then his mouth is there, covering my nipple.

“Neil,” I moan when he latches on. My back bows off the couch while his fingers pinch the other nipple.

He alternates between swiping back and forth with his tongue then sucking, and each pull sends heat to my clit. What the hell is happening? His mouth moves to my other nipple to give it the same attention, and I think I’m going to die from the pleasure.

“You'll come this way for me, won't you?” Neil asks, his tongue circling my nipple.

Right now, I think I would do anything he asked.

“Please,” I beg. I'm so close. I didn't think it was possible to orgasm from only having my nipples played with, but my body didn’t experience a lot of things until Neil came along.

“I’ve got you, babe.”

He pushes my breasts together, his mouth going back to its sweet torture.

He moves easily from one nipple to the other, and my breaths grow short and sharp.

I’m right at the edge, and my hips are rocking up and down.

When his teeth rake across one nipple and he gives the other a firm tug, I come undone.

I cry out his name as the orgasm hits and floods through my body.

I grip his shoulders as the pleasure cascades over me, and it feels like I’m going to pass out.

When it’s finally over, I collapse onto the couch in a puddle of pleasure.

I’m out of breath, but I don’t know why since I didn’t do any work.

“That was—” I start to say but then stop talking when I'm lifted off the couch. “What are you doing?” I’m still dazed, because how the hell did I orgasm from him only playing with my nipples?

“The bed.” His voice is gruffer, like it’s filled with need as he heads straight down the small hallway and into my bedroom. He tosses me on the bed and immediately pulls at his shirt. “Naked,” he orders, tossing his shirt to the floor. “Make it quick.”

I know I only came seconds ago, but it felt so damn good I want another one. Since it appears he’s down for more too, I wiggle out of my pants. I ignore the plushies that fall off at the same time. I'll kick them under the bed later.

Even though I’ve got my pants down my hips, I must not be moving fast enough. Neil's impatient hands join mine, yanking them down my legs and then tossing them over his shoulder. If this wasn't so dang hot, I would laugh.

Clearly, Neil has won the seduction game. Although I don’t think I really ever stood a chance against him.