Page 142 of The Neighbor Wager


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Then, my lips part, and his tongue slips into my mouth.

He kisses me with the same steady tenderness, and he brings his hand to my shirt, to the top button.

He undoes it slowly, traces a line to the second, undoes that, too.

The same with the third.

The fourth.

The last.

My silk top spills open, revealing my chest, my stomach. I’m exposed and I’m freer for it and I love all of it.

He circles his tongue with mine, then pulls back, and presses his lips to my neck. He drags his mouth over me slowly, placing kisses on my collarbones, my chest.

He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks softly. Then it’s the flick of his tongue. Those slow counterclockwise motions, again and again.

He teases me as he pushes my shorts off my hips.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. I need more of it. I need all of it.

I don’t wait for his action. I rub myself over my silk panties. The fabric is the perfect amount of friction. Soft but rough. This layer I need gone that drives me out of my mind.

“Bad girl.” He grabs my wrist hard.

Need floods my body. I love the way he does that. I love it way too much.

“You’re playing dirty.”

“I always play dirty.”

He pins my arm to the bed.

Again, my entire body shudders. “Don’t stop.”

“No, Dee.” He releases me and shifts enough to pull me to the edge of the bed. “If you want to come on your hand, don’t stop on my account.” He looks up at me, this perfect mix of need and defiance in his eyes.

My body begs me to relent. To stroke myself to satisfaction. Or do away with my panties and invite his touch. Whatever it takes to find release with him.

There is something about the intensity of his stare—

The way he’s watching—

It sets me on fire.

I hold his gaze as I push my panties aside and bring my ring finger to my clit.

I’m too revved up. The light pressure almost sends me over the edge. The teasing, the control, the intensity of his stare—

It’s all too fucking sexy.

But I want this to last. So I use slow motions, to start.

Only they’re not slow enough. I’m close already.

My eyelids flutter closed.

My breath hitches.

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