Chapter Five
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Genevieve
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What in the fudge? If my kids are not allowed to use any swear words in class, then the same applies to me. So fudge it is. And when it’s a real doozy, it’s a double fudge sundae with nuts on top. It works.
But this is a double fudge sundae with too many nuts to count. No, no. Wrong thought. Do not think about their nuts, the ones still outlined by their towels despite the fabric being rich, thick, and fluffy.
“Just wait,” I say, holding out my hand. But Jude doesn’t obey my command. He steps closer. My hand collides with his chest. Dear god. Apart from the hardness of his pectoral, the strong beat of his heart makes my hand vibrate and my nerves scatter shyly. Umm, what?
There’s no escape. I’ve hit a wall behind me, and there’s a giant of a man, obscenely attractive, in front of me, cordoning off any escape.
“What do you think you’re—” He runs his finger over my lips. Is he silencing me? I think not. I open my mouth to speak, but his finger travels to my breast, then my nipple. All words are lost to me when my nipple decides to pop out to greet him. Oh.
Full-body trembles wreck my entire nervous system. Thinking feels like wading through clouds.
“Oh, no. No,” I squeak, sounding rusty to my own ears. “We do not touch there. Now, Mr. Langston, my name is Genevieve Quinn, I’m a first-grade teacher, and this behavior is...so...so....”
I don’t get to finish what I want to say. Every thought flies out of my head when Jude flicks at the pearl button on my blouse and it opens. What? How? How much practice does this man have unbuttoning buttons? Well, I won’t be added to his button list.
I open my mouth to speak. He’s already undone enough pearl studs to make me indecent.
Mouth still gaping open as a cool breeze dusts the tops of my breasts, Jude, with all the arrogance of a man who knows women will fall over backward for him, eases my blouse apart further, then proceeds to lower his head.
The scent of his male shampoo teases my nerves. I don’t know what he’s going to do until he takes my bra-covered nipple into his mouth.
The sound that escapes my mouth resembles a fire engine with no gas, so ungraceful. A myriad of sensations overloads every cell in my body.
The thin fabric of my bra seems to hungrily absorb the wetness from his mouth. Dear god in heaven. What is this?
He soaks the lace before sucking on me, strong, deep pulls that make my legs weak. What kind of bewitchment is this?
A river of wetness now seeps into my panties. I twist my hands around so they’re flat against the wall behind me, trying to find purchase so I don’t slide to the floor in a quivering heap of flesh.
I’m breathing so hard, I can’t hear myself think.
And then Jude lifts his head and locks his silver-hot gaze with my plain brown ones.
“Is it okay if we kiss now, Ms. Quinn?” he asks, his tone so husky that the little resolve I have left disintegrates.
But no, they shouldn’t. Why would they want to kiss me, of all people? It’s entirely inappropriate. I don’t know who they are. I—
I voice none of those thoughts, and when my eyes lower to his mouth, he takes it as silent permission and captures my lips.
The contact isn’t soft. It’s bold and challenging, lighting my boundaries on fire and leaving me in the middle to burn.
His hand slides to my nape, bringing me even closer, forcing my hands to reach out to his chest, where my fingers curl into fists as he plays with my lips, teasing my tongue, coaxing me to slip the tip into his mouth before he captures me fully.
“Fuck,” Jude says, releasing my mouth before he pulls me forward and slips in behind me. My head still spinning, my heart sparring with common sense, Levi takes his place on my mouth.
A rush of fresh adrenaline surges through me as my lips clash with his, all while Jude replaces the wall behind me, and my body rests against him now.
Levi draws me closer, crushing my body to his naked torso, all so he can plunge the depths of my mouth.
He doesn’t kiss me with urgency or playfulness.
No, Levi takes possession of my mouth like an explorer while his fingers stroke my cheek.
Heat rages inside me. I so desperately want to close my legs, but his thigh is nestled between them.
I’m fully aware that the towel he’s wearing is probably moments away from sliding off his body completely.
I didn’t mean to gasp at the thought of seeing them naked, but Levi takes that opportunity and growls against me.
My feet no longer touch the floor. Levi moves to the side of me, his lips on the side of my throat now, sucking on my flesh while Alexander dares me to keep my eyes on him before he lowers his head.
At first, he kisses me softly, then he releases me and stares into my eyes again, his gaze so darkened that thrills run through me.
A grunt escapes his lips before he crushes his mouth to mine, cupping my face before his hands slip onto my nape.
His kiss is hard, unapologetic, almost punishing, but I eat it up and go for more.
I breathe through him as his thumb strokes my wet nipple to a maddening beat.
My clit is going to burst against the dam of wetness now soaking my panties. Am I going to come from this?
I’m twenty-three years old. And this is the first time I’ve ever been kissed.