Page 29 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

“And it was so…teenage boy.”

He chucked. “Probably a good thing since that’s what I was at the time. What are you getting at?”

“Well, I was just thinking, with all those posters of sexy women on the wall, I’ll bet you probably had some strong teenage fantasies in that room.”

“That would be a good bet. So..?”

“So I think we should start packing by splitting up.”

“Doesn’t sound like much fun.”

“Well, now, just hear me out. Maybe you could start packing up your mom’s room while I pack up you room. And if you make enough progress, you can come visit me. And maybe there will even be rewards in it for you.”

“Ooo, positive reinforcement,” he crooned. “I like it. So what kind of reward can I expect? I mean, if I know ahead of time what incentive to look forward to, I’ll do a better job.”

“Hmm, let’s see. Maybe a kiss?” She tapped her pursed lips and smiled.

“My mom has a lot of stuff in her bedroom. As much as I enjoy your kisses, that’s a lot for one kiss.”

“Wow, and here I thought one kiss would do for the entire house,” she laughed. “Hmm. Well, okay then, how about for each box you fill, I take off one piece of clothing. Does that work?”

His smile widened. He took her hand and gently guided her to his old bedroom. “Now, that’s a deal…but as a bonus, when they’re all off, I get that kiss. Sound fair?”

“More than fair,” she said.

“Great. Prepare to reward me,” he said before turning to stride into his mother’s bedroom. Grabbing a box, he quickly but carefully began packing up his mother’s things.

Ten minutes later, done with the first box, he strode into his room, where Jill was carefully putting his various trophies and frames in a box. She whipped around at the sound of his voice. “Wow. Really? That was fast?”

“Like I said, I’m motivated.”

“Well, you know what they say…” She stood. “Patience,” she said, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, “is a virtue.”

“Virtues are for schmucks. I want my reward.”

“My, my, you are rough around the edges, aren’t you?” She gave him a playful look. “Maybe I should button this back up and start with my shoes instead.”

“No! I was kidding.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead…but slower this time.”

She rolled her eyes and undid the next button, then the next, until he could see the lace trimmings of her red bra against her pale skin.

Cole whistled. “Yeah baby, that’s it. Take it off.”

She blushed but didn’t stop moving. She turned around and wiggled her ass, then turned back and swayed for him. When she got to the last button and let the blouse slip halfway down her arms, he took in the sight of her bare shoulders and plump, rounded breasts and felt himself get instantly hard. He didn’t know how he’d stand several more boxes worth before he got to touch her again. When she finally removed the whole blouse, she twirled it around on her finger and tossed it at him. He caught it, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply. “Can I have my bonus early?”

Standing there in a red lace bra and jeans, with her hair slightly askew, thanks to the dancing and undressing, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Yet even while practicing the art of seduction, and doing a damned good job of it, there was something sweet and innocent about her. It turned him on more than anything—the contrast and contradictions that made her a puzzle he’d probably never solve.

She wrinkled her nose. “Let me think…um…no. You may have your bonus when you’ve earned it,” she said in her teacher voice.

He had to admit, the voice turned him on. What would she do next? Make him sit in time out? Cole groaned. “Why is it you sound like a school teacher but look like a femme fatale?”

She grinned and then went back to packing, but only after shooting him a challenging look.

With a grin and a shake of his head, Cole went back to his mother’s bedroom. In no time, he’d packed another two boxes and was back in his room. By the time he sat on the bed this time, she was already out of her jeans and standing in her bra and panties, a pretty flush warming her skin. “I guess I should have layered today,” she said.

“I disagree,” he said, reaching out to caress her sides. “Now you owe me one more article of clothing. The question is…top or bottom?”

She reached back and unhooked the bra, sending a shiver down his back, but she held fast to it, letting only the straps fall to her sides. He thought it was both amazing and arousing that less than an hour after he’d stroked and licked and sucked her breasts, she could still be shy about baring herself to him. “You’re gorgeous, Jill. Show me your pretty breasts and toss me your bra.”

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