Adrenaline

Bully and Until You Bonus Scenes

It was a challenge, and it was fun.

I put my fists down on the table and leaned in. "I like you, Tatum. I like your body. If you take it away, then you'll have to find some other way to entertain me." I couldn't hide the smile from my face, and I hoped she'd remember the last time we had a similar conversation.

She squinted her eyes at me like she was playing at being mad, but then she spoke up sarcastically, "And what disgusting task, pray tell, would you like me to do?"

Without the patience to toy around anymore, I walked over the iPod she left on the lab table and scrolled through her songs, touching on Seether's Remedy. Turning up the volume, we could hear it just fine through the ear buds. Avoiding the lab stools, I grabbed the teacher's chair with armrests and a back and sat down in the middle of the room.

She let out a bitter laugh. "I didn't give you a lap dance then, Jared. What makes you think I'm going to give you one now?" She pushed her hair behind her ears and placed her hands on her hips.

"Because I'll leave," I shot back. "The door's locked. We're alone."

She raised her eyebrows. "You have a key to the school?"

"No," I corrected. "I used to have a key to the school until you threw it off the side of the road. I borrowed Madoc's. He got one sophomore year, so we could borrow car parts from auto shop."

"Borrow?"

"The less you know the better." I smirked. "So are you game, or are you scared?"

God, I didn't know what my problem was, but challenging Tate always made me fucking ecstatic. I didn't expect her to give me a lap dance, and I definitely didn't want to make her uncomfortable or angry. I just loved engaging her. She always rose to the occasion, and maybe I wanted to see what she'd do.

All I knew was that I didn't want to leave.

She cocked her head to the side and studied me. What she was looking for I didn't know, but the temperature in the room shot up about ten degrees.

"Okay," she said quietly. "Start the song over."

My smirk fell, and I swallowed. Oh. My. God. She was playing with me. She had to be.

But then I watched, wide-eyed, as she reached behind her back and untied her apron. Slipping it over her head, she let it fall to the floor before she slid her open button-down blouse off her arms, leaving her in only her tight jeans and a thin, dark gray tank top.

My chest ached, and I inhaled a deep breath, realizing that I needed to breathe.

"Jared," she whispered, her eyes hooded and fucking me from across the room. "The music?"

Oh, yeah. I blinked and reached over to the lab table, touching the arrow to start the song over and sat my ass back down.

As soon as the music started, she walked towards me, chin tipped down and looking like she was trying to bite back a smile. A sliver of her stomach still peeked out, and her hips swayed slowly as she stepped up to the chair. I let my head fall back as she hovered. Her eyes were a little bit unsure but a whole lot determined.

The beat of the drums kicked in, and my fucking heart crashed down into my stomach when Tate put her hands on my shoulders and started moving her hips in a circle to match the music. Her stomach looked like a wave flowing with the rhythm, and every time her hips moved in close to my body, I wanted to reach out and grab her.

Around and around, in and out, her body taunted me, going fast. The music flooded the air, and I forgot where I was. All I saw was Tate screwing me with her clothes on.