Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
I jump, nearly screaming, my eyes flying open. I look up to see Castle standing directly above me, a confused look on his face.
"Geez Castle." I snatch my hand away from my pants, placing it on my heart. "I thought you were Dad. He'd die if he saw me then all the money will disappear!"
Even if we don't have any money I still love my dad soooo much. He's the best person in the whole world! He's annoying too but he's really nice.
I look down to see Castle's changed into my Dad's sweatpants. I didn't expect him to clean himself up that fast.
I sit up straight, and nearly wince when I feel the wetness slick between my thighs. I momentarily forgot about that. Out of instinct, I grab a tissue from the coffee table and wipe my finger clean.
Castle's still standing, staring at me.
"Are you alright?" I ask him.
He tilts his head. "What were you doing?"
"Trying to find relief that you interrupted by scaring the shit out of me," I grumble.
I grab the Moonshine bottle, taking a sip from it to calm my nerves. Distantly, my mind's screaming a warning at me, but I can't comprehend it over the fact that Castle walked in on me fingering myself. God. I wonder what he's thinking right now.
I go to take another sip but the bottle is being taken away from me. I look up to see Castle sniffing the bottle.
"Moonshine?" He asks.
Before I can reply, he places his mouth on the bottle and tips his head back, taking a long gulp. My eyes can't help but stare at the way his Adam Apple bobs as he swallows. He pulls his mouth away from the bottle, sucking in a breath.
He looks at me and smiles. "This really does feel fantastic." He takes another gulp, this time a trail of alcohol dribbles down the corner of his mouth, sliding to his jaw, down his neck, and disappearing into his hoodie. My tongue dries up, imagining myself licking the same trail to clean the alcohol off.
"You had your hand in your pants."
My head snaps up to meet Castle's eyes. I was so focused on that drop of alcohol, I forgot I was staring.
"What?"
"Your hand." He goes ahead and points at the place where my finger almost entered. "Was in there."
"And?" I ask.
"What were you doing?"
"I was fingering myself, Castle."
"Fingering?"
"Yes. I needed a release. You got yours, I need mine now."
