One Temptation

Tease Me First (Chapter 75)

IM SO SORRY EVERYONE.

FORGIVE ME PLEASE.

I know I haven't updated in so long, but I've been so damn busy lately, I just haven't found the time to write. Exam weak started and then I had a bunch of family come over.

I'm back to my writing schedule so updates shouldn't take too long, especially since this part of the story is a major part of the plot.

AHEAD IS A LONGGGG CHAPTER. ALOT OF TENSION IN THIS CHAPTER THAT HAD ME GIGGLING.

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⚠️STEAMY-ISH CONTENT AHEAD⚠️

Madison's POV

The music was fucking loud.

Bass thrumming through the ground. Festival lights cast glows in every color, stretched between trees.

It felt like we were standing in the middle of a neon fever dream, bodies pressed close, moving to the music.

It was hot. Not just the heat radiating off everyone, but the kind that settled in your bones after a couple of drinks.

My skin was slick with a thin layer of sweat, dress clinging to me in. Low across my back, the neckline dipping dangerously every time I moved, straps that kept slipping off my shoulders.

I'd had maybe too much to drink. Not blackout, just enough to feel it buzz behind my eyes.

After the incident behind the oak tree, West had taken me back to Lia and Em before he disappeared. We spent the rest of the day just hanging around, moving around to greet people we knew, and exploring the camp.

When it was getting a little late and the sun started setting is when people got even more wild.

It happened in the middle of the field, where people were starting to play party games, or just taking turns drinking out of a bottle. Then came the music, which was playing from five different speakers at once.

I had eventually found West again, and even since then we started dancing and taking shots with everyone else.

And now he was behind me. Slightly drunk. His hand had found my waist, fingers pressing firm through the thin fabric of my dress as he guided me to the beat like we'd done this a thousand times before.

"I thought you didn't dance," I muttered, head tilted back enough that my lips brushed his jaw.

He laughed, then his voice came low, "I don't. Not unless it's with you."

We moved together, my hips grinding back into him with each sway of the bass. I could feel the hardness in his black shorts—hot, thick, impossible to ignore. Every time I rolled against it, I swear he cursed under his breath. His fingers dug into my hips tighter like he was trying to keep himself together.

"Madison." His voice was a warning. Or maybe a plea.

"What?" I threw a glance over my shoulder, my body still moving.

"Keep grinding on me like that and I'm gonna embarrass us both."

"Oh?" I pressed back harder, "Is that a threat or a promise?"

He groaned in my ear, head dropped to my shoulder, lips brushing my skin.

Around us, people were lost in their own chaos—shouting, dancing, laughing, making out against trees and picnic benches. Everyone was just gone.

His hands slid around my waist, dragging me flush against his chest, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress like he was seconds from yanking it up.

"Look at you," he muttered. His hand slid down the small of my back, "So fucking pretty, baby."