A gasp escapes my lips, and my nerves stand on end. Still, Eric wastes no type in lifting my shirt, forcing my arms to either rise or be ripped out of their sockets.
My body complies, and in a second, I'm shirtless. That's when my brain tries to kick in, screaming as not only my sports bra becomes visible, but my belly rolls and flabby arms as well. Those very limbs begin to collect back around my torso, trying to cover what has already been put on display.
However, they're stopped by another pair, these ones much, much stronger. "Not so fast there," Eric's voice whispers in my ear, and I realize his face's proximity to my neck has closed once more from behind. Holding my arms high above my head, Eric begins where Joey ended: nuzzling and caressing the back of my neck with his cushiony l
