Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I make a show of looking her up and down, not hiding the fact that I’m appreciating every inch of her. Is she even real? Or has she been genetically created to drive me insane with need?
She’s wearing a dark red suit jacket that looks expensive. It hugs her body and shows off her breasts that are straining against the buttons. When I glance at her waist, I see her matching skirt has ridden up to reveal creamy thighs that are parted slightly. Her dress is short and against the dress code, but something inside me likes that she’s breaking the rules. What other rules would she be willing to break?
Her brown hair is pulled up in a loose bun with a pen, and a few strands have fallen around her face. She’s got on dark-rimmed glasses, and her mouth is parted as I lean closer to her. She’s every fantasy of a dirty librarian I’ve ever had, yet she looks so fucking innocent I bet she’s still got her cherry tight between her pussy lips.
I wonder what the hell she’s doing down here all alone in this god-awful basement of the public library. She should be upstairs, out front. Hell, she should be the face of the public library. I’d trip over my own feet running to be the first in line to get a library card if it came with the chance to be next to her.
When the image of her surrounded by other men crosses my mind, I think her being down here alone might not be so bad after all. She looks like a dirty little tease who would move her panties to the side and show me her kitty but not let me fuck it.
I curse as my cock throbs, and I feel the wet precum drip onto my thigh.
“I wasn’t trying to scare you,” I say when her breath catches. If she could read my mind right now she’d be terrified. “I just needed to see you, Naomi.”
I watch her cheeks flush when I say her name and then wonder if she’s ever sat on a man’s face before. Jealousy spikes through me when I think about her sweet little ass riding a mouth that isn’t mine.
She looks relieved for a second, then swallows. She looks away and closes the book she was scribbling in and tucks away her marker.
“You must be Ryan,” she says, still not looking at me.
“Did you recognize my voice?” I have this need to hear her say yes. That even though we only spoke for a brief second, she liked the way I sounded. Maybe she even wanted to hear more. Just like I did with her.
She nods casually before she stands up from behind her desk. She’s not much taller even with her contraband heels on. Women aren’t supposed to wear those, but seeing another way she’s breaking the rules makes my cock harder.
“Why would you sneak up on a person like that?” She says it in an accusing voice, and I have to force myself not to smile.
She has a voice that flows like honey, even when she’s pissed at me for acting like a stalker. I decide to push her a little because she looks worked up, and I want to see if she’s got claws to go with that mouth of hers.
“I’m trying to get a library card.”
She glares at me over the top of her glasses. “You walked past the circulation desk, about half a dozen people, down the creepy stairs, and to the most secluded part of the building for a library card?” She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
She’s shaken off whatever initial surprise she may have had with me being in her office and now she’s questioning me being in her territory. She walks around her desk and I straighten up, trying to ignore the bulge in the front of my jeans. When she stops in front of me, the difference in our height is nearly comical, but she doesn’t let that stop her.
“I have a Taser,” she adds, as if she’s just remembered it.
“You won’t need it,” I say, catching a hint of a sweet smell. “I promise to be on my best behavior.” I hold out my hand between us, palm up, and wait for her to take it. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”
There’s just a moment of hesitation before she places her delicate hand in mine. “Nice to meet you, too,” she says.
I can’t help myself and I step a little closer as I run my fingers across her wrist. Her heart is beating like a hummingbird’s wings, and I wonder if my own is doing the same. This little room is charged with electricity, and I wonder what it would take to make it snap.