The Librarian – Steamy Shorts Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
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He turns to face me, face cast in shadow. “Are you trying to kill me or getting me to kill someone?”

It’s the last thing I expect him to say. “W-what?”

He tilts his chin at my outfit and I shift from one foot to another, this feeling of uncertainty and self-consciousness quite foreign to me. “You coming here dressed like this. I’m not sure if I’m having an aneurysm because I get to see your gorgeous legs, but if someone else is looking at that, I might have to wring their necks.”

Oh. Oh.

My body flashes hot with that revelation. It’s savage, a little caveman…but for some reason, I like it. I really like it. And it bolsters my courage. “You like what you see?”

He growls through clenched teeth. “You have no idea.”

Jacob pinches the bridge of his nose, huffing in exasperation. “Listen, Jenna. You need to leave. I don’t know why I brought you here. And I don’t know what I’ll do if you stay here any longer.”

The way he says my name is a shock to my system, and I almost rock on my heels. Why does it sound so sexy? I’m playing it on a loop in my head. “Why?”

“You’re short-circuiting my brain. I’m not even sure why you let me kiss you. I pounced on you like an animal. I’m sorry.”

“S-sorry? You’re sorry you kissed me?”

He rears back and looks like I’ve just slapped him. “What? No. That’s not what I mean. God, Jenna. Kissing you is a dream. I can die a happy man right now.”

“Then what are you sorry for?”

“That maybe that’s not what you came here for.”

Oh, he doesn’t know. He has no idea how obsessed I am with him. “It is.”

He cocks his head to the side as if I’m speaking another language as if he can’t believe what I’m saying. “You like me?”

“Yes. Do YOU like me?”

Jacob lets out a harsh laugh, running his hands through his short dark hair. “Like you? That doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.”

Am I dreaming? Is it possible I passed out at the party and my mind conjured all these up? But he feels too real. Everything seems too real.

Squaring my shoulders, I smirk. “Then show me.”

3

JACOB

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I claim her mouth like a starving man devouring a full spread of his favorite foods. I’m out of control, operating on instinct, and hell-bent on giving her all I’ve got.

I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but she’s here, taking all I’m giving her. And I’m giving her everything.

Sawing in and out of her mouth, my hands run over her delicious curves. It’s like every part of me knows this is a rare gift—being with her, touching her, pleasing her. And fuck if I’m gonna waste any second of it.

I back her against a shelf, careful to cup the back of her head so she doesn’t bump anywhere.

Jenna whimpers when I pull back, and I chuckle, loving how responsive she is, making sure to tuck every moment into my memory so I can go back to it and replay it as often as I want.

My lips graze her cheek, the shell of her ear, her jawline. Then, I start my trip down—the column of her throat, her exposed cleavage, and down, down down.

Her fingers are yanking my hair, and I welcome the sting. She can rip all my hair out if she wants.

Sitting on my haunches, I’m at eye level with her pussy. I look up back at her, and she has her eyes closed, chest heaving with exertion like she just ran a marathon.

“Eyes here, Jenna.”

She snaps her eyes open and stares back at me, eyes glassy with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, I run my rough, calloused hands on her stockinged thighs. I don’t like them. I don’t like anything that separates our skin.

So I rip it, the sound of tearing reverberating in this corner. I have no idea how many students are left, but the last thing I want is to get interrupted, so I will myself to go slower, be extra careful.

I don’t want to break this moment with her—a moment I may never have again.

I press a kiss to one smooth, creamy thigh, and she shudders. That’s it. I’m on a mission to please her so good she’ll want a repeat of this.

I trail kisses upward until my mouth is just an inch away from her mound. Her white cotton panties are soaked through, and I can smell her arousal.

Fucking ready. Ready for me. Only me.

My hand shakes when I reach for her panties and hook it to the side, trying to stifle my groan at how pretty her glistening pussy is. Almost dripping.

I stick out my tongue and drag it along her slit, feeling the fluttering of her folds. She sucks in a sharp breath and clamps her lips tightly to stop the moan from escaping.


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