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“You can share them with me later. Right now, I’ve got a class to teach.” His lips press to the side of my neck, just below my ear in a soft kiss, then he stands and strides along the short hallway to the conference rooms.

Mother of all that is holy. This man is going to kill me. I drop my forehead on the desk and groan.

“Girl, I think you’ve got a lot to fill me in on,” Margo says.

I mumble, “No shit.” I really need to talk this out with someone before my head explodes.

A small group of teens enter the library, and I straighten in my seat, smiling at them. “Hi guys, what can I help you with today?”

One of them speaks up. “We’re here for the introduction to photography course.”

My shoulders slump, and I wave my hand toward the hall. “That way, second door on the right.”

The group murmur their thanks as they follow my directions, and I deflate. I always get excited when fresh faces walk through the doors, giving me a chance to introduce them to their new best friend—books.

Just another thing Jennings is ruining for me. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. The library is a sacred place and he’s desecrating it.

My hands curl into fists at my sides. I will not let him taint all the good memories this place has given me. Then a freeze-frame of the spanking he gave me earlier flashes in my head, and I acknowledge that maybe he’s given me another good memory, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll give me a few more before this is all over.

The rest of the week goes by without any more showdowns or spankings. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed. But I have caught him watching me several times, and he just smiles then goes back to whatever it is he was doing.

It’s weirding me out.

There is no way he’s really into me.

Is there?

Chapter Four

I’m knee-deep in the returns bins on Friday afternoon when a warm hand slides up the back of my thigh, startling me so bad I squeal.

“Shhh, it’s just me,” Jennings whispers in my ear as his hands snake around my waist. “I’m done with my class; your friend Margo has left for the day, and I just locked up for you.”

My brows bunch in confusion. “But we’re still inside, why’d you lock up?”

One of his hands lowers from its position on my belly until he’s cupping my sex through my dress. I gasp then moan when he applies just the right amount of pressure and licks a line up the side of my neck.

Sweet baby Jesus…

I have her just where I want her, in my arms. It’s been hell keeping my distance through the week, but I got the sense she needed time to come to terms with my presence. Now it’s Friday and I can’t hold myself back any longer.

“What are you doing?” Ava’s breathy voice turns my dick to stone in my pants.

“I’m feeling you up, what’s it look like?” I chuckle into her sweet-smelling hair and rock my hips into her round ass.

“Oh.” She moans and thank fucking God, she presses back into my hard-on and grinds against it.

Heat shoots down my spine and settles in my aching balls. I want inside her so badly. “I want you, Ava. So. Fucking. Much.” I punctuate each word with a roll of my hips.

Her small hand snakes up, reaching over her shoulder, until she can curl her fingers around the side of my neck. She holds me like this, and we say nothing as we continue to rock against each other.

Ava feels so incredibly good in my arms, just like I always knew she would. I drop my chin to rest atop her head then grind the heel of my palm into her pussy through her pretty dress.

She squirms against me, the back of her head resting over my left pec as she breathes heavily.

“You like that?” I murmur softly.

She nods, but I want her words.

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