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She bites her lip as she studies me. I’d stand here all day to let her get her fill. Except my cock enjoys the idea entirely too much and begins to harden. I clear my throat.

“The camera?”

“Yes, please.”

Her softly spoken please is not helping calm my cock down. Not at all. He wants her to whisper please while she’s naked beneath me.

“I’ll er…”

I hurry away before Virginia notices how much I want her. And I do want her. She’s perfect for me. Soft and sweet and full of light but she’s no pushover. My little librarian has a backbone of steel.

Chapter 14

Bells – not appropriate in a library but apparently movies are

Virginia

“Movie night is tonight,” Gratitude says as she opens the door to exit the library for the day. “Make sure everything is put back exactly as it was.”

“Movie night?” I call before she can leave.

“All the information you need is in a folder marked movie night.” And then she’s gone before I can ask any more questions.

What in the world? Why is this the first I’m hearing about movie night? I was planning an early night with a bubble bath and a new book from Pippa Grant.

I locate the ‘movie night’ folder at the circulation desk and open it. I gasp at the floor plan. I’m supposed to move all the tables and chairs around? Thanks, Gratitude. You couldn’t have stayed and helped?

There’s only one thing to do.

“Hey, Virginia,” Indigo answers.

“Are you busy?” I plow on before she can answer. “I kind of need some help.”

“No problem. Where are you?”

“The library.”

“On my way with bells on.”

She hangs up before I can remind her bells in a library aren’t a good idea. Although, there’s also movie night at the library so maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about.

The library door opens not two minutes later.

“You were quick,” I say as I turn around to discover it’s not Indigo but Dylan and the band.

“We were at the studio when Indigo phoned to say you needed help,” Dylan says.

He smiles and his adorable dimple makes an appearance. A dimple I’m finding hard to resist since I learned why he humiliated me in high school. As far as excuses go, his is probably the best I’ve heard and I’m a librarian who’s heard every excuse there can possibly be for why a book was returned late.

Gibson flexes his bicep. “I’m the muscle.”

Fender grunts before shoving him.

“Hey! It’s not ‘treat Gibson like a punching bag’ day!” Gibson protests as he hits the wall.

“It’s not? Sounds like fun. When is it my turn?” Jett asks.

Cash forces his way between Jett and Gibson. “Enough.”

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