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Dolly

“Uh, smoking-hot biker guy, whose abs I would pay to lick, is asking for you,” Zander said, sticking his head in the door to the book return room.

I set down the current book I was checking back in and grinned.

“He’s early,” I told him. “Could you send him back here to me? I have five more books, and then I’ll be done.”

Zander raised his eyebrows at me. “He’s picking you up? As in you are leaving with a sexy biker man?”

I nodded, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing. “Yes, he is.”

“Damn, girl, look at Little Miss Prim and Proper being naughty,” he replied before closing the door and leaving me to finish my work.

It was hard to focus though, knowing Micah was here. This morning, he had brought me my favorite caramel doughnuts to bed, then taken one of them and rubbed the caramel off it and onto several places on my body before licking it off.

The harder I tried to protect my heart from getting hurt, the more difficult he made it. I wanted to be with him all the time. When he smiled at me, the world seemed to glow. My heart would soar. I felt as if the demons of my past were gone. Micah managed to make it all go away. He made everything perfect.

The door opened, and my head snapped up from the book I’d been staring at while lost in thought to see Micah step into the room. The sight of him made my chest feel lighter.

“Hey, you,” I said, trying not to look as completely obsessed as I was.

He looked around, then reached back and locked the door, then smirked at me. “I like the hot librarian thing you got going on here. We need to get you some glasses.”

I glanced back at the door he’d locked, then at him. “We can’t…you know,” I whispered, as if anyone could hear us closed off in this room that wasn’t much bigger than a closet. Well, maybe a walk-in closet.

Micah walked over to me. “What can’t we do, Tink?” he asked as he reached me.

Setting down the book, I stood up from the short little stool I had been sitting on. “Whatever it is you have in mind. Zander has a key to that door. He could come in if he wanted to.”

Micah reached out and took one of the loose strands from the makeshift bun I had twisted my hair into earlier and stuck a pencil in it to hold it in place. He wrapped it around his finger slowly. “I’ve been thinking about how sweet your pussy tastes all day,” he said, dropping my hair to cup the side of my face.

I swallowed as my heart rate sped up. “That was just the caramel from the doughnut you smeared between my legs,” I replied.

He laughed, lowering his head to mine. “Your pussy doesn’t need anything added to it to make it sweet. It already tastes like honey.”

Oh God. I was going to have sex in the book return room. How was I supposed to say no to this man when he said stuff like that? Besides, the ache between said legs was now starting to tingle.

His mouth covered mine as his tongue slipped between my lips just as I heard the zipper of his jeans slide down. He picked me up and set me on the edge of the desk, knocking off several books I had in organized piles in the process. Not that I cared.

My skirt had ridden up, but he shoved it up further, and I opened my legs as he stepped between them. His fingers grabbed the crotch of my panties and jerked them aside. With the first thrust, he was inside me, gloriously stretching me to the point of almost pain, but not. Lifting my knees so he could sink deeper, he let out a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated his chest.

“Fuck, I needed this pussy,” he said in a deep growl as he looked down at our joined bodies. “You look so damn good, stretched around me like that. Taking my dick like such a good girl, Tink.”

My body trembled, and I gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling backward as he pumped into me harder.

“Best fucking cunt I’ve ever had,” he grunted, his eyes taking on a wild look. “I can’t get it out of my head. I think about it all the time, Tink. How tight it squeezes me. How amazing you smell. How I want to stay buried inside you, listening to those sexy little cries you make all the fucking time.”

He slammed into me, grabbing my waist, and I reached out to hold on to him.

“I want you walking around with my cum dripping out of you all the time. NO one else touches this. MY cunt. My fucking pussy,” he snarled as if he were making a claim for someone other than me to hear.

My climax hit me, and Micah covered my cry with his hand as he watched me ride the wave of the orgasm. His eyes locked on mine. I was mesmerized by him. The way his jaw flexed, his eyes flared, and then the slight slack in his jaw as he jerked, then shuddered, pulling me against his chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, gasping as he pumped his release inside me. He hadn’t done this before. I had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to start the shot for birth control. He’d gotten tested and then stopped using condoms with me, but he had been pulling out.

I should be worried. We shouldn’t be staying here like this. But I didn’t want him to let me go. I’d never felt more connected to another person in my life. The part of me that had always felt alone, unwanted, wasn’t there. With Micah, I felt complete.

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