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With that, his fingers slip under the band and stroke over my naked flesh. My knees quiver as he glides over me, caressing the seam of my lower lips. I widen my stance wanting him to sink deep inside me, but he doesn’t. He toys with me instead. When I can’t stand another moment, when I feel like I’m going to scream with the need building inside, his fingers slide through my folds and zero in on my clit, rubbing slow circles as if we have all the time in the world. It’s nothing short of exquisite torture.

I bite my tongue to keep quiet when he sinks a thick finger inside me.

“Mmmm, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs.

A second digit joins the first. He pumps them a few times before dragging his fingers from my body. Just when I think he’ll pull all the way out, he drives them back inside. I moan as he buries his fingers to the hilt. His other hand snakes up my body until he’s able to cup my breast. He squeezes the softness and plays with the pebbled tip.

More nerve endings spark to life. An orgasm brews as he finds a rhythm, stroking in and out of my body. I arch my pelvis, wanting to pull him in deeper. Wanting these intense feelings of pleasure to go on forever.

The hand that had been touching my breast trails down my rib cage and delves into my panties, zeroing in on my clit again.

The low murmur of voices cuts through the thick haze of pleasure cocooning me. My eyes fly open in alarm. We can’t be discovered in such a compromising position.

“Relax,” he breathes against my ear. “They have no idea we’re here.” Instead of releasing me, his grip tightens. His fingers thrust in tandem, never ceasing their assault on my flesh.

“We have to stop,” I whimper as pleasure crashes through me.

Even though I said the words, I think I would die if Brody stopped what he was doing. Any moment now, the orgasm that has been building is going to streak through my body.

Instead of answering, the intensity of his touch becomes more focused until it’s almost unbearable. I bite my lip to stifle the scream rising within.

The voices grow louder.

Closer.

They must be on the other side of the bookshelf. If I weren’t so out of my head, I would push him away and straighten my clothing, but I can’t bring myself to do that. I’m so close to coming. It’s all I’m able to focus on. Everything in me tightens.

“Come for me, baby.” He nips my neck and growls, “Right now.”

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. His lips capture mine, swallowing the moans that fall from them as he thrusts his fingers inside me while the other hand plays with my clit.

It takes a moment for me to come back to my senses. For me to realize that I’m still pinned against the stacks with Brody’s big body pressed against my back, his hands continuing to strum my body.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he mutters.

His breath is just as labored as mine. I strain to hear the voices that had been just on the other side of the shelf, but there’s nothing. They’ve obviously moved on, away from us.

I can’t believe we just did that. That I allowed Brody to finger me in the library.

“Stop thinking.” His teeth bite down on my ear, pulling gently on the lobe. “Just enjoy how I made you feel.”

He’s right. I don’t want to ruin this moment with regret. I need to enjoy whatever this is between us for what it is.

Instead of separating myself and feeling awkward about what just happened, I say, “I think I’m going to enjoy your lessons.”

He relaxes against me and chuckles. “Damn right you are.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Natalie

“Got anything special planned for the big twenty-two?” Zara asks, fingering the fabric of a shirt she’s thinking about purchasing at Olive + Ashley, one of our favorite stores.

I shrug. Birthdays have always been special occasions in my family. Since I was an only child, my parents would go all out. For the first time in my life, I’m not looking forward to it.

Normally, the night of my birthday, my parents and I go out for dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant, La Fuente. It’s been a tradition for as long as I can remember. For obvious reasons, that won’t be happening this year. Dad texted a couple of days ago asking if he could take me out for lunch so we could talk, but I politely declined the offer.

I’m still pissed about what happened a few weeks ago. I have no desire to see him or his fiancée. They can both go to hell as far as I’m concerned.

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