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“Let me reach out to a few people. Even if they aren’t necessarily popular in our small town, they might be able to draw in more people who are closer to the city,” Meghan stated.

“Would people come in from the city for a book signing?” Preston, who sat on the other side of Meghan, asked.

“Oh yeah they would. Romance readers have been known to fly across the country for some events. So with the more popular authors, readers would be more than willing to drive a few hours out for the chance to meet them,” Emily said.

“Hopefully we have enough lodging for everyone,” Trey remarked, sitting next to me.

“It’ll be early enough in the season that it won't conflict too badly with our regular tourist bookings,” Levi said, sitting opposite of Trey.

Accommodation availability could make or break any event. If people couldn’t book nearby accommodations they’d be less likely to attend. When we scheduled the book festival we had checked with the local bed-and-breakfasts as well as the vacation rental sites to make sure those dates were available. We also checked to make sure no other events were taking place in our town or in surrounding towns. It was all clear, so I had high hopes everything would work out.

Chapter 28

Emily

The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind. Not only were things with Ryan going wonderfully, but I was ahead of schedule and putting the finishing touches on my book. When I entered the library, I wasn’t too surprised when Ryan asked me to follow him to his office. Glancing at Betsy, who sat at the front desk, she had her eyes on the computer screen in front of her.

Walking into Ryan’s office, there was an old wooden desk sitting at the center. But I hadn’t been able to observe anything else with Ryan’s lips slamming against mine as he pressed me against the now closed door behind us.

Pulling my laptop bag from my shoulder, I set the bag near the wall before my hands pushed into his hair and I deepened the kiss. His hands went to the hem of my navy sundress with cute daisies printed on it, before gliding up my thigh.

“There isn’t a chance in hell I could resist the temptation of you wearing a dress,” Ryan said as he broke our kiss. “Can you stay quiet?”

I nodded but a gasp escaped me as his fingers pushed my underwear aside and ran over my slit. Gathering the wetness there, he dragged them to my clit, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a devilish grin on his face.

“Yes,” I hissed as his fingers pushed into my pussy and began massaging the exact spot that would send me flying.

He kissed my neck and collarbone as he moved to the little bit of cleavage on display. His other hand, the one that wasn’t busy pumping my pussy, traveled up to my breast where he squeezed and teased. I was flying higher and, quickly, my body screamed for release.

“Please, Ryan, fuck me. I need your cock,” I begged.

Suddenly everything stopped and he moved his head back to look at me wide-eyed. Did I say something wrong?

“I don’t think I have a condom,” he stated.

Confused at first, I breathed out, “I’m on the pill, and I last tested negative.”

“Same, but are you sure?”

“Yes. If you’re good with it, yes, please.”

His eyes heated at my pleading tone, and suddenly I was spinning and being guided to the center of the office. He bent me over the desk and flipped up my dress. As he pushed my underwear down my thighs I gripped the edge of the desk.

His fingers rubbed my slit and his zipper sounded in my ears. Feeling his cock at my entrance, I bit my lip to keep from moaning out. As he pushed in, I stifled the moan as best I could, but a squeak still came from me.

“Oh fuck, I’m never going to be able to go back. You feel too good, sweetheart,” he whispered hoarsely.

He was right, this felt too fucking good. My walls clenched around him as he sank his full length into me. It was fucking perfect. I fought to keep myself silent, but every now and then a gasp escaped me.

His fingers pressed into my hip as he pounded into me roughly, and I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from yelling out. His hand shifted as he squeezed the cheek of my ass.

His pace slowed as he leaned over me and his hand wrapped around the base of throat. Every thrust hit that exact correct spot I needed, it was driving me out of my mind. Pulling me up a bit, his mouth kissed the junction where my neck met my shoulder.

“Fucking perfect, you are perfect,” he whispered hoarsly in my ear.

His hand slid from my throat down my front, slipping into the front of my dress. His fingers squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple, making my back arch and a gasp escape from my mouth.

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