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Something in the air was different.

More feminine than any of the perfumes she liked to wear.

I walked over to my bed, and my eyes caught a shirt lying on top. A shirt that was most definitely not mine. I picked it up. Theone I had worn to bed was a light gray, whereas the one on my bed now was white. When I picked it up, my nose flared. It was Carmen’s shirt. The one she had been wearing with those wide-legged jeans this morning. A bright colorful graphic print about reading on the front. I brought the fabric up to my nose and breathed it in deeply.Fuck. She took her shirt off in my bed?A sick, twisted part of me wondered if she had done more than lain down. My hand skimmed the mattress, and there it was. Proof.

“Oh, my sweet, naughty girl,” I rumbled into the silent room.

The sheet was wet.

Feral need pounded through me. I had been semi-hard already, knowing Carmen had snuck into my place, but knowing she had taken her clothes off and touched herself? On my bed? Without me? Fuck! That turned me into stone. I was so damn hard I could pound nails.

I was done sitting in the shadows waiting for her to get to know me. My sweet little librarian was as twisted and unhinged as I was. Crossing lines she didn’t know she had all access to. Balancing on the fence of the friend zone with her was over. The little minx had come into my room, touched my things, lain down and played until she had come. That would be a first and last. That would no longer happen. Not without me knowing about it. Not without me watching somehow, someway.

I dropped to my knees and like a demented asshole buried my face in the wet spot she had so graciously left behind for me. I groaned so damn loudly I was surprised it didn’t echo against the walls of my bedroom. Her release smelled incredible. My tongue licked the spot to catch a hint of her taste. It was faint, but it was there. My mouth watered. It was nowhere close enough to how much I needed. I wouldn’t be happy until I had my face buried in her pussy, eating her out, drinking that honey off the tap, but it would do for now. I stood and pulled my cock out of my pants, shoving the fabric down my thighs.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I spit on my hand and wrapped it around my throbbing cock, my eyes pinned on my bed. But not just any part of it. That small particular spot.

Next time she was in my room, on my bed, I’d be right here, making her play with herself, showing me what she’d done right there, and I’d make damn sure the spot would be double the size of the one she left behind. My strokes moved faster. My grip tighter. Edging myself closer and closer until I needed to spit on my hand again.

Carmen would be so fucking wet.

Nice and sloppy and so damn close to the edge she would beg me to let her come, but I wouldn’t let her.Not yet.I’d make her kneel on the bed, close to the edge so I could stand right where I was and have her take me in her perfect little mouth.

I’d punish her in a way she would most definitely enjoy.

Teach her a lesson for driving me so damn mad. My little bookworm would learn that when she needed pleasure, she would have to come to me. I was not about to miss another orgasm of hers. My dick leaked precum. In my mind’s eye, she’d lap up every damn drop with that pretty, talented tongue of hers. I would warn her that I was close, she would go down on the floor, kneeling for me, like a good girl, with her mouth wide open as my release shot out of me and dripped down her neck and tits.

But that wouldn’t be where we would stop.

Hell no, my girl had unleashed a feral beast inside of me. One that was voracious with the stamina of a savage animal. My eyes shut as my mind painted the picture.

Carmen, lying on her back, her hair fanned out on my pillow. Her fingers, two deep, in her cunt. She would cry out and moan my name. Writhing and squirming while she played with her sodden pussy. Begging me for permission. Permission I wouldn’t grant until my own finger dipped inside of her right along with hers, and she’d scream out as the waves of pleasure mountedher. The thought and image in my head sent me over the edge, and I came on the very spot where she had just moments before.

While I fought to catch my breath, I realized it wasn’t enough.

The little game we had going on was coming to an end. Soon enough, Carmen Villalobos was going to find out just how obsessed I was with her. The next time I came, it would be with her. Inside of her because I was going to breed my little reader.

And I had a feeling it was exactly what she would want.

CHAPTER 8

CARMEN

Nerves were a bitch.

My knee bounced as I stared at my phone, Andres’ text on my screen.

Andres: Something came up. Have to stay in my office late. Sorry!

Logically, I was overreacting. No one had seen me. There hadn’t been a soul out when I slipped out of his house and rushed home. Not even a car. I was being ridiculous.

But after changing out of the shirt I had accidently taken from his place and rushed back to work, I couldn’t kick the feeling someone was watching me. That someone knew exactly what I had done in Andres’ bed. I couldn’t shake the nerves even after he texted me. I walked home alone after work. My overactive imagination fully expected the cops to be at my place.

But there hadn’t been anyone or anything.

The doorbell rang while I sipped chamomile tea on an empty stomach, trying to calm my nerves. I jumped out of my skin. I was a terrible person. I had entered someone’s home without their permission. And then I’d… masturbated on their bed!

Who am I?Who does that!

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