A Library Affair
By: Merri Evans
Tags: Short Story, Fiction, Short Fiction, Romance, Short Read

“When you told me to meet you at the library, I thought you were kidding.”

I knew that voice. I glanced over my shoulder and grinned as my eyes floated up and down his striking physique. Geez, he was gorgeous. It was like he had just walked out of one of those GQ magazines, virile and masculine. Dressed in his business casual: white shirt, dress pants, and shiny back shoes, I still couldn’t believe he was interested in someone like me.

He lifted a dark brow and smiled rather dangerously. My heart began to pound.

“And I see you’re wearing that tight little skirt again,” he said, his eyes sliding over me. “Damn you.”

I composed myself and gave him a dazzling smile, and in two steps, he was standing behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and nuzzling my neck. He smelled delicious as he always did, like spicy bergamot and campfire gorgeous. One day I’d make him tell me what that fragrance was.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered in my ear.

“Mmm, howdy, stranger,” I said, my words velvety smooth as I rubbed my bottom against the front of his pants in welcome. “Did your boss finally let you go? You better not tell him you’re with me.”

He chuckled, tightening his arms around my waist and plunging his face into my long, brown hair. A deep growl rumbled in his throat.

“You’ve forgotten, I am the boss. And I can be as bad as I want to be. Fair warning, they may take away your library card by the time we leave here.”

I gasped dramatically and turned my head to stare into his dancing eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” I said with conviction.

“Oh, wouldn’t I? You remember the last time you challenged me.”

I did remember, and my little Mazda would never be the same. Those puncture marks from my high heels, so glaringly obvious in the backseat upholstery, would remind me over and over again.

I cocked my head to the side to see if any would-be library patrons were nearby. Nope, not one. There was, however, a distant sound of squeaky library cart wheels and murmurs coming from the front of the library. The librarians were hard at work doing whatever librarians do.

“You know I would never challenge you. It’s not in my nature,” I said teasingly, raising my shoulder with a giggle when his tongue traced over my ear.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head, pressing his face against my cheek. He was clean-shaven this time — thankfully. I swear my body was raw from his whiskers during all of ‘Movember.’

I fixed my eyes on the shelf and slowly ran my finger over the book spines, “I thought we could enjoy some quiet reading together. What better place than a library?”

I withdrew the book I was looking for and smoothed my hand over the cover. Turning my head, I brushed my lips against his cheek, giving him a goofy blowfish for good measure. He growled again, his one hand sliding slowly down my hip as he pressed into me. I could feel his hardness against my bottom, and a sudden exhilaration came over me. We were in a library, among the books, people mulling around… it was dangerous.

He rested his cheek against mine and tipped his head to stare down at the book. “The Kama Sutra? You texted me to meet you at the library to read the Kama Sutra?”

“Yes,” I said matter-of-factly. “I think it’s about time we broadened our perspectives. Won’t that be fun?” I flipped through the pages and stopped on a picture of two people joined in what looked to be a pretzel pose. “I think we already did this one in my car.”

His lips pursed as he thoughtfully stared at the picture. “Let me see that,” he said. He let go of me and took the book from my hands.

His dark eyes studied each of the sexual positions as he flipped through the pages. He looked like he had just pulled out one of his profit-loss statements and was trying to take it all in. I rested my shoulder on the bookshelf and crossed my arms over my chest, smiling as he turned the book this way and that.

“We’re going to do these positions — all of them,” he said with finality, glancing up at me.

“All of them?” I dropped my arms to my side and shook my head. “That book is only a three-week loan.”

“All of them,” he repeated as a lazy smile slid over his lips. It was the same devilish twist that always drove a thrill through me and quaked my insides. Bastard, he knew what made me warm — okay, hot!

I put on my best teacher voice. “The Kama Sutra is more than just a sex manual. It’s a guide to living well and understanding the finer points of sexuality.”

“Is that right?” He nodded and came closer to me until my back pressed against the bookshelf. Placing the Kama Sutra on the other books, he leaned both hands on either side of my head and hovered over me. “Then I expect a full report of what you’ve learned, complete with demonstrations. You know what a visual guy I am. Hands-on too.”

His dark gaze imprisoned mine as he slowly bent his head. “I want you,” he breathed. He captured my mouth, easily parting my lips with deep, sensual sweeps of his tongue.

A whimper played in my throat as I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. He grasped my hips, pulling me even closer, and continued ravaging my mouth with his lips, his tongue. His hands began moving firmly over my back, my bottom, over my hips, and up my back again. I could hardly catch my breath as he pressed into me, my body becoming wildly alive under his skilled mouth and hands.

The squeaking library wheels were getting louder, but neither of us noticed.

I returned his kiss, and with my fidgety fingers, gripped his head, pulling his face further down. I needed him — more of him.

Another low growl into my mouth and his hand slipped under my skirt. I was scarcely aware of the material slowly inching its way up my thigh.

“Damn tight skirt,” he grumbled against my lips.

I giggled and kissed him some more, letting him know I would keep wearing the skirts and shirts that showed off my slender, voluptuous curves. He wasn’t the boss of me.

“Excuse me!”

Our heads shot up, and we both looked over to see the head librarian staring at us from behind the book-laden cart she pushed. I don’t think her face could have gotten any more outraged as she riveted her gaze on the two of us.

“This is disgusting and unacceptable. There are seniors and children around,” she fumed.

I looked at my guy, and he looked at me, our swollen lips curling deliciously like we had just been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. Well, that was kind of true.

He removed his hand from under my skirt and gently smoothed the material back over my thigh. And as he straightened his back, he slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me snug against his side.

“It’s my fault,” he said, his face grave though I could see that familiar twinkle in his eyes as he turned to the librarian. “I take full responsibility for my actions.”

Still holding onto me, he grabbed the Kama Sutra and gave the frowning librarian the most contrite look I had ever seen on a man. My shoulders started to shake, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing.

He looked down at me with feigned disapproval before giving the librarian an apologetic smile and raising the book in his hand. “Can we sign this out? I have a lot to learn—obviously.” His mouth twitched at the corners as his gaze fell back to mine. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

My eyes widened, and I pinched his side. He only flinched. I gave him a sharp jab with my elbow, and that launched his deep, rumbling laugh.

“I think we’ll be going now,” I said to the librarian, wanting nothing more than to take my loud, laughing man far, far away—my Mazda was parked out front.

I grabbed my guy’s hand and pulled him along with me. And as we passed the librarian, he placed the book on her cart and gave her a light shrug.

“Actually, she has a copy at home,” he said.

The librarian’s mouth broke into a grudging smile. “I bet she does.”

Yep, I did— a well-fingered copy. They knew me so well.