“Bodi!” I call out, letting him know where I am. “Up here.”
Before I have time to move he’s sprinting up the stairs and coming in my direction.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says, pushing me against the nearest shelf and covering my mouth with his. Our tongues move together urgently, his erection pressing against my core.
“You really did miss me,” I murmur, running my hands over it.
“You have no idea.” He closes his hands around the indentation of my waist, yanking me against him. His lips travel down my throat, over my chest and between my breasts. “Fuck, I love your tits.” He nuzzles the cleavage and uses his hands to bring them together.
“Bodi…” I pant breathlessly. “I’m at work.”
“It’s 9:01. The library is closed. Who’s going to come in?”
All I can do is moan in response because he’s just popped my breasts out of my bra and they’re sitting up straight and proud, waiting for him to touch them.
And touch them he does. Using his thumb, he flicks it back and forth across my right nipple while using his teeth to lightly tug and nip at the one on the left. I arch into him, because it feels amazing.
“Are you wearing panties?” he murmurs between kisses and bites.
“I’m at work—that wasn’t our deal. I’m not…” It’s really hard to think when he’s doing what he’s doing. “…going without…when…I’m here.”
He just grunts in response, continuing his sensual assault on my breasts. “God, you’re fucking perfect.” He moves to the other breast, and the cool air hitting my nipple makes me whimper.
“Bodi…please.”
“Please what? Use your words.” He lifts his gaze to mine.
I can’t believe the words that come out of my mouth next. “It’s my fantasy to…make love…in a library.”
His blue eyes turn dark and stormy.
“That right?” A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Then I guess it’s time to make your fantasy come true. Panties.”
I blink, momentarily confused.
He holds out his hand and waits.
Oh. My. God.
He wants me to take them off and give them to him right here.
I swallow but then hold his arm for balance as I reach beneath my skirt to tug them down. Slowly, I step out of them and hand them to him. He puts them in his pocket and then makes a circle motion with his forefinger.
“Turn around. Hands on that shelf.”
I pull in a shaky breath but then whirl around. My hands clutch the shelf for all I’m worth, turning white from how hard I’m holding them.
We shouldn’t do this.
It’s wrong.
It’s…oh sweet Jesus.
He’s lifting my skirt and nudging my feet apart with his.
“Lean forward, jut out your ass,” he whispers in my ear.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask as I get into position.
