“Can I open them yet?” I asked, hoping that they wouldn’t make me wait for whatever this surprise was. We were missing out on the opening celebrations going on right now in the center of town.
Suddenly, it was Corbin’s voice in my ear whispering, “Go ahead and take a look, babygirl.”
Without hesitation, I lifted the cap away from my eyes. The second my eyes popped open, I was greeted with a completely unexpected sight. The archives section had been shuffled around, the new layout accommodating a brand-new area. A large U-shaped desk sat in the middle of the floor.
Approaching the oversized piece of furniture, I noted a name plaque on it.
Harlow Lenoir - Librarian
Conservator of Archives and Rare Books
I must have read the placard no less than four times to believe what I was seeing.
My mouth hung open like a fish out of water. I flipped my gaze between both guys in disbelief.
Finally, I managed to speak. “H-how? Is this for real?”
Corbin was beaming with pride as he nodded. “Mrs. Sampson signed off on all of it. As long as we promised you wouldn’t turn into some lonely spinster who plays Gin Rummy every other Thursday.”
Turning my attention back to the desk, I looked over every detail as I circled it. Pulling out a drawer here and there, it had been properly stocked with supplies and tools that I worked with frequently to restore books.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized how much thought and detail went into making this happen for me.
“Thank you. Both of you. This means the world to me.” I scurried over to Corbin, throwing my arms around his waist in a tight hug before stealing a kiss from him.
After returning the kiss, he jutted his chin over at Bale. “I can’t take all the credit, Bale helped.”
Leaning against the side of the desk, arms folded across his chest and ankles casually crossed, Bale lightly shrugged.
“All I did was provide a little insight and incentive for Mrs. Sampson to create room in her budget.”
Still holding him in my arms, Corbin laughed. “You blackmailed her, jackass.”
Bale didn’t deny it and didn’t look the least bit apologetic. He shrugged one shoulder. “I gave her an ultimatum. Either she found room for a much-needed addition to her staff, or I’d leave an anonymous tip exposing her liquid lunches during Fairytale Fridays.”
These two were absolutely ridiculous, but they were all mine. And I was theirs.
Corbin’s hands gently caressed my sides, the contact pulling the waist of my short rust-colored skirt that clung to my hips. Slowly, he backed me up against my brand-new desk until my ass bumped against the edge.
“Think we ought to break this desk in properly. What do you think, Bale?” He smirked with delicious intent without breaking eye contact with me.
No movement from Bale, just intense focus as he watched before responding, “Well, you know what they say. Who you start the festival with is who you end it with.”
I raised a brow in question. “I thought that only applied to the first dance.”
“New rule,” he said as he finally moved towards Corbin and me. “Also, the new rule states that black cat shifters are required to uphold the sanctity of quiet hours in the library, even when stuffed full of cock.”
My face flushed crimson in excitement.
They both pounced.
Within minutes, my skirt was up around my waist. Panties missing or possibly shredded.
My thighs hugged Corbin’s face, each leg draped over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of me. His tongue moved in deliberate strokes, alternating flicks and sucks with practiced precision.
Bale perched on the edge of my desk, his strong hands locked on my waist, keeping me upright with my back to his chest. Despite my squirming and moans as Corbin did filthy things to me with his mouth, I remained held in place between them.
Looking up at me from between my pale thighs, Corbin paused with a mischievous look shining in his amber hues.
