I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my panties, fingers brushing against slick heat. I’m already wet, and the touch makes me shiver. I hear him inhale sharply, and Iknowhe’s imagining exactly what I’m feeling. What I’m doing.
I part my legs just slightly, giving him a better view. Heat blooms across my cheeks, but I don’t stop.
This is for him—all of it—and the thought makes me bolder.
My fingers slide lower, teasing the sensitive flesh between my legs. A soft moan escapes me—barely more than a whisper, but it fills the room.
I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.
I’m not just touching myself.I’m putting on a show, letting him watch as I lose myself in the moment.
My fingers find my clit, and I circle it slowly, savoring the way my body reacts—so sensitive, so close already. I know he can see it.I bite my lip, eyes fluttering closed again, and let my head fall back against the stacks.
My other hand joins in, fingers slipping inside me, and I gasp at the fullness—the tight stretch of my own body. I’m wet, slick, and every slow, deliberate movement sends the pressure coiling tighter inside me.
“Fuck,” Max breathes. His voice is low, almost inaudible, but it’s enough to jolt through me like lightning.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze. He’s watching me—dark-eyed, transfixed. His shirt clings to his chest, and I see the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, like he wants to close the space between us but is forcing himself to stay put.
I smile—a small, wicked curve of my lips—and pick up the pace. My fingers move faster now, harder, driving me closer with every breathless second.
I moan louder, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My whole body is coiled tight, every nerve thrumming with need. The orgasm builds fast—a wave threatening to crash right through me.
I glance at Max. His eyes are locked on my hand, watching the way my fingers disappear into my wetness. His lips are parted, chest rising and falling like he’s struggling to breathe.
And I know—he’s just as undone as I am.His jeans are tight, and yeah… he’s hard for me.
“Watch me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. His eyes snap back to mine.
I hold his gaze as I push my fingers deeper, curling them just right— and the orgasm crashes through me like a storm.
My back arches, muscles clenching, and I cry out, the sound echoing through the stillness around us. It’s overwhelming. All-consuming. My body trembles as the pleasure washes over me, wave after wave.
I’m aware of Max—of his eyes on me, his breath, his presence. And it only makes everything sharper. More vivid.His scent—cedar and something that’s unmistakably him—grounds me, even as I come apart.
When I finally let my hand fall away, when I release a shuddering exhale and press my palm to my thigh, he lets out the rawest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he growls, voice rough with heat and something close to desperation.
“No,” I whisper, stepping forward until we’re nearly chest to chest. “I’mgoing to kiss you.”
I lean in and capture his mouth in a fierce kiss, tasting mint and heat and the wild tension between us.My hands slide down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. One button, then another—each one surrendering under my fingertips.
His skin meets the cool library air. His muscles tense beneath my touch.
And I feel it—that electric surge of power, of control—and it makes my pulse race.
Max’s hands rest on my hips, but he doesn’t pull me closer. He’s waiting—letting me lead—and that only stokes the fire inside me.
I break the kiss and step back, then push him gently until he stumbles onto a nearby table. His breath hitches as he lands, eyes locked on mine, wide with heat and anticipation.
I straddle him, my thighs framing his hips, pressing against the hard line of him. The position feelsright—commanding, in control.The scent of his cologne lingers, mixing with the musty aroma of old books, and it’s intoxicating.
His hands reach for me.I swat them away with a sharp, playful flick.
“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice low and firm.
He groans—and it’s perfect. A sound of surrender and need, proof that I have him exactly where I want him.My nipples tighten under his gaze, heat pooling low in my belly. I can feel how wet I am, aching for more.
