“Fuck—I’m gonna—”
I pull back just long enough to whisper, “Let go.”
He grabs the base of his cock and traces my lips with the tip. “You’re going to swallow every drop, can’t make a mess.”
I nod. “I want it. Come down my throat, Cam.”
“Look at my sweet little librarian, begging for my cum. Get me there, don’t stop sucking until you get what you want.”
His eyes roll back as I take him in again, sliding my lips down his cock until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, just like that, you’re doing so good, Katie.”
I begin moving, sucking, sliding, feeling him grow harder in my mouth until he’s gone—coming hard, fingers tangled in my hair, body shaking with a moan he tries to swallow but absolutely fails to.
I hold him in my mouth through it, swallowing what he gives me, hands steady on his thighs until he slumps back against the shelf, chest heaving. It takes him a long moment to breathe steady again.
When I rise, his hands immediately grab my waist, pulling me up into a kiss that’s frantic and grateful and completely undone.
He cups my jaw, forehead pressed to mine. “I’m obsessed with the taste of me on your tongue. Tastes like you’re mine.” His voice breaks. “You’re perfect like this.”
I smile, still flushed, still buzzing. “That was amazing.”
He hums before his lips brush mine, soft and dangerous. “We could go for another round. Want another lollipop?”
I laugh, loud, my cheeks flushed. “Everytime I look at those lollipops now I’m going to have to change my panties.”
He slides up his jeans, tucking his boxers in. “I’ll buy you all the spares you need, Katie.”
I’m leaning back against the circulation desk, half tangled in Cam’s arms, half staring at the lollipops. The faint glow from the streetlamps outside spills through the windows, soft and golden, washing everything in that unreal stillness that only happens after something huge.
For once, there’s no noise in my head. No list, no schedule, no guilt waiting to fill the space. Just him. Cam brushes a thumb across my cheek, slow and careful, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he touches too fast.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
I nod, still trying to find words. “Yeah. I’m—yeah.”
His mouth curves, that small smile that always makes my chest ache. “You sure? You look like someone just rewired your brain.”
“Maybe someone did.” I smile.
He laughs and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Good. You needed a reboot.”
I roll my eyes, but the corner of my mouth betrays me. “You’re full of yourself, you know that?”
“Only because I know when I’m right.”
He shifts, pulling me closer, and I melt into him before I can stop myself. The scent of him—soap, wood, summer—wraps around me until everything else fades.
Then he says, softly, “Katie.”
“Yeah?”
“Do me one thing.”
“What?”
“Let me in.”
