Page 10 of Obsessed and Naughty Mountain Man

"Come on, Casanova." I take him by the arm. "Let me show you my world."

Miraculously, Lucas seems enthralled by the boring details of a librarian’s duties. Maybe he's just pretending. If he is, I appreciate that even more.

He follows me around like an eager student as I show him how the genres are divided and organized, introduce him to the digital system, and share with him my worst overdue offenders—Mr. Johnson, you've hadDunechecked out for two freaking years.

He asks questions and answers mine, and takes every opportunity to work innuendos into our conversation. Every time I hand him a book, he lingers his touch along my fingers. I know he’s stealing glances up my skirt when I step up the ladder to reach a high shelf… I want him to.

It's our third date.

We're both thinking the same thing even as we preoccupy ourselves with cataloging. I don't know when it's going to happen, but it's all I've been thinking about since I felt his hard cock beneath my toes.

The thought of him—his powerful body tangled in mine, his lips exploring every inch of me—has been simmering in my mind since the moment I first saw him.

Our fingers are resting on that tensioned passage in a smutty novel, tracing the words as they build to the scene we've all been waiting for. I'm afraid to turn the page. Before him, I would never consider sleeping with a guy I just met.

Right now, I’m wondering how I’ve held out this long…

In the middle of one of Lucas's smoldering glances, the bell at the front desk rings. We’re deep in the back of the library, shelving returned books in thelanguagessections.

"Duty calls," I say. "Keep cataloging this section. I'll check your work when I get back."

Lucas tucks his fingers into my belt, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me like we’re saying goodbye.

I moan softly, arms around his shoulders, heels barely on the floor.

"Don't stay gone too long," he whispers.

"Of course not. I don't trust you to do this entire section by yourself."

Lucas laughs and playfully shoves me along. It's much harder than I care to admit to leave the aisle and do my job. I straighten out my skirt, adjust my shirt so my nipples aren’t so apparent, and take a few deep breaths before I attend to old Mrs. Vasquez at the counter.

God, I'm so ready to turn that page. Three o’clock can't come a moment too soon.

All I think about while I help Mrs. Vasquez is what's going to happen when my coworker takes over for the day. Last night, after I got home, I cleaned my entire apartment in anticipation. I mean, where else are we going to go? We're certainly not having sex at Chief Stone's house. I guess we could go out to the woods, but why when I have a perfectly good bed at home?

I just hope my roommate doesn't mind the noise...

Mrs. Vasquez gets situated at one of the tables in the heart of the library. She comes in often, spending usually an hour reading the first pages of a dozen or so books until she finds the one she wants.

With her taken care of, I scurry back toward thelanguagesaisle, heels clacking on the hardwood. Passingcookbooks, I spot a volume lying on the floor.

“How’d you get down there?” I duck into the aisle and snatch it up. It came from the top shelf, and I spot its empty slot as I wheel the aisle’s ladder over. Climbing the steps as cautiously as possible, I slide it back into place, giving myself a little dopamine hit to counteract the fear of reaching the fifth shelf.

Rough hands slide up my legs, lingering on my thighs.

I gasp, an electric buzz running from my toes to my lips.

Lucas is standing at the foot of the ladder, staring up my skirt from behind. He brings a finger to his lips before bringing his lips to my leg. He kisses my calf, working his way to the hem of my skirt.

“Lucas,” I half-moan, half-whisper. “There’s somebody right over there…”

He smiles up at me and lifts my skirt to my hips. “I don’t care.”

“You’re crazy. We can’t do this here…”

But I don’t stop him.

I grip the shelf tightly as he pulls my black panties aside and licks everything they were hiding. My legs wobble on the ladder, but he steadies me as he plunges his tongue into me from behind.

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