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“What calls?”
She kept listing off the agenda. “Then, we have to go to the library and research how to kill jellyfish. Then, we’ll…”
“It’s Sunday.” He interjected. “The library’s closed.”
She wrinkled her nose, because she’d forgotten about that. “And tomorrow everything’s shut down for the Pioneer Picnic, so it won’t be open then, either.” The three day weekend was a big deal in Volstead. “Oh bother.”
“Don’t worry.” He pointed to the table, were books were haphazardly stacked. “I brought the library to you.”
She looked over at the encyclopedias and biology texts. Some of the pages were already tabbed. “Did you have the men burglarize the library and research jellyfish?”
“It was good for them. They work by the docks. They should learn about sea creatures, anyway.”
That logic made her laugh.
Something about the sound made Boyd very, very happy. She could tell by the change in his breathing. “Hey, Mabe?”
“Yes?”
His hands slid lower, cupping her behind and then gliding between her legs. “Let’s change the schedule.”
“We can’t. We have a very busy day.”
“Yeah, but it’s going to berealdifficult for me to concentrate on books, right now.” He sounded justsoregretful about that.
“An ooze monster is terrorizing the town. I’d think it would grab your notice.”
“Nope.” He shifted her body close and there was no mistaking the weight of his arousal. “This is distracting me.”
“Oh.” She breathed out, as she felt how hard he was. “Well, how do you want to handle that problem?”
“I’m not going to handle it, Miss Harrison.” He arched a brow. “You are.”
Chapter Ten
Making whoopee: (1920s slang) Crazy, wild, sex-fueled fun
Boyd was clearly up for making whoopee at nine in the morning. It was no wonder Mabel was so attracted to the man. What sensible girl wouldn’t be?
“All I can focus on is you in that dress.” He sounded half-drunk on his need for her. “It’s your own fault for being so pretty. If you want me to be any help at all this morning, you’re going to need to fix this problem.” His huge erection nudged her, again.
She arched a brow. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“Use your hands.” Boyd suggested, backing her towards the wall. “It’s not going to take long. Believe me. I want you too much.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“You’re the most competent person I’ve ever met. Pretty sure you’ll figure it out.” He dipped his head, his lips finding hers for a languid kiss. “Christ, I love your mouth. I’ve imagined it doing all kinds of dirty things.” He nipped her bottom lip.
Mabel made a small sound, enjoying the taste of him and the teasing glint in his eyes. “What kind of dirty things?”
“While you’re innocently working on the warehouse accounts…? I’m busy picturing you in a nurse’s uniform and your pouty lips are begging to suck me dry.”
He was playing with her! Very few people ever tried to play with Mabel. She was too respectable. …On the surface, anyway. “A nurse’s uniform?” She repeated, interested in that image.
Boyd shrugged, like it was only to be expected. “Sometimes you’re a sultry concubine.”
“That’s wrong in so many ways.”
