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“I don’t.”

I deny it even as I’m widening my legs in the chair. Leaning into the table with both elbows and arching my back just a little bit because it tilts my hips up and tilting my hips feels good.

Tilting my hips feels positively necessary.

He hops up on the tabletop, putting his jeans-clad thighs directly in front of my face. Raffe and Annie aren’t paying attention. West lowers his head toward me, drops his voice, and says, “What was I telling you about, Caro?”

“Copper pipes.”

“That was a while ago.”

“Threading tools.”

“Getting warmer.”

“Adhesives.”

He leans down and brushes his lips over my forehead. “Lucky guess. I’m always talking about adhesives.”

The way he says it, it sounds like he’s telling me he wants to lick my pussy. It sends a shiver racing down my back that tightens my nipples, liquefies my low belly, and lands between my legs with a wet kiss.

West gives me a wide, dirty smile. “What brought you over here anyway? I thought you were working on that paper.”

I was, but I got bored. Alone on the fourth floor of the library, my mind wandered, and it’s always dangerous to let my mind wander up there, because there’s too much West-and-Caroline history for my mind to get lost in.

Distracting history. The kind that makes it easy to convince myself I should take a break and come see how West’s project is coming along. Just in case he’s bored, too.

West never gets bored when he’s working in the studio.

He is, however, usually receptive to taking a certain type of break.

“Your sister’s at Nadine’s for the night,” I say.

His smirk widens, that wolfish gleam in his eyes intensifying. “I know.”

“So I was thinking.” I’m tracing a pattern on his thigh with one finger.

“What were you thinking?”

“Maybe we should do something we couldn’t normally do. Instead of just spend the whole evening apart, working.”

“You want to head over to the Union?” he asks. “Grab a slice of pizza?”

“I’m not sure I’m hungry for pizza.”

“What are you hungry for?”

I fold my arms over his thighs, because it gives me an excuse to grope them. He’s leaning in so close, our noses almost touch. “I’m not sure. Nothing sounds good.”

“I bet I could change your mind.”

“I should probably get back to the library.”

“I’ll walk you.”

He jumps down, roots around in his bag, and comes up with something closed in his fist that he pushes into his pocket.

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