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I sit across from him and cross my legs, letting the hem of my dress ride up and expose the top of my thigh.

He watches as I lick my finger to turn the page.

“Foxy, do you wake up thinking about ways you can frustrate me?” he asks.

I lean over and whisper in his ear, “No, but I go to bed thinking about them.”

He growls, and in one swoop, he snatches the book from my hand, tosses it aside, picks me up, and plants me on the edge of the counter.

He wedges himself between my legs and brings his mouth to mine as he glides his hands up my skirt.

I tug his shirt from the waist of his jeans and start unbuttoning it. My fingers can’t move fast enough. Once I get to the top button, he shrugs it off his shoulders and leans back to pull his white undershirt off and drop it on the floor.

I rake my nails through his sprinkling of dark chest hair and down his rigid abs to the button of his jeans. I undo his button and watch as he slides his jeans down. He kicks them to the side and comes back to me, and my hand finds him hard and ready. I wrap my fingers around him and tug gently, and he groans.

“I have fantasized about having sex in this café,” I confess.

He gives me a devilish grin. “I’m happy to make that one come true.”

“I’ve been wanting to touch you since you told me you loved me. I thought we’d never get rid of Pierce,” I tell him as I slide my hand as far as I can and back up.

“Oh yeah? You should have told me to call him a damn car service,” he grits out.

“We don’t have any of those.”

He moans. “I would’ve made Morris take him.”

His hands are rubbing circles on the top of my thighs, and he slowly moves them up to bring the hem of my skirt with them. I bear up, so he can slide it to my waist. Then, he takes the back of his hand and runs his knuckles over the front of my soaking panties, and my legs start to shake as he grazes my clit. He groans at my reaction, and then he slips a finger under the lace and glides it through my wetness before pumping it inside of me.

“Oh, yes,” I cry as I remove my hand from him and undo the buttons on my blouse. I drop it down my arms and unclasp my bra. I toss them to the floor and bring my arms back to brace myself against the counter.

I close my eyes and throw my head back as he adds another finger. Then, he dips his head to lick my breast. He plays for just a few moments before he loses his patience, removes his fingers, and rips my panties down my legs. I open my eyes just as he glides on a condom, grabs my hips, and yanks me forward. I let out a surprised yelp and then watch as he spreads my legs wide to give himself better access.

Then, he reaches back for one of the stools and pulls it closer, so he can sit before me. His fingers find their way back to my opening. He uses his finger and thumb to work me up into a maddening frenzy, and then he brings his mouth to my center and starts to lap at me gently.

“Garrett,” I manage to breathe out as I grab his hair and hold on.

He sucks my clit between his teeth and bites down lightly, and I buck off the counter.

That’s when he kicks the stool back, and his mouth leaves me.

I let out a whimper, and he stands and lifts me onto my feet. He turns me and bends me over the counter, and then he guides my skirt over my ass.

He palms one cheek, and then he gives it a quick slap before he leans over me and says into my ear, “Such a naughty librarian.”

“Yes,” I answer.

He gives me another quick smack, and I moan.

I can feel the heat radiating off my skin. He slides his hand soothingly over the spot just before he plants a gentle kiss there. Then, he takes his knee and spreads my legs.

I am all sensation. I feel his heat and the rise and fall of his chest against my back and the cool wood against my tight nipples.

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites down gently.

A shiver runs down my spine.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Stop teasing me, Garrett. I need you inside of me now,” I demand.

“Let me make sure you’re ready,” he says as he guides his hand between my legs again. “Oh, yes, you’re definitely ready,” he muses.

“Garrett …”

My plea dies on my lips as he thrusts into me from behind.

Finally.

I bear up to give him plenty of access, and he takes the opportunity to bring his hands around to my front. He cups my breasts as he pumps into me, and his thumbs circle my aching nipples.

I begin to push up onto the toe of my heels to meet his hips and rock into him. I can feel the warmth spreading down my spine to my core. He releases one of my breasts, and his thumb finds my clit. He presses into me with the perfect pressure my body needs to let go, and I slam my hands against the top of the counter, sending the newspaper flying as my legs quake from the orgasm shooting through me.

“Yes,” I cry as the euphoria rushes over my limbs and I melt into the wood.

He continues to pump in and out until he releases into me with a groan. Spent, he falls against my back, and we just lie there, holding each other until our heart rates settle. Then, he kisses my neck and stands.

I get to my feet, a little shaky on my heels, and turn to face him.

He wraps me in his arms and kisses me gently. “I love you. I hope that lived up to the fantasy.”

I grab the glasses that fell from my face and slide them back on my nose. “I hope it lived up to yours,” I say.

He chuckles as he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, and then he carries me up the stairs.

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