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“You could also benefit from a little serotonin,” he utters in a seductive tone at my ear.
“Keep talking.”
“Dopamine.” He trails his warm tongue along the length of my neck.
“That’s so fucking sexy.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?” Foster nips at my chin. “You really like this?”
“Shut up.” I grab his ass, tugging him against me. “What else do you have?”
“Endorphins.” His mouth seals to mine. “Lots of endorphins.” He kisses me soft and slow, like a drawn-out dream playing across my lips.
“What are they?”
“An endurance chemical that keeps me going all”—his lips press to my neck—“night”—his fingers slide under the fabric of my shirt—“long.” His palm cups my breast.
“I love endorphins,” I sigh, unfastening his belt buckle as he continues to slay the sensitive skin on my throat. “Bless endorphins and all their dorphi-ness.”
“You might be more partial to oxytocin.”
“Oh, yeah?” Unbuttoning his pants, I reach down into his shorts and grip his ready erection. “What does that do?”
He grunts. “I’ll show you.”
Foster dips his palms under the hem of my skirt and trails his hands along my thighs. He hooks his fingers around the elastic of my panties, pulling downward until gravity takes them. I step out of the small piece of fabric while he tries to make haste of my top.
“Aren’t there security cameras we need to worry about?” I question, mid lift of my shirt.
He peers over both shoulders, scanning the walls and ceiling. Hauling me up by my ass, he carries me about ten feet to the left and into a shadowed portion of the stacks. Foster assesses the area one more time and then continues where he left off, relieving me of my blouse.
“We’re out of view here,” he states, unhooking my bra. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“I’ve never had sex in a library before,” I admit, helping his pants and boxers find their way to the floor.
“You think we’re going to have sex?”
“Why else would we be taking off our clothes?”
He tightens his mouth, withholding his enjoyment.
“Don’t you tease me, Foster Blake.”
He grabs my thighs, wraps them around his waist, and then presses me firmly to the bound volumes at my back. I hold tight to his shoulders as he tauntingly slides his length through my folds.
“Do you mean like this?” he asks.
“No.” I bite my lip, struggling with patience. “Not like that.”
“What do you mean then?”
“You…in me…now.”
He chuckles against my cheek. “I love you and your crazy mouth.”
“And I love you inside me.”
As if it were a command, Foster finds my waiting entrance and thrusts himself deep into me.
