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“Can you help me find a book?” Oakley removes his hands from my face and slides into the chair beside mine with a cheeky grin. He’s made of mischief today, practically buzzing with excess energy.
“Why are you so...hyped?” I ask.
“I cut through the park to meet you. There was a charity car wash going on.” He grins at me. “Bikinis.”
I sigh and shake my head at him, knowing that it wasn’t the beautiful babes in bikinis that got him all riled up. He’s stuffed, having fed off the sexual energy of the crowd.
“You still want to go out for dinner?” I ask him.
“My food stomach is empty,” he whines with a wink.
“Fine. Let’s find this book you need and get going.” I know I won’t be able to concentrate on what I need with him bouncing beside me, so I point to the large book and ask Oakley to carry it back for me.
“Jeez, what did your last slave die of?” he grumbles.
“Orgasms. But if you don’t want to help me…”
“I’ve got it!” He snatches the book from the table, and I laugh at his enthusiasm. He’s fun when he’s like this, rather than dark and brooding all the time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy as hell, but I enjoy the lighter, more playful side of him too.
He drags me to a dark and dusty corner of the library…I mean, it’s pretty deserted and the books don’t look like they’ve been touched in years, but it’s not literally dusty. Violet runs a tight ship.
“Are you sure the book you need is back here?” I say, turning to Oakley with a frown.
“Yep. I’m like, 75% sure,” he replies with a wink.
“Okay, what am I looking for?” I turn back to the shelves and start perusing the titles before he answers.
“It’s a book on the Kama Sutra.”
“Oak, if you want a sex book, I can just order you one online. Or we could go to the Magical Rooster and see what they stock. Borrowing a sex book from a library is just nasty.” I crinkle my nose up in disgust.
“First, you did the exact same thing with that trashy, cheesy paperback of yours.”
I open my mouth to respond but he places a finger over my lips to stop me.
“Second, the nasty is part of the appeal.”
“Huh?”
“All that lust from its readers is practically ingrained in the pages. It would be as novel as smell-o-vision.”
“Please, sex smells gross. I do not want sex smell-o-vision.”
“If you think sex smells gross, you’re not doing it right, sweetheart.” He leers, and damn him if the temperature around me doesn’t rise by a couple of degrees.
“Cut that out!” I chide, but his face is a pantomime of innocence. I sigh. “Let’s find this book and get out of here.”
He gives me a wicked grin and watches as I turn back to the shelves again, searching for the tangible sex book he can feel. Ick. I sense Oak’s heated gaze on me as I reach up to check out the taller shelves, stretching on tip-toes, my top riding up to expose my lower back. My skin tingles under his scrutiny.
I bend to check the bottom shelf, and he hisses. Seconds later his fiery hands land on my hips as he pushes up against me, holding me in place so that I can’t rise.
“Oak—” I warn.
“Shush.”
His hands slide under my top and trail over my skin like silk. I warm under his touch, my eyelids fluttering closed as I press back against him with a quiet groan. Lost in the moment, his lips find my bare shoulder and I forget where we are as I reach up to wrap and arm around his neck. Pulling him closer, I tilt my head to the side and encourage him to kiss my neck. The sensitive skin there tingles under his rough stubble.
Spinning me around, he pulls me up and swallows my squeal of surprise with a kiss. He pins me against the shelves, the hard edges pressing into my back, but I can’t bring myself to care. Lost in his touch, I wrap my legs around his waist, and as he lifts me into his strong arms, I wrap mine around his neck. Oakley grinds against me and I whimper, needing more. Luckily, he gets the message and slides a hand under my skirt and skims the edge of my underwear. Pulling my panties to one side, he slowly pushes a finger into my wet folds, and this time, I grind down on him. I need more. He brushes his thumb against my clit and hips buck.
