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“You love me,” I repeated.
His forehead crinkled in a frown like he was suddenly worried that I didn’t feel the same but wasn’t willing to take the declaration back. “That’s right.”
My focus darted between his eyes as my world began to spin so fast I felt like I was on a carnival ride out of control. The man I’d wanted since the moment I got into town, my dream man, the one I thought I’d never have, had just told me he loved me. It didn’t feel real.
I pinched the shit out of my arm. “Ouch!”
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted, swatting the pinching hand out of the way so he could inspect the arm that had sustained the damage. “What the hell, baby? Why’d you do that?”
“I needed to make sure this was real, that I didn’t dream it.”
The worry melted away from his chiseled features, replaced with a smile that lit up my entire freaking world. “Not a dream, Dove. This is very real. I love you so much it scares the shit out of me, but I’m willing to push through that fear, because you’re worth it.”
I couldn’t say anything at the moment. I was feeling too much to be able to put any of it into words, so I lunged forward and sealed my mouth to his, desperate to show him how I felt about him until I could say it.
The kiss was starving and frantic. He crushed my body to his, his large hand roaming everywhere as his tongue slicked against mine. I dug my nails into his shoulders as I tried to get closer, deeper. But it still wasn’t enough.
Ripping my mouth from his, I was panting like I’d just run a hundred-yard dash as I moved to the office door and threw the lock.
Holton’s eyes went from curious to heated in an instant. “Love that look you’ve got in your eyes right now, but are you sure this is the time and place?”
I let my gaze rake down his body, my tongue coming out and dragging across my kiss-swollen bottom lip as I took in the noticeable tent in the front of his pants. I knew how big my man was and having that steel rod trapped behind a zipper had to have been uncomfortable. And I was going to relieve that pain.
“Oh, I’m absolutely sure.” When I was close enough, he reached for me, but I evaded his hands and dropped to my knees right in front of him.
“Lyric, baby. You don’t have to do that.”
I massaged his cock through his uniform pants as I looked up at him through the fan of my lashes. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” I felt him swell even thicker beneath my touch. “You always get to taste me. Now it’s my turn to taste you.”
Ilovedhow much my man loved eating my pussy. He couldn’t get enough. If given the chance, he would have gladly spent days at a time with his face buried between my thighs, anddamn, but he was good at it. But I’d been dying to get my mouth around his cock for weeks, and I wasn’t going to let him talk me out of it.
A groan rumbled up his throat and he rocked his hips forward as I continued to rub him through his clothes. “But you’re going to have to be quiet, Holton. Library rules.”
His pupils exploded, the black swallowing up all that lovely pale green as he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling in huge breaths. “Are you my dirty little librarian, baby?”
God, I loved it when he talked dirty to me. I loved that I was the only one who ever got to see that side of him. It was all for me. Only me.
“Oh, absolutely so dirty.” My voice came out smoky and sensual, deep with lust and want. “And I’m about to show you what happens when naughty boys don’t return their library books on time.”
Holton’s throat worked on a thick swallow, a fine sheen of sweat forming around his hairline. “Oh, fuck me. Lyric, that’s the sexiest goddamn thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I tapped the front of his gun belt to get his attention. “Take this off so I can get to your fat cock, baby.”
He made quick work of wrenching off the belt and carefully draped it across the back of my desk chair, then leaned his hips against the edge of my desk so I had room to play.
I made quick work of unzipping his pants and folded my fingers around the waistband, pulling them and his underwear down to mid-thigh, just enough to free his cock and make his balls handy. His erection sprang free, long and veiny and beefy, the tip weeping with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight of it and I was so wet I knew my thong was ruined. That was what he did to me. He drove me wild, always.
I hummed in anticipation and licked my lips.
“You like what you see, Lyric?” Holton asked on a rasp. “You hungry for my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathed out on a barely-there whisper.
“Then show me how badly you want it. Open that mouth wide and swallow it down. I want to hear you choke on it.”
Jesus. When Holton got dirty, he went from zero to sixty in an instant. And I was fucking.Here. For. It. He was the goddamn king of dirty talk. If it was an Olympic sport, he’d getallllllthe medals. I wanted to grade him just so I could give him all the As and gold stars.
But more, I wanted to do exactly as he’d told me. I grabbed him by the base of his thick shaft and held him steady as I leaned in and closed my lips around the bulbous head. I flicked my tongue against that little slit in the crown, humming at the saltiness of his precum before hollowing out my cheeks and sucking.
