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Instinctively, I choke on my breath and scramble to my feet. His boots hammer the wooden, creaking floors beneath the red and gold carpet, and my heart pounds. I’m torn between revealing myself and hiding. Stifling a laugh, I choose the second option. Truth be told, the book has captured my fancy, and I’m not looking forward to being forced to put it down. The lust of before has been quenched by the thrill of fulfilling fantasies of adventure and liberty. I’d be content if he left me alone in this heaven on earth to stuff myself full of as much knowledge as I can consume.
As he rounds each bookcase, I duck behind another, hoping he’ll give up. But this man is persistent. He steps around mine, and I scurry into the nook next to it.
“Olivia,” he barks. “I see the hem of your dress.”
I sigh.Drats.
“What are you doing out of the room?” he asks as I step out before him, looking down at my slippers.
My belly churns, but my heartbeat pounds into my nipples. He stalks toward me, and I grip the book. Now, I’m not so sure what I want, because my cunt is doing that thing where it gets excited in his presence. My body grows weak at the thought of him yelling in my face before bending me over and claiming me. But my heart beats hard with the hope that he doesn’t rob me of my literary escape.
Lifting my head to look at him, I lock into his darkened gaze. My breathing shortens, and my insides melt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm. I just love books,” I start.
“And you knew there was a library here?” he asks, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he crooks his brow at me.
I clear my throat, and my cheeks burn. My chest rises and falls. My breasts try to break free of this day dress. I swallow before releasing a heavy breath. But I dig my heels into the ground, rubbing the hard cover for comfort. “Okay, I needed to stretch my legs, and I found it when I decided to go for a walk. I’m sorry for leaving the room. But I’m so glad I found this library because I do love to read.”
He reaches for the book, and I clutch it close to me. He drops his dark eyebrows and wiggles his fingers. I gulp, handing it over to him. He strokes the binding of the book and grins when he sees the title and the author.
“Ah, no wonder you’re so stubborn. These are the things you love to read?” He waves it around.
I narrow my eyes on him. “If stubborn is what you call a woman stating her opinion and advocating for her freedom, then yes, I’m stubborn. And this is more than just a mere thing. This is world changing.” I stick my chin up at him and point at the book.
He sighs, reaching out to stroke my chin, and I shiver, swallowing hard as he hands the joyous brick of pages back to me. My breath shakes when I pull it from his hands. “Thank you.”
He nods. “Very well.” He steps in closer to me. “If you love books so much, then you may stay.”
I gasp, smiling. I can’t help it. My cheeks hurt. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes.” He brushes his knuckles across my cheek and down my neck, sweeping my loose curls over my shoulder.
I tremble. “You’re not mad?” He smiles. Every time he does that now, I lose myself. A soft sigh escapes my lips.
“Do you infuriate me? Yes.” He nods before placing his hands on the wall and bookcase on either side of me, pinning me into the nook. His hard body presses against my tender frame, and my nipples expand, straining beneath my stays. I bite my lip. My entire body tingles. My blood flutters in my chest. It’s becoming harder to catch my breath. He grins when I lick my lips, and my breath rattles.
“Should I be upset? Probably.” He groans. “But I think we can work out an arrangement that satisfies both of us.”
He dips so that he can press his nose against my neck, burrow it into my hair, scrape his beard against my skin, and nibble on my collarbone. I’m parched as he presses his hardness into my thighs, teasing me with its shielded strokes against my dress.
“What…” My whole body moves with me as I try to catch a breath. “Arrangement…” I sigh, leaning into him and letting my forehead fall against his. “Is that?” I pant.
“You…” He trails his index finger down the centre of my neck. “Can stay here…” he whispers against my ear, disturbing the peach fuzz. “If I get something in return.”
I gasp and shudder as my cunt weeps. By barely touching me, he can bring me to climax, and I moan, biting my lip and clutching onto him, with my arms around his neck, shaking through my release. Panting, I look up at him when I can finally speak. Shaking my head, I grin. “You always want something in return,” I whisper against his lips.
Running my hand through his dirty-blond hair, I rake my eyes over his face. He’s dangerous, not just for obvious reasons. But he’s so stunning, one could suffer heart failure being this close to him. His dark-blue eyes twinkle, and his blushing hooked nose brushes against mine. His long, dark-blond lashes dance against my cheek.
He bites his own lip and grins. “Do I?” he asks as his eyes flutter close, and he leans into me.
Chapter Thirty
Adam
Shemoansasourlips meet. The book falls from her hand behind me when she presses her breasts into my chest. Pulling away, I grin. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You said you wanted to read. So, read,” I say, turning to pick up the book.
“It can wait,” she groans, fussing with the ties of her dress. Pausing her, I shake my head and place the book in her hand.
“Leave the dress on,” I grunt. “I like you in red.”
