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I didn’t bother knocking on the closed door with the number three on it and burst in.
The action startled the woman who stood in front of a high metal exam table, a tiny dog standing on it. It was smaller than a cat. A Pomeranian? Teacup Poodle? I had no clue. Their heads swiveled and their gazes met mine in unison.
Thiswas little Melly Harwood? She was a gorgeous redhead who I’d clearly startled because the hand on the back of the littlest dog I’d ever seen flew to her chest. She stared at me with wide eyes behind dark glasses.
Holy shit, she was fucking pretty.
Her mouth dropped open and all that came to mind were filthy thoughts of what I could put between those gloss-coated lips. Her hair was half up, half down and fell below her shoulders in soft waves. The fiery color contrasted with her pale skin.
The only thing similar between the she-vixen I imagined trapping random men and the woman in front of me was that she was little.Little Melly Harwoodreally was small.
I had no idea what I expected, but not… her. Not the petite, curvy thing in a pair of snug black pants and a soft, forest green sweater. I didn’t know much about women’s clothing, but I knew the color of the damned forest. A crisp collar of a white dress shirt showed at her neckline and the bottom peeked out at the sweater’s hem as if she was trying to be a little wild.
Her outfit was ridiculously conservative for someone in her early twenties, like she shopped at an old ladies clothing store. Somehow, the modest and trim fit only accented her curvy figure. How was it even possible that combo was sexy as hell?
Since when did I get hard for women close to twenty years younger?
Not women.Woman.
Her.
“Melly Harwood?” I asked, my voice gruff.
The woman blinked behind those glasses as she nodded.
Every single inch of her screamed sexy librarian. Shit, she actually was one.
That only made my fingers itch–and my dick twitch–to mess her all up. Get that hair all tangled from my hands as I held her in place as I throat fucked her. To get some of my cum splattered on those prim clothes so everyone knew she liked to be defiled.
If she wanted my attention, needed me to fuck her, all she had to do was ask. There was no need to accuse me of anything. I volunteered because if there was a woman who needed to get railed, it was her. I’d rail her as hard as she needed. Spank her ass for being naughty. Punish her so she wouldn’t do it again. Then make her come because she was a good girl for taking all of me so well.
I took a step back. Where had my mind gone? My need for her was instant and intense. Since when did I look at a woman and thinkdefile and rail?
Throat fuck? Cum splattered?
I wasn’t sure if those thoughts made me fucking old or a creep.
My dick said neither, that I was a healthy, horny man who saw someone he wanted to get down and dirty with.
She didn’t look like she was pregnant, or the kind of woman who might try to trap me. Hell, she didn’t look like she’d ever had sex.
I stifled a groan at the thought because I never knew that fucking a prim, virgin librarian was an unfulfilled kink of mine.
“You messaged me,” I said finally. “Multiple times.”
Her wide eyes narrowed and she pushed her glasses up with one hand, the other on the tiny dog’s back. “I messaged you?” she asked, her voice soft, melodic, although laced with surprise, as if someone like her would ever get in touch with someone like me.
I nodded, crossed my arms. “Said I got you pregnant.”
Her mouth fell open again. Even wider this time. Shit.
“You got me… what?” she whispered the words as if she was too stunned to speak at full volume.
“Pregnant,” I repeated, waiting to tell her she was a very bad girl.
“I… um, think I’d remember if we had sex.” A furious blush stole across her cheeks and she glanced away, putting her fingers over her lips as if the words just fell out. The dog–more fluffy tan fur than substance–lifted his head and nudged her elbow, not wanting to be ignored, so her hand dropped to stroke his back some more.
Smart dog. I’d like to be stroked by that small hand. My dick was trying to punch through my jeans to get to that hand.
