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“Actually, it’s a Spring ordinance against excessive public drunkenness.”
“Pity. I feel so deceived by the fancy casing.”
“That will teach you not to judge a scroll by its tube.”
“The mouth on you,” I flirted. “Are we still talking about paper?”
Pink stained her ears. “You are an unrepentant rake.”
How tempting, the way Briar struggled to preserve a semblance of formality, despite the tremor in her voice. I was a glutton for this reaction. Her struggle to remain calm sent my blood racing.
Tart apples and fresh parchment wafted off her skin, inciting a myriad of immoral thoughts, all of which involved Briar plastered against the books and her wrists tacked above her head whilst I snapped my hips between her thighs. I pictured her moans hitting a volume that flooded the library.
My greedy fingers itched to grab. The gush of blood plummeted to my cock. If things kept on like this, my prick would be stuck in this position for the rest of its life. That would make it difficult to juggle.
It took far too much stamina to behave myself. The thought brought a smirk to my face.
“Astute, as ever,” I intoned against the crook of her neck. “I imagine you would have a lot more to teach me.” I returned the scroll to the shelf, then lowered my voice to a wily timbre. “Turn around.”
Her voice came out as straight as a ruler. “We will be caught.”
“Perish the thought,” I rhymed, grabbing her hips and walking her backward into the aisle.
The princess smacked my wrists, trying to admonish me into letting her go—until my mouth latched onto the side of her neck. She gasped, and the back of her head dropped onto my shoulder.
Humming, I greeted her properly and deeply. My lips drew on her skin, and my tongue plied the sensitive flesh. Briar’s mouth fell open, and her eyelids fanned like moth wings. The best part occurred when she threaded our fingers together over her hips and squeezed.
“Oh,” she sighed. “Seasons. You are so disrespectful.”
The crook of her throat muffled my devious laugh. Like that, I pulled her into the shadows. In the quiet, Briar’s shaky pants and my low rumble filled the space.
Reaching a safe distance from the cataloger’s desk, I dragged her behind the last row, towed my lips from that delectable pulse point, and spun her to face me. Our foreheads skidded together, our open mouths hovering closely. It took supreme effort to contain the pubescent grin threatening to ruin my devilish one.
A blush splashed across her face. I knew why. This was our first encounter since I left her bed last night.
Intent on darkening that blush, I descended and crushed my mouth to hers. My tongue split open Briar’s lips, probing and mimicking a rather naked act. Her mouth folded under me, lips clutching and radiating moist heat. As I licked into the princess, a small appreciative noise curled from her chest and traveled to mine.
Damnation.
The instant my mouth peeled away from Briar, a puff of air blew from her swollen lips. “Poet,” she breathed.
My response came out drugged. “Aye, Your Highness?”
“I wish you did not have to call me that.”
“Aye, My Thorn?”
“If someone sees, I shall tell them you abducted me.”
“Be my guest,” I encouraged. “Now then, what are you meddling in down here? Tell me or I’ll continue to violate you.”
“Are you always this insolent?”
“Do I need to answer that?”
She withheld an aroused chuckle, then cleared her throat, a red splotch developing there. “I was …”
“Hmm,” I cooed. “Something amiss, Highness? You look flushed. Did someone fondle you inappropriately? Tell this jester at once, and the perpetrator shall endure a slow and agonizing castration.”
