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“This is definitely not what we should be doing in the library right now,” Rumi whispers against my lips.

I have her trapped between my arms in a dark corner of the Northshore Public Library, having stopped by when she texted me that she and Ava were bringing Evee to an event with a local author of a popular children’s book.

I’ve been feeling like a teenager lately with how much I want to get into her pants, reminding myself that we are taking things slow, but the memory of the night in the bed of my truck, feeling her fall apart on my fingers, seeing the way she looked when she comes, has been on my mind for weeks now.

The two of us have yet to get past what I can only consider as heavy petting—steamy makeout sessions in the car, teetering on the edge of second base, and me going home with no other choice but to jack off in the shower.

But tomorrow night is the night. My mom is watching Evee overnight, and Rumi is spending the night at my place.

“We’re going to get caught,” she whispers, but I press my lips to hers, feeling her moan against me as I grip her hips tight, pushing against her so she can feel how much I want her. “I have to get back to Evee and Ava.”

And I need something to hold me over until tomorrow—the anticipation is killing me, and I know it’s killing her too.

“What you need to do is stay quiet.” I’ve been coming to this library since I was a kid, and I know no one ever comes back into this section of government documents, right next to the microfilm and archive room.

I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, my hands begging to lift her sexy little sundress up to see what she has on underneath.

Are they the white lace panties, like the ones I snuck into my back pocket when we were folding up the blankets after the drive-in movie?

Or are they like the pink ones with flowers that she wore to bed last night, giving me a naughty sneak peek during our reading date on FaceTime when I asked what she was wearing under the T-shirt of mine.

“How am I supposed to go back and listen to the read aloud of When The Sun Sets all hot and bothered?” Her voice is breathy, and I know by the way she fists the fabric of my station T-shirt that she doesn’t want me to stop.

“You just need something to take the edge off,” I say, lining kisses along the scar on her collarbone.

“You know, I was going to talk to the author about what I told you last weekend.”

Rumi mentioned having an idea for a children’s book about a chameleon that teaches kids about different emotions, and I’m happy to hear she’s still thinking about it and not writing it off as a “silly dream” like she tried doing with me.

“Are you, now?” I whisper as I bend to kiss across her chest, sliding my tongue against her soft skin.

I may or may not have mentioned Rumi’s idea to Ava, along with this author event I saw on a flyer posted on the bulletin board at the fire station.

I’ve realized with Ava’s scheming that if I can’t beat her, then I might as well join her.

“I thought you’d be more surprised,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair, pulling lightly at the ends, causing me to look up at her.

“By you? Not at all.” I kiss her nose. “I can read you like my favorite book, which will be the one you write. You’re going to go talk to that author to get this ball rolling with publishing your own children’s book.

” I nip at her lips, fisting the fabric of her sundress. “But I need to make you come first.”

She gasps, but I swallow it, kissing her hard before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Every time I taste her, I’m hit with the highest high—one I never want to come down from.

I lift her dress, not having time to tease her like I did at the drive-in—or how I plan on doing tomorrow. Right now, I just need my fix of her, quick and dirty.

Feeling her through her panties, I groan at how wet she already is just from my mouth, both the way I’m kissing her and the dirty things I whisper into her ear.

“So wet for me,” I whisper, her head leaning back on the shelf behind us as I circle her clit through her underwear.

“You do that so well,” she praises, and it hits me right in the cock, loving her praise as much as I love praising her.

Pulling her underwear to the side, I push two fingers inside of her, eliciting the most beautiful gasp. She bites her lip as I continue to circle her clit with my thumb, trying to stay quiet. I kiss down her neck, sucking on that sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Don’t give me a hickey. Not after I teased Ava about hers.” I chuckle against her skin.

Rumi and I quickly learned we weren’t the only ones fooling around during our double date to the drive-in theater.

“I can’t make any promises,” I say just before I bite at the spot before soothing it with my tongue.

Pumping my fingers in and out of her, she begins to move her hips with me, bringing one leg around my waist as I grab her ass, keeping her steady.

“I’m gonna come,” she breathes as she rides my fingers, and I kiss her hard, sending her right off the edge.

She moans against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm on my hand, and it takes everything in me to not embarrass myself like I did at the drive-in. “That’s my girl,” I say, pressing a kiss to her lips as she comes down, her lips moving against mine slow and languid, like we have all day.

She pulls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Your turn.” There’s a pink flush to her cheeks and mischief in her eyes as she drops to her knees.

“Rumi, baby. You’re going to be the death of me.” My head falls back, and I can barely contain the buzzing just below my skin. “Not here.”

“What happened to fucking the word ‘sorry’ right out of my mouth?” she repeats my words from the drive-in as she looks up at me, and the dirty words on her lips may be my undoing.

“You didn’t apologize for anything.” It’s a poor excuse, but it’s all I can come up with after hearing those words come out of her mouth.

“But I’m so, so sorry,” she coos, her full lips pouting.

“For what?” I ask her, a grin on my face as she puts on this show, one I am more than happy to be an audience for.

She ignores me, undoing the button of my pants, bringing the zipper down. “I’ve never done this before,” she admits quietly, but she moves as if she knows exactly what she’s doing—the confidence radiating off of her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Rumi,” I start to say, wanting to tell her that I don’t want her to do this because she feels like she has to reciprocate. I want her to do it because she wants to.

God knows I fucking do.

She ignores me again. “So you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

And that’s all it takes to have me convinced, not because she has me in the palm of her hand and wrapped around her finger all at the same time, but, even though she’s the one of her knees for me, I’m at her complete and utter mercy.

She lowers my pants and my boxer briefs just enough for my cock to spring free, the relief instant with how hard it was pressing against my zipper. Her eyes widen, like she likes what she sees, and I can’t lie and say it doesn’t boost my ego.

“You’re so big,” she says, lightly grabbing me by the base, her light touch sending a shiver through my entire body.

“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” I grit through my teeth, already seconds away from blowing my load, and she’s barely touched me. I wrap my hand around hers, showing her what kind of pressure I like, moving her hand with mine, up and down, as we stroke me together.

“Like that?” she asks, watching our hands move in tandem, and I can barely manage to nod, concentrating so hard on making this last.

“Yes, baby. Just like that,” I manage to say, slipping my hand from hers, gripping the shelves behind me with both hands to try to remain in some semblance of control.

I’m about to tell her I’m already so close, but I forget how to form words when she looks up at me and says, “You’re going to have to guide me through it.

” She presses a kiss to the head of my cock, and my knees threaten to buckle.

“We’re in a library, the perfect place to learn.

” The way her eyes are looking up at me like this could have me come right now. “So, teach me.”

Before I can say anything, her lips wrap around my dick, tentatively at first, her tongue swiping off the pre-cum leaking out of my slit, and one of my hands instinctively goes to the back of her head.

She carefully works me into her mouth, adjusting to my size and the feel of me, and I resist moving my hips, letting her find her own rhythm.

My fingers tangle in her hair as I fight the urge to take control, my eyes closing as she takes me further in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her tongue lines the underside of my shaft. “Yes, just like that,” I tell her, and she does it again, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my throat.

With my fingers in her hair, I gently start to guide her rhythm, seeing how far she can take me. “Relax your throat for me, baby,” I manage to tell her through heavy breaths, and she does, taking me almost to the hilt. It’s almost too much.

I don’t want to push her too far, but her hands come to my thighs, gripping me tightly as I continue guiding her with my hold on her hair. When my grip tightens, a moan escapes her lips, vibrating against my cock, and I almost lose it right then and there.

My hips begin moving on their own, thrusting into her mouth, and she takes it in stride. I pick up speed, feeling her moan around me as I tell her how well she sucks my cock.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I warn, but her grip on my thighs tightens, her pretty blue eyes hazy with lust. I thrust into her mouth, faster and faster, chasing my release as she watches me.

Her eyes on me are what send me over the edge, coming into her mouth as she sucks me dry, and it honestly feels like I’ve died and gone to what people call heaven.

“Stand up and don’t swallow,” I growl as she slowly drags her lips over me one last time.

She does what I say, as I come down from my high, already knowing that I will never, ever, have enough of this girl.

“Show me.” I bring my hand to her chin, forcing her to look directly in my eyes.

Her eyes slightly widen before she carefully opens her mouth, my cum on her tongue eliciting a wave of possessiveness throughout my entire body—my mind already thinking of all the different ways I plan on claiming her.

“Swallow,” I order, and she does.

I press a kiss to her forehead, wishing I could throw her over my shoulder and lock her in my bedroom for the rest of our days—the caveman part of my brain threatening to take over my entire being.

So instead, we make ourselves presentable before I give her a pat on the ass and tell her, “Now, get back to the read aloud.”

She bites her bottom lip, suppressing a smile. She gets up on her tiptoes to press a small kiss to my lips before turning around and heading down the long passage back out toward the light.

I follow close behind her, grabbing her hand as we walk down the few flights of stairs and back to the first floor where the author has just started reading her book to all the children and their grown-ups.

Squeezing her hand, wishing I didn’t have to let go and walk back over to the station, I lean down to whisper in her ear. “See you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

And tomorrow can’t come soon enough.