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DARYL

I peer through the cracked-open storeroom door, watching Cady work and feeling like a total creeper.

To keep her dad’s spies from reporting back to him, I left my truck at home, snuck through the bushes, and broke into the library’s back room again. The stalker-vibes are real and gross, but necessary to keep our love a secret, so I’ll have to embrace them for now, despite how much I’d like to shatter the illusion this sleepy town is under, by declaring my love for her from the rooftops. It would open a few eyes and a few clattering jaws, that’s for sure.

I lean closer, straining to hear what she’s chatting about with Danielle Peters.

“… be a fun night. The Thompson’s are so generous to offer up their big old barn — though I think they only did it, so they’d get some help to tidy it up,” Danielle says, while Cady stamps her books. “That thing is like a museum of old garbage.”

“A real piece of history,” Cady agrees.

“It would have been easier for them to have it in one of their other barns or sheds. They’ve got about a million of them, but I guess those don’t have the same… character .”

Cady nods along. “Character is important.”

Danielle ducks down to look Cady in the face. “You don’t sound too excited about the social gathering of the season. Are you not going?”

Cady shrugs. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to. Dad’s been pretty involved, so he’ll want to be there, and I know Michelle is going, so I can’t ask her to stay with Mom… It’ll depend on if Mom’s having a good day or not, if I can bring her along. But I don’t really have anything to wear, and if I’m honest, I’ll probably have more fun at home reading a book.”

Her tone is lifeless and resigned, and I make a mental note to help her find a babysitter for her mom, because even though she does love to read, I think the truth is that she’d actually love to go to a fucking barn dance and let her hair down. I may have to figure out a way to keep her dad from attending, so she can do it guilt-free…

“Well, that’s a shame. It’d be a great place for a sweet girl like you to meet a nice man. I know your father has very high standards, but there must be someone he wouldn’t mind you dating. What about that Miller kid? He’s quite impressive. I heard your father speaking about him the other day — he only had good things to say. Maybe he’d approve?”

Cady looks up from the books she’s ordered into a pile. “Hansen Miller? He’s nineteen . And openly gay, despite everyone very inappropriately trying to deny it and convince him otherwise.” She sighs so loudly, I can feel it as much as hear it from where I am. “Clearly, my father and I have different criteria when it comes to finding me a romantic match, and I don’t intend to turn up to a barn dance, for Hansen and me to be humiliated by the warped intentions of others. So thanks for the heads-up. Social event of the season or not, it’s a definite no from me.” She slides Danielle’s books across her desk in a very clear, We’re done here , gesture.

Danielle collects the books and clutches them to her chest. “You’re a bit snippy today, Cadence. You’re usually so sweet and wholesome, and I’m only trying to help. I know you won’t want to be single forever, and you’ll catch more flies with sugar, you know.”

Cady gives her a strained smile. “Thank you for the advice, Ms. Peters. I’ll remember that gem if I ever find myself wanting to catch and marry a fly. You have a nice day, now.” She waves her off and excuses herself from the desk to head my way — to the off-limits back room, where nosy townspeople aren’t welcome to pry.

I press myself back against the wall, so she doesn’t see me and give a surprised scream or something while Danielle Peters is still in earshot.

Cady enters, closes the door behind her, and leans against it with a frustrated groan.

“Tough day at the office, Babe?” I ask quietly, opening my arms for a hug.

She jumps, snaps her head my way and grins. She rushes toward me and jumps into my arms. “Not anymore,” she whispers back, before laying a hot and heavy kiss on me.

I tug up her long skirt, getting it out of the way so she can wrap her legs around me. My hands find her ass bare, and I utter a grunt of approval as I give it a hearty squeeze. “ Cadence Malone . You seem to have forgotten to put on underwear.”

“Scandalous, isn’t it?” Her eyes are sparkling, and there’s an energy radiating off her that I adore.

“You’re late,” she whispers, rubbing herself against me as I stroke her pussy. “I thought you might not be coming.”

“I had to go to Morrinsville this morning.”

“You did?” Her brow etches with cute furrows. “Why?”

“I needed to pick up a few things.” I pull a folded slip of paper from my back pocket. “This is the latest copy of my bloodwork. Vince knows a guy at the lab there, who could fast-track my results.” I hand them over. “I want you to trust that I’m clean as a whistle, because I am desperate to push my cock inside your sweet cunt and come so hard I could scream.”

Cady’s breath quickens. She flips open the paper, scans the results, folds them again, and passes them back. “Thank you. Is now too soon to fuck me?”

I chuckle quietly. “You want to check if Dani Peters has definitely gone first? She could have her ear pressed against the door, knowing her.”

Cady sighs, extracts herself from me, and mutters to herself as she walks over to the door. “Nosy fucking… She cracks open the door, peeks out, and then hangs her head. She takes a visibly deep breath, lifts her chin, opens the door a little wider, and calls, “I’ll be right with you, Mr. James.” She closes herself back in and presses her forehead against the door. “Half an hour till closing. Half an hour till closing.”

I walk up behind her, dip my face to her neck and give her a nuzzling kiss. “Half an hour until I fuck your brains out,” I whisper.

She gasps and turns around, and I press her into the door with my body. “I also got you a present while I was out.”

“Oh yeah?” she whispers, her eyes huge.

“Mmhm.” I reach for the velvet box I’d set on a nearby shelf and open the lid for her to look inside.

Cady trails her fingers over the collection of sleek, black ass plugs with the flared, diamanté bases.

“I thought you might like to expand your toy collection,” I say, enjoying the marked interest in her expression. “They range in size, so you can work your way up to taking my cock. But only if that’s what you want,” I say firmly. “Do you approve?”

She wets her lips. “They’re very pretty.”

“Just like you.”

She glances at me and smiles, but her attention quickly returns to the training kit. “Can we use one today?” she asks, before clearing her throat and suppressing the excitement she’s clearly feeling.

I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. “Baby, we can use one right now. I’d love for you to go sit at your desk and stew for the next half hour. Turn your ass around.”

Her eyes twinkle at me, as I take out the smallest plug and put it in my mouth. I reach for the sachet of lube in my back pocket and nod my head for her to do as I’ve asked. “Hands on the door and bend over so I can feed your cute little starfish.”

Cady does as she’s told, her breathing fast and shallow. I gently nudge her legs a bit wider with my foot, and lift her long skirt up over her gorgeous, round rump. “Hello, beautiful.” I kneel down to lick at her moist slit, and then her puckered little asshole.

She clenches her ass. “ Daryl ,” she scolds in a whisper.

“ What? ” I say in an innocent tone. I chuckle and spread her cheeks to massage some lube into and around her tightest hole. She fights me a little, and I give her a gentle nip on the ass. “Relax for me, Cady.”

She releases the tension in her buttocks, and I reward her by sucking on her clit. She utters a sweet breath and opens beautifully for me. I massage her asshole again and tongue her wet pussy, as I slide the little plug inside her. Her sphincter grabs it in a good hold, and I give it a little jiggle, to make her squirm a bit, before I lower her skirt back down and guide her to stand.

“How does that feel, gorgeous? Good?”

She looks at me and nods, but her eyes are glazed and unfocussed. She’s already panting and shifting from foot to foot, and I’ve got the feeling she’ll be dripping with arousal by the time she’s ready to lock the library door to the public. That’ll be just perfect.

“Good.” I give her a grin and turn her toward the door. “Enjoy your next half hour. I’ll be waiting right here, ready to make you come all over my cock.” I send her on her way with a strategically placed slap on her ass, and I am head-over-heels in love with the way she grips the doorframe for support while she moans. She gives me an I’m going to get you for this sensational tease look over her shoulder when she reaches for the handle, and she walks out, swinging her hips like she’s enjoying herself.