In the next breath, he covered my mouth in a kiss. He tasted like Thai spice and leather, dark and heady, all consuming and overpowering. My hands instantly found his bulging arms beneath the fine thread of his vest. He turned me on, he loved my body, and I drove him to his knees with desire.
My hips bucked and rocked against his straining erection as I silently begged for more of him, feeling desperate, feeling like we’d taken forever to get here, even though it surely hadn’t been long enough. But living a lifetime without the person you were put on Earth to be with felt like a lifetime too.
Seven
Maxwell
I yanked away, my body panting as I felt the last vestiges of my control trailing from my brain and landing at my angry cock. I couldn’t do this, wasn’t ready, not yet. Too soon. Back off. You’ll hurt her.
The demon in me roared, begging for release, but I couldn’t let him harm her. Couldn't let me harm her.
So I turned and walked away, straight out of the break room and into the library. I sped up the stairs and headed for the cold shower, where I’d only just been this morning after beating off with her scarf, and now here I was again. My finger smelled of her sweet nectar, the taste of her strawberry scent on my tongue.
Goddamn it. I raged with a slam of the door and tore off my vest, ripping the trousers down my legs and throwing the white shirt off just in time to grasp my thick demanding dick in both palms, squeezing the base tightly. I pumped with my right hand, twisting at the tip as I thought of the taste of her skin, the feel of her tongue against mine, the smell of her fucking pussy pulsing with wetness for me. I came in long pent-up spurts that covered the creamy tile before trailing down the drain.
My chest heaving, cold water pounding my back, I landed against the shower wall, angry that I’d let go with her like that too soon. I’d probably scared her off. I’d probably find her long gone, never to return. Then I’d be left without a librarian’s assistant, and without my beautiful Elle. What a fucking sad case I would be. Just like I was all the days before she’d stepped into my life.
I wound my way back downstairs ten minutes later, feeling more composed but no less at ease than I had before leaving her in a thunderous rage. I was surprised to find the sign flipped to open, and Elle behind the circulation desk, a smile on her face as she helped an elderly woman. “It’s about a billionaire who likes to…” the old woman leaned in to whisper to Elle, embarrassed. I didn’t need to hear her words to know what she wanted. Women came in here multiple times a week looking for the naughty shelf.
I grinned when Elle’s eyes widened for a moment before she blushed and then came around the desk, escorting the woman to the end-cap of books I’d told Elle most of the women came here for. We should really expand that section, I thought. Maybe I’d put her on the task of researching some popular independent titles that we could order. Elle turned and her eyes fell on mine, a frown crossing her face before she cut around me and went back to her post at the circulation desk. Fuck. I had messed this up already. Maybe I could get her flowers or some shit. Wasn’t that what a man was supposed to do when he wanted to say sorry? I ran a palm through my hair, feeling so far out of my comfort zone it was ridiculous. I half wanted to give up and fire her just to avoid the anxiety of it all.
But I needed her. And I sensed something in her. Something that needed protecting. I felt it deep in my bones, and my cock didn’t mind having her around either. So it seemed a win-win for all. I wasn’t good at the romantic gestures, but I was willing to give it a try if it meant keeping her around.
Eight
Elle
I snuck out early, before Maxwell could tie me up with his dark gaze and intoxicating tongue. I’d given him a fake address on the application, but I still didn’t put it past him to follow me. He seemed to become almost obsessed; it felt like his desires would consume him. It was like looking at two different beings--the man and the beast. Maxwell Black haunted me in ways I couldn't even describe.
I pounded up the steps of the two-story walk-up on the backside of town, only a few blocks from the library but more than a few left and right turns to confuse someone. I didn’t want to be found in this tucked away, tiny upstate town. I needed a break from the crazy I’d left, but here I was jumping into another intense situation with someone. But it’s just sex, a little devil in the back of my mind reminded.
We could just be friends who had sex, couldn’t we? I dismissed the idea with a shake of my head, knowing deep down it would never work, especially for a girl like me. I wore my feelings on my sleeve; no way could I be intimate with someone and not allow it to lead to more. My heart was just too big.