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With a stifled groan, she freed her fingers
from his grip and grabbed his face in both of her hands. She hauled him down
into a kiss, devouring his mouth with a need and urgency that both startled and
thrilled her.

Greg responded immediately. Pushing her back
against the solid bookshelves, he opened his mouth against hers and held her
head securely in place with the fingers curved around the back of her skull.
His other hand went down to cup her bottom possessively, pressing her against
the length of his body.

Her mind a hot, ecstatic whirl, Victoria
fisted one of her hands in his hair and caressed his face with the other. His
lower jaw was rough with bristles, and it felt exquisite against her hand. She
wanted to feel him—all of him, as much of him as she could.

His heat and scent and touch overwhelmed her
and Victoria moaned helplessly in the back of her throat. They were alone in
this part of the library. It was a section that was hardly ever used. And
Victoria couldn’t even wrap her mind around the fact that she probably
shouldn’t be making out semi-publicly in her place of work.

Greg seemed to be just as out of control as
she was, and he started gathering up the back of her skirt with his groping
hand. When he’d pulled it up around her hips, he stroked the full curve of her
ass, sliding his hand over the soft skin and the skimpy lace of her panties.

Her pussy starting to ache insistently, she
lifted one of her legs and tried to hook it around the back of his thighs. She
wanted to rub her groin against him, wanted as much stimulation as she could
get.

He was just as aroused as she was. He was
hardening against her middle and making muffled, throaty sounds against her
mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose and rocked his groin into her with
involuntary little thrusts.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he rasped, tearing his lips
away and mouthing a line along her jaw. His skin scraped erotically against
hers—just rough enough to send tingles of pleasure down to her center. “I
missed you.”

His words affected her just as powerfully as
his touch, and Victoria’s head lolled back against the shelf behind her,
pushing the books back toward the wall. “Me too,” she said, gasping when his
mouth lowered even more to bite down lightly on the throbbing pulse in her
throat.

One of her arms flew up to cling to the
shelf at shoulder-height, pushing back more of the musty, seldom-used books.
Her fitted suit jacket stretched taut across the swell of her breasts, and she
wished she was wearing fewer clothes.

Greg evidently wished the same thing because
his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her jacket until he was able to push it
open. His big hand slid up to cup her left breast and her nipple tightened into
a peak at his touch.

Victoria whimpered as she felt corresponding
tugs of pleasure at her pussy. And then she bit down on her lip hard when he
flicked at the nipple with his thumb.

His erection pressed against her insistently—tight
in the confines of his trousers. Victoria tried to balance herself enough to
rub her arousal against his, still clumsily trying to get her leg higher around
his thighs.

He hooked one of his hands around her raised
thigh—just where her lace-topped, thigh-high stocking met her bare skin—and
held her leg in place, giving her enough stability to get some good friction on
her clit.

Her cheeks were blazing now, and her glasses
had slid about halfway down her nose. She would have taken them off completely,
but she couldn’t seem to let go of Greg’s neck. She shamelessly ground herself
against him—the fabric of his pants incongruously soft against her hot pussy—not
even caring if she looked overly eager or desperate.

“Oh fuck, baby, that’s right.” His face was
hovering in front of hers—his eyes smoldering and his voice like gravel. “Are
you going to come like this?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, using his solid strength
to give her the stability to let herself go. “Yeah, please.”

He adjusted his leg to ease her awkward
position, and she let out a shaky gasp of relief as the stimulation intensified
on her clit. “Fuck, Victoria, you’re so gorgeous. So hot.”

She rocked and squirmed, almost on the edge.

“Look at you,” Greg murmured, “In your suit
and glasses. About to come against my leg in the back of a library.”

She made a sobbing sound of anxious pleasure—realizing
how she must look, imagining someone coming through the stacks and seeing her
here.

“What would they say if they saw you like
this? They think you’re a proper librarian but what if they saw how hot and
naughty you really are?” His breath blew against her damp skin, and his eyes
were devouring her urgent, jiggling form.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure deepened
almost unbearably. She rubbed her pussy eagerly against his thigh, supported by
the bookcase behind her and Greg’s body in front of her.

“Let go, baby. Let go.”

She took a slow, deep breath—remembering how
it had released and intensified her pleasure the last time they’d been
together. In doing so, she lost control of her orgasm and it spiraled up
without warning.

She cried out—too loudly for a library—as
she came hard against his leg. She would have lost her balance and fallen over
had he not been holding her up with his unwavering grip.

Then she buried her face in his shoulder,
gasping and shaking, both exhilarated and mortified by what she’d just done.

She’d humped the leg of a respectable,
well-dressed man in her own library, where anyone might have seen her.

Greg pulled her head back and kissed her
fiercely, his mouth moving against hers with almost brutal intensity. Her lips
were swollen when she finally pulled away and something shuddered deep inside
her.

Greg’s body was so tense she could feel his
clenched muscles beneath his suit. “Is there somewhere we can go?” he rasped,
“Or did you want to try it here?”

She looked past him at the rows of tall
shelves and academic books. It might be kind of exciting—with so much danger of
being caught—but it would be awkward and uncomfortable, since they’d have to
fuck standing up.

Plus, this was her place of work, and there
was only so stupid she would be about that.

“There’s a study room just over there,” she
said, pulling her skirt down and walking shakily toward the opposite wall. Greg
followed. And she was sure she could feel his eyes focused on her rounded
bottom beneath her wrinkled skirt.

It was a small room—with a table and four
chairs for a small group of students to study. The door closed but didn’t lock.
And there was a square window through which anyone could look.

But hardly anyone ever came back to this
corner—the theology books were the least used in the entire university
library—and it was even less likely that someone would peer into the study
room. This was the best they could do, if they were going to fuck here and now.

“Is this okay—” she began, shutting the door
and turning to face Greg.

He didn’t even let her finish. Instead he
drew her into another fierce kiss.

She returned it with equal ardor, clawing at
his suit in a futile attempt to feel his bare skin. He had way too many clothes
on, and she wasn’t likely to get the chance to take them off.

As if he’d read her mind, he tore his mouth
away. “I’m pretty far gone,” he muttered, rubbing his coarse cheek against
hers. “I’m afraid this isn’t going to be one of my more stellar performances.”

She gave a broken laugh. “God, Greg, just
fuck me. Soon.”

With a hoarse groan, he turned her around
and put a hand on her back, gently pushing her down until she was bent over the
table. She braced herself with her hands on the surface and gave a shuddering
moan when he lifted her skirt until it was bunched up around her waist.

She started to take off her glasses, but he
stopped her with a gruff, “No. Leave them on.”

Then she heard fabric rustling as he
unfastened his trousers. Then felt his fingers between her legs. He pushed her
panties aside and explored briefly—sliding his finger into her pussy to check
that she was ready.

She was more than ready. She was swollen,
aching, and drenched.

And she couldn’t suppress a low cry of
satisfaction as she felt him align his cock at her entrance and push into her.

The penetration was substantial, and she
pushed against the table in response.

“Fuck,” Greg rasped. His hands gripped the flesh
of her ass so hard it would probably bruise.

Victoria whimpered and rocked her bottom
against him, dying for stimulation to ease the deepening ache at her center.

Greg responded immediately, pulling his
pelvis back only to pitch it forward again, driving his cock inside her.

Victoria released a few breathless huffs of
effort in response to the raw pleasure. Her fingers fumbled for purchase on the
smooth surface of the table as she bent over even further.

He thrust into her again, his hard cock
rubbing deliciously against her sensitive inner walls.

“Mm.” She bit down on her lower lip again,
trying to stifle the sound. Anyone who walked by might hear.

Might glance through the window and see her
folded over the table with her skirt up around her waist—and Greg, half-dressed
and primitive, gripping her bottom and pounding into her from behind.

The knowledge intensified her pleasure even
more, and Victoria felt the sensations swelling up as Greg accelerated his
motion into a fast, forceful rhythm.

His angle shifted slightly, and Victoria
felt shudders of new pleasure rippling out from the contact.

“Oh God! There!”

Greg grunted and kept up the new angle,
hitting her g-spot on every stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, half
under his breath. “So hot and wet and tight and—”

Victoria’s muffled sounds got shriller as
the momentum of her climax intensified.

He took a ragged breath and hooked his hand
around her inner thigh, pulling it up slightly and parting her legs even more to
sink more deeply inside her. “That’s right, baby. Do you like it like this?”

“Yeah. Fuck me hard.” She didn’t even know
what she was saying. The frantic words just spilled out of her mouth as she
stared hazily at the window and half expected to see someone pass by. If they
did they would see her—the proper librarian—getting fucked over a table. “God,
don’t stop!”

Greg was grunting now, primal sounds timed
to his rapid thrusts. “Baby,” he rasped, falling out of rhythm, “Baby, I can’t—”

Unable to smother the sound completely, Victoria
cried out, using her hands to brace herself so she could shake her bottom
frantically against Greg’s now erratic thrusting.

“Victoria!” The last word was strangled and
desperate, and she knew he’d lost it. The groan he let out was long, hoarse and
uncontrolled and his pelvis jerked urgently against her ass.

The knowledge that he’d wanted her so much he’d
come against his will was enough to push Victoria into climax as well. Her body
jiggled wildly as she fell over the edge. She started to cry out.

Barely had enough time to stuff her fist into
her mouth to muffle the sound.

Her orgasm was so powerful she had to bite
down on her fingers as her pussy spasmed hard around Greg’s cock.

Their contractions lingered into breathless,
sweaty, exhausted satisfaction. Greg planted his hands on either side of her
body to support himself on shaking arms—obviously close to collapsing on top of
her.

Victoria had fallen forward so far that her
cheek was pressing damply against the table. When she finally found the energy
to pull up again, her skin clung to the smooth surface.

Greg’s breathing sounded forced and painful
as he slid his slick, softening cock out of her tightened channel. Then he
straightened up and fastened his pants before he helped to pull her up as well.

He took her in his arms, holding her hungrily
as she tried to pull down her skirt over her naked thighs.

It was only then that Victoria started to
think. Really think.

She’d just lost whatever progress she’d made
in getting over him.

She was back to the beginning. Worse than
the beginning.

She wanted him more now than ever.

“Greg,” she choked, trying to pull away.

He didn’t let her go. “Don’t say it. Don’t
say it was a mistake.”

“But,” she tried again, “but nothing has
changed. We agreed—”

“Fuck what we agreed to.” Greg finally
pulled back so he could look down into her face. His expression was twisted
with an emotion she couldn’t quite recognize. “I changed my mind.”

She felt the slightest flare of hope but couldn’t
indulge it. “But your daughter. We agreed. It’s not worth hurting her for just
sex.”

“I know. It’s not.”

The flare of hope she’d felt died a sudden
death—despite the fact that she’d tried to ignore it.

Greg gripped her shoulders with almost
brutal force and his gaze claimed hers unwaveringly. “I know we agreed it was
supposed to just be sex. I know it’s not fair to change terms like this. But I
thought it would work. I thought all I needed was some physical satisfaction, and
the rest of my life would provide me with everything else. But that’s not how
it worked out. I thought it was just sex. But it wasn’t.”

Victoria stared up at him blankly. “What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about
you. I think about you all the time. Not just about how good we are in bed. But
about your smile. And your silly glasses. And how excited you get about a good
book. And how you try not to let anyone see how passionate you are about
everything. I don’t care if it’s not fair. I’m changing terms. I don’t just
want sex from you.”

“You don’t?” She couldn’t seem to follow
what he was saying. It didn’t fit with any of the ways she’d always understood
the world.

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