Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Now.
“Aw, you’re too sweet!”
“Are you a naughty librarian?” she teases, and I don’t know how I’m talking right now when his lips are brushing against my heated skin.
“Nope, showcasing books that have the ‘Brat’ trope. So I dressed the part.”
I feel his smile before his teeth sink into the spot between my calf and back of my knee. My breath hitches, and it’s a struggle not to cry out or close my eyes in bliss. Ellen is none the wiser. She giggles as she leans on the counter. I know she can’t see him or even what he is doing, what with how big the counter is, but what surprises me is not the embarrassment, but the thrill of him touching me while she talks to me.
Okay, maybe I should accept that I am a deranged whore.
And at this moment, I don’t give two flying fucks.
He traces his tongue along the back of my knee before placing small kisses and nips along my tender flesh.
Meanwhile, Ellen tells me, “Well, I love it, and I think you’re adorable! Did my preorder come in?”
“Ellen, you sneaky girl, you know it doesn’t come out till Tuesday.”
She smiles sheepishly as his tongue slides along the curve of my knee.
I may die here.
Today.
Now.
Jesus, take me.
“Darn it, I was hoping you had it.”
I shake my head jerkily. When he bites the top of my thigh, I squeeze the edge of the counter to keep from exploding right there. “It hasn’t even come in. Sorry.”
“No worries,” she says kindly, waving me off. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”
I feel him grin against my skin, and if I didn’t love this, I’d kick him. “Just fine. A bit hot.”
She nods before grabbing one of the books I’ve showcased today. “I’ll get the Billionaire’s Bratty Nanny.”
“Great choice. Such a hot read,” I somehow get out. She hands me the book, and I fight back a moan when he taps my knees. I know what he wants and I know I’m crazy, but I part my legs for him as I move to get her a bag. I have no control over my body when his tongue runs the length of my panty-covered lips. I slam a fist into the desk and bite my lip.
“Louisa?”
“I’m fine,” I croak out, shaking my head. “I stubbed my toe.”
“You poor thing.”
There is absolutely nothing poor about me at this moment, but I need her out of here.
Now.
His fingers dig into the backs of my thighs as he kisses me through my panties before running his tongue along every swollen inch of my core. He is sampling me, and fucking hell, I want him to devour me. Put me out of my misery, blow my fucking mind, and make me his.
I’m on autopilot as I take her payment and hand her the bag. I grin widely at her. “Have a beautiful day. I’ll see you Tuesday?”
“Absolutely! Have a great day, Louisa.”
Once the door shuts, I lean back and look down at him. His eyes meet mine, all dark and hooded, and I watch as he runs his nose up against my lips. “Louisa.”
Oh, my name on his lips has me almost igniting on the spot.
“Yes?”
“Take a lunch break.”
Disappointment runs through me. I can always eat, but I’d rather carry on with this. “Oh.”
His lips curve, his teeth flashing at me and causing my toes to curl. “Oh, don’t be disappointed. We aren’t getting food.”
“No?”
“No, my lunch is this pretty pussy right here.”
Heat pools in said pussy before it starts throbbing hard for him. His eyes are so dark, his lips swollen from our kisses and turned up in a sexy and full-of-promises way. He licks his lips, and I almost come undone. My voice sounds like I’m choking on gravel when I say, “I’ll lock the front. You lock the back?”
I don’t know who moves the fastest, but the next thing I know, I’m running to the front while he runs to the back. I almost start to tear my clothes off, but I don’t want to seem too eager. But really, that ship may have sailed. Oh, who the hell cares! Though, I keep my clothes on. I start toward the back, not wanting to wait for him. When I round the corner, he is turning back from locking the door, and then his eyes fall on me. He runs his hands over his mouth, taking me in.
“You are fucking gorgeous.” My heart swells before he points to the chair. “Sit.”
I can’t breathe, and my pussy is throbbing to the point of pain. “There? That’s your chair.”
“I know. I want you in my chair, so when I sit there in the future, I’ll have the memory of your pussy on my lips.”
How I am even standing at this point is a miracle, but little does he know, he doesn’t have to ask twice.