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  “Do you do this a lot, Blair? Sneak off to touch yourself? Cry out in a dead, fucking, silent library? Did you want to get caught?”

  He stood inches away from her, his gaze boring into her. She glanced down, unable to look him in the eyes.

  “No,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly.

  Matthew’s hands moved to his belt. “What do you think about when you’re moaning like that?” he asked as he opened his pants, and his hand disappeared behind the fabric of his underwear.

  She watched, mesmerized by the slow movement of his arm. “You,” she answered quietly, her own hand traveling back to her cunt.

  Like lighting, he reached out, slapping her fingers away. She gasped as the blow reverberated up to her shoulder and a pink welt started to appear on the back of her hand. Her heart raced. She wanted more. The burn on her skin felt even better than the ache still simmering between her legs.

  “You don’t want me. You don’t even know me,” he hissed.

  She did know him. She’d spent every day with him for the last two semesters. She knew how particular he was, what books he enjoyed, the short list of things that made him smile, and that he thought she belonged here. With him.

  “I do,” she whispered, reaching for her pussy again.

  CHAPTER FOUR

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  MATTHEW

  He snatched her wrist and pinned it against the wall. The hollow thud against the glass sounded like a cannon in the still library. He didn’t take his eyes off her to verify if anyone on the floor gave a fuck. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t sure he could have stopped anyway, even if the entire organic chemistry study group came and watched.

  Blair’s eyes widened and danced around the library.

  “Look at me.”

  Her eyes snapped to attention.

  His cock pulsed. “So you can follow instructions,” he said through gritted teeth as he pulled his hand away from his dick. He was too close.

  She was too close.

  He could smell the cum on her hand.

  See the freckles on her nose. The slick flick of her tongue across her lips. The rise and fall of her chest. He wanted it all.

  His mouth crashed into hers. His tongue demanded entry and forced its way between her lips, filling her mouth, invading her. Blair’s tongue danced with his, urging him to continue. She responded to his punishing kisses.

  He kicked her legs open and gathered her skirt in his free hand until he’d gained access to her pussy. She placed a foot on a bookshelf, opening up to him. A rumble gathered in his chest. She was eager, so fucking eager, and she wanted him.

  He’d wanted to come here and explain himself. Give her the answers she’d asked for in his office. Open himself to her.

  But then that wicked woman was sitting in the back corner of the fucking library touching herself. And she didn’t stop. She didn’t see him standing right next to her. She sat on the floor, her mouth lax, knees bent, gently swaying with the movement of her wrist, and that moan. Her mouth had fallen open in a silent scream of pain before the deep sigh of pleasure slid out. He wanted to see that again. He wanted to give her that.

  He released her mouth as he pushed her panties aside. She was a beautiful specimen spread out for him. He still held one wrist against the wall: her other hand gripped the shelf above her knee. If only he was at home and had his rope.

  He brushed the pad of his thumb against her clit. She was fucking soaked, and his finger glided over the peak in tight circles. She swayed, unsteady on her feet. Her body seemed to be guided by the rise and fall of her chest.

  He drove his fingers into her, without warning, burying them to the hilt. Pinning her in place.

  She cried out in surprise and pain. Her eyes widened, and she immediately turned her head to see if they’d been discovered.

  “Look at me,” he snapped in a hushed voice.

  “Matthew, this is too much. We can’t… We shouldn’t…” Her eyes were still darting around the library.

  “Now!” he hissed, slamming her wrist against the wall. His cock jumped. It strained against the fucking fabric of his boxer briefs. He wanted her to give him another reason to do that.

  Her head snapped to center, and she met his gaze. Her eyelids were heavy and hooded. She’d loved that as much as he did. He rewarded her with gentle caresses around her clit while his fingers stroked deep inside of her.

  Her face relaxed, and her breathing grew shallow. She was his. She was at his mercy. He would make her come so fucking hard. She’d only ever think about him when she touched herself.

  He fucked her with his fingers, watching her expression change in response to his hands. Gentle sighs turned to whimpers and mewls until she let out one loud, primal moan.

  Her eyes flew open again. “I can’t,” she said breathlessly trying to twist away from him. “We’re too loud. I’m too loud. We’re going to get caught.”

  “Do you want to stop?” he asked, teasing her clit, knowing he was making the decision an impossible one.

  She shook her head, biting her lip, trapping desperate noises in her throat.

  CHAPTER FIVE

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  BLAIR

  Her breath fluttered though her nose as she tried to remain quiet. Matthew’s touches set her on fire. She needed to cry out. Each stroke felt like a flame licking against her skin. She was trapped, and he was watching her burn alive.

  “Do you want to stop?” His hand tortured her, and she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood.

  She shook her head. She wasn’t sure what would come out if she opened her mouth.

  He doubled his efforts on her pussy, swirling his thumb harder and faster as he freed her wrist. Her eyes dropped and followed his hand to his cock.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, slamming his fingers into her.

  Her vison blurred, and she groaned. Fuck. Her eyes darted back to the rest of the library. It was just a matter of time before a student came to investigate, and it wasn’t like books offered much of a cover.

  Matthew’s hand covered her mouth and shoved her against the wall. The smell of her cunt filled her nose as his thumb and forefinger dug into her cheeks, holding her there with all his body weight. “Make all the noise you want. I’m going to make you scream. And I’ll keep you quiet and safe. If you look away from me again, I’ll let your cries bring every fucking person in the library up here. Do you understand?”

  His cock slid along her entrance. He coated himself in her cream, playing with her, teasing her. Stroking her clit with the tip of his dick.

  She was lost. She couldn’t think.

  “Do you want me to go?” he asked, lifting some of the pressure from her mouth. Moving as if he were going to step away.

  “No!” she yelled at full volume. He pressed his palm back against her lips, cutting her cry short, and lunged forward, plunging his cock into her, forcing another shriek from her lips. His massive hand covered her mouth entirely, muffling her scream.

  Her eyes fell closed as he powered into her again. She wasn’t ready for it, and she didn’t fucking care. His cock—stretching her, invading her—felt better than she could have ever imagined.

  He pushed against the insides of her knees, opening her wider. She tilted her hips, eager to take him deeper. She whimpered against his palm as he fucked her. Every inch of her was alight. Sparks danced throughout her body. You're mine to take. You're mine to mark.

  “You’ve been testing me, Blair,” he said through clenched teeth.

  She looked at him with wide eyes.

  “There will be hell to pay.” He slammed into her again. “I want to wear you down, wear you out, break you, punish you for that sassy, fucking mouth.”

  He mercilessly drove her into the window, a fire in his eyes as he tried to spread her legs wider, seating himself deeper.

  Her heart hammered in her chest. This was every daydream she’d had
come to life. She never wanted to come. She never wanted it to end.

  “Would you like that?” he hissed.

  She nodded, too breathless to answer him.

  “Good,” he growled, bringing his hand to her clit.

  No, no, no, no, not yet. She shook her head, her eyes pleading.

  He jerked his hand against her mouth, forcing her head to still. “Did I ask you?”

  He didn’t wait for her answer before he started stroking her. He pumped into her, his eyes intently focused on hers, his fingers wickedly grazing over her again and again.

  She whimpered, trying to twist away. She was going to come. He smiled wickedly, rubbing her faster, harder, his fingers teasing through her heat, stoking the fire all ready to combust.

  Blackness closed around her as a searing heat pumped through her core. She rocked her hips, grinding against him until her orgasm tore through her. The fire from her cunt washed over her body in waves as her muscles spasmed.

  She ground her teeth, trying to remain quiet, but his thumb dug into her jaw. A primal, guttural cry crawled from her lips and snaked between Matthew’s fingers.

  No one had made her come like this before. No one had fucked her with such intensity and passion. She belonged right fucking here.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ________________________

  MATTHEW

  She moaned behind his hand and closed her eyes as her legs shook. He pressed his palm against her mouth harder, muffling her screams, hoping to add to her pleasure as he plunged his entire cock into her over and over again as far as her pussy would take him. Each time he slammed into her, she would cry out, followed by a low moan when he retreated.

  He laid into Blair, tightening his grip on her cheeks and her knee, fucking her through her orgasm until the fire in his own veins became too much to bear. She was too much. Too fucking perfect. And he would make her his. She would be marked by his hands and claimed by his cock, and he would never let her walk away again.

  He drove into her one final time, seating himself deep inside her as her cunt wrung him out and his cum filled her in waves, making a hot, slick mess of her pussy.

  He let go of her jaw, and she fell forward, covering his mouth with hers in a soft kiss, the complete antithesis of what they’d just shared. He’d give her whatever she wanted. Right now, and forever.

  He wrapped his arms around her and slid down to the floor, holding her atop his lap.

  She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, her breath already returning to normal. She held him, toying with his untucked shirt, skimming her fingers along his waist.

  He took a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Blair,” he said quietly. “Have you heard of Sparrow Cove?”

  She looked at him, her brows knitted together. “No, why?”

  “It’s thirty minutes north of here. It doesn’t have a coffee shop, but it does have a diner. Its owner, Laura, doesn’t have any kids, but she has a sister. They don’t sell Danishes, but there is an old college professor who eats breakfast at the bar every morning. Two eggs over easy, rye toast, and a side of tomatoes.”

  Blair smiled at him. “That sounds like somewhere I could belong.”

  THE END

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  “No fucking. Check. That leaves a lot of other things still on the table,” he said, unable to hide his mischievous smirk.

  She paused and looked down at him, glaring. “You don’t even know my name.”

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