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WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, kinda public sex, teasing, nipple and breast play
Tom was the manager for a bookstore, a quiet and mysterious man. As I walked into the bookstore, my eyes scanned the shelves, taking in the various titles and genres, trying to look for something to read, a monthly thing I did. I noticed a man standing behind the counter, his back to me.
He was tall, with long hair tied back in a bun and a few tattoos on his hands that caught my eye. I took a mental note to ask him about the 4 numbers tattooed on his fingers, 0620 it read.
Toms gaze shifted to me as he noticed the stack of books in my arms. He couldn't help but be intrigued by someone who frequented bookstores. He had seen me around before, and something about my presence always managed to catch his attention.
He quietly approached me, tapping me on the shoulder, giving me a slight fright, "shit!" I gasped, turning around and instantly sighing in relief as I saw his kind eyes looking down at me, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Sorry..you scared the living shit out of me.." I panted, laughing it off.
A bright smile formed on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at me with a hint of amusement, "oh, my bad sweetheart, you're always so focused on your books, I didn't mean to startle you," he said, "here let me help you with those," he reached out, taking a few books out of my hands and walking back to the counter.
He placed the books down and began ringing them up, his movements efficient and precise. As he worked, he couldn't help but steal glances at me, noting the way my hair fell in loose waves around my face, the way my eyes sparkled when I laughed.
I kept searching for books, Tom joining me and and watching as I observed the beautiful pieces of fiction, "do you have anything vintage?" I spoke up, looking up at him with a smile. He nodded and chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the request, his knowledge of rare and valuable books coming in handy as he lead me to a secluded shelf.
"Vintage books you say? I didn't know such a pretty girl like you was interested," he smirked, reaching for a certain book high up. "I've noticed the books you've bought, you really have a taste for romance don't you?" I nodded and giggled, "I guess so, something about love just excites me, especially in an old fashioned book," he handed it to me, letting his fingers brush against mine.
It was a magnificent, leather bound book, coloured in a deep shade of purple, almost plum looking. "I'm glad I've finally found someone with as much interest in old books like me, it seems no one cares for them anymore," he sighed, "me too, I just love books like these, they don't write ones as good as these anymore," I ran my thumb over the rough cover, paying attention to the detail carved into it.
"Then you'll love this one, it's a classic romance novel, filled with passion and drama," he paused for a moment before adding, "the story is set in a time when love was more than just a fleeting feeling. When men fought for the love they desired, even if it meant breaking some rules," he leaned in closer to me, whispering the last sentence as his eyes gleamed with a michievous glint.
