Overdue
When I got off of work, I immediately headed for the library, still dressed in a simple black dress. I had my nose stuffed in a book about romance—a personal favorite of mine.
He embraced her, crushing his lips to hers. She melted instantly, hands resting on his chest. “Love me always.”
“I’ll love you forever,” he muttered to her, engaging in another long, lingering kiss.
“Um, excuse me?” someone asked, almost shyly.
I jumped, so intensely concentrated on the sex scene unfolding before me, not hearing him come up. “Huh?”
He chuckled, a boyish smile plastered to his face. “I’m sorry to bother you…you seemed pretty into the book, but the library closed half an hour ago and I was…um…” he trailed off, glancing at the floor and then back up at me. “I was planning on locking up.”
Flustered by a couple of contributing factors including the book, and the very handsome man before me, I set it down. “Are…” I looked around. “Are we the only ones left?” I asked him, confused.
He blushed lightly. “Yes ma’am.”
Suddenly, I laughed, which seemed to startle him a little bit. “I’m sorry,” I told him, still caught in a fit of giggles. “You don’t have to call me ma’am… I’m Amy.” I offered my hand for him to shake, but he brought my knuckles to his lips. A heated blush filled my own cheeks and I stared up at him, eyes wide.
“It’s nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Xavier,” he informed me, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“It’s n-nice to meet you t-too,” I blubbered, abruptly very nervous.
He took a seat next to me, taking the book from my lap before I could stop him. I lunged for the book, embarrassed by the page I was on, but it was too late. His brows raised in surprise. “Huh.”
My blush deepened and I played with my finger nails.
“Kinky,” he commented, a glint in his eyes.
I snatched it back from him. “I don’t just read it for that,” I snapped defensively. “It’s a wonderful story about a small town girl that finally goes on the adventure of her life in another world with the man of her dreams. Cliché, yes, but thrilling, nonetheless.”
“I can see why you’d find it…thrilling,” he teased with a wink.
I crossed my legs, knowing he couldn’t possibly tell I was, in fact, extremely turned on, but still itched with self-consciousness. “Oh, shut up,” I retorted, a small smile sneaking up on my face.
He smirked, picking a random line from the book, “He sent one last lunge into her, her body quivering with an excited release, a blissful sigh escaping. She continued to shake, the most mind-blowing orgasm still washing out of her system.” He let out a low whistle. “Hard to believe you read it for the tale after a paragraph like that,” he mused.
I flinched, the word ‘hard’ making my arousal that much more difficult in front of a man I had been fantasizing about in my most lustful dreams for months.
He dog-eared the page and set it down on a table near us. “You’re here pretty often,” Xavier observed.
I bashfully smiled, still picking at my fingernails. I didn’t want to admit to him the only reason I came was to picture him while reading, finding my apartment pretty lonely. “And?”
“And…” he pressed, scooting closer. “Why?” His storm cloud eyes were even dreamier up close, I almost gasped.
“You’re hot,” I blurted, bringing my hand to my mouth straight after. Laughing nervously, “Shit, umm…heh. I’m sorry.”
He smirked, taking my hand in his. “You, my dear, have nothing to be sorry about.”
I blinked at him, heart thumping loudly in my chest as he brought his lips to mine, tenderly whisking me away in his luxury. He tangled his hands in my hair and this time, I did gasp, instinctively crawling on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands slid down my back and the smallest moan slipped past my lips. “Oh god.”
“Mm. Didn’t take long to get you excited…” he mumbled against my lips. “But you already were excited, weren’t you?”
On a whim, I trapped his bottom lip between my teeth, a surprised groan coming from him. Slowly and barely grazing my teeth as I released his lip, “What’s it to you?”
“You really are kinky…” he grumbled, temptation dancing in his eyes.
The slightest smirk quirked on my lips and before I could even blink my back was on the table, him above me. He trailed kisses from the neckline in my dress to my jaw, hands caressing my sides. I arched into him and then he was standing up, straightening his clothes. Propping myself on my elbows, legs hanging off the table, he slipped my book into his bag. “What are you doing?”
“If you’d like to continue where you left off tomorrow,” he gestured to the book, glancing suggestively at the table as I stood up as well. “I expect you to be back here tomorrow evening.”
Silently, I followed him to the door and he opened it for me, letting me out. “When’s closing?”
“Nine,” he answered, locking the door.
“I’ll be expecting my little scene, on the table.” I started walking to my car, leaving him to ponder on my insinuation until the next night.
~Author's Note~
I usually don't write anything for these because they're supposed to stand alone, but I'm thinking about using this in the murder mystery series I'm in the middle of writing, and that's the ONLY reason this one has names. Usually, I cut any names out of these but this was an exception. Vote and comment!
