I shake my head. “No. They said they can’t give out details regarding an open investigation. They only came here to inform Margaret and to ask if she knew of his next of kin.”
“Poor guy.”
“Yeah. It’s awful. Margaret was terribly upset. I said I would stay late and close up the library for her, so she could go home.”
“You’re a good person.” He’s smiling at me in that way he does. Like he sees something in me. Something good.
The only problem is, if he keeps looking at me like that, making me feel this way, then I might just start to believe it for myself. And that would be a problem.
“It’s not a big deal.” I brush his words off. “Still doing my same job. The only difference is, I’ll be locking up the place.”
“So, that means you have the keys to the library.” There’s a suggestive tone to his voice. His brow lifts. Eyes glinting with that sex look of his that makes my stomach tighten and the spot between my legs start to tingle.
“It does.”
He leans closer. His mouth only a few inches from mine. “I could hang around today. Spend the day writing. Help you lock up later …” His smile is all foxlike. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you here, all alone, in this big, old library. Doesn’t seem safe.”
My stomach muscles all clench, creating a delicious feeling between my legs. “No”—I shake my head—“it doesn’t.”
The smile that we share in this moment is something that is ours only.
I don’t need the words to know that Jack wants us to do it … well, that he wants to do me … in here after I close the library doors for the day.
And I am fully on board with that.
Like I would ever say no to having sex with Jack anywhere.
And doing it here, when no one else is around, just him and me in this big, old library, it seems incredibly hot.
As does the anticipation. Knowing that I will have to wait all day to feel him. Kiss him. Take him inside me. All the while watching him from across the room while he works on his book.
Can anyone say sexy as hell?
Sweet Lord, I am a lucky girl.
I know I’ve done nothing to deserve this. But I’m holding on to it while I can.
I know that’s selfish, but it is hard to be anything else around Jack. I want him so much.
Jack taps his fingers on the counter, that sensual smile lingering. “Enjoy your coffee, pretty girl. I’m going to get some writing done. See you later.” He winks, and on anyone else, it would look stupid. But on him, it looks damn good.
Then, he walks away toward the area where the desks are, and I stare at his ass the whole time.
Today has been actual torture.
I thought the anticipation of waiting for sex with Jack would be a good thing. And it is. Kind of.
But with the object of my desire sitting across the room all day, looking his usual gorgeous self, while I watch him write—with the furrow on his brow when he’s thinking, the stroke of his pen against his notebook when he’s making notes, the sight of his fingers … fingers that I am well acquainted with and wholly aware of their capabilities and the levels of desire they can bring to me—well, I’ve just been getting more and more turned on as the day has gone on.
I’m actually sweating. All day, I have been distracted by thoughts of Jack and sex. My thighs have been pressed together more than once today in an attempt to ease the ache. News flash: it doesn’t work. My body is overstimulated. Every time my nipples brush against the lace of my bra, it’s actual agony.
And trust me, when you’re waiting for something, the clock has a tendency to slow down to a snail’s pace, and the clock on the wall here has been annoyingly creeping through the minutes.
It has been a long-ass day.
Half a dozen times, I’ve been tempted to just drag Jack to the women’s restroom with me, so he could screw me right there and then.
But I honestly haven’t had a spare minute to even take him to the restroom with me even if I dared to do it. The worry of getting caught and letting Margaret down has been playing with my conscience. Even though the horny devil on my shoulder has definitely been pushing for a restroom quickie.
With Margaret not being here, I have been handling everything that she does on a daily basis as well as doing my own duties.
We’re a staff member down with Mike … well, with him gone.
It has been a lot to take on.
I didn’t realize the half of what managing a library consists of.
It makes me glad that I’m only a librarian and not the manager of one.
Running a library is not on my list of things to do ever again.
I breathe a sigh of relief when it’s time to finally shut the doors and lock them up for the night.
Jack is working on his laptop when I walk over to lock the doors after the last person leaves.
When I turn back around, I see Jack is away from the desk now. He’s standing by the window, staring out of it. The windows down here are privacy glass. You can see out, but no one can see in.
It’s still light outside. The evening only early. Snow is falling again.
I stare at his profile for a moment, taking in the strong line of his shoulders. How his jeans mold to his tight ass. The way his hair curls at the nape of his neck. Remembering how it felt to run my fingers over that very spot.
He turns, looking over his shoulder, catching me staring.
I have two choices. Look away and pretend I wasn’t watching. Or smile and admit defeat.
I go for the latter. At this
