School has never been my thing, but I’ve got to admit that it feels pretty good when I hit the Submit button on my quiz and my score appears on the screen.
9/10
Hell fucking yes.
Josie and I read the chapters last night, and I recorded notes on my phone. I played them back while I was on the treadmill earlier, hoping like hell I’d remember everything. But Josie’s right—my memory is solid. I’ve got the quiz score to prove it.
The library was short-staffed today, so Josie’s busy with her closing tasks. Leaving my bag and jacket next to her stuff, I go in search of my girl. I find her in the stacks, reaching up to put a book onto the second-highest shelf.
"Need a hand?" I ask, taking the book and sliding it into place.
"Thanks," she says, smiling at me. I’ll never get tired of it. Ever. For way too long, Josie looked the other way, or put her head down to avoid my gaze. But not anymore.
"Do I get a kiss?"
"Of course," she says, standing on her tiptoes and tilting upward to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.
Catching her waist, I pull her close, deepening the kiss, but it’s still not enough. I lift her into my arms. Part of me wants to go caveman and walk her right the hell out of here and back to my room. Or hers—it’s closer. But she has some work to finish up, so I set her down on the almost-empty book cart.
She’s still shorter than I am, but we’re a little more evenly matched like this. I pull her in for another kiss and she spreads her thighs wide, so I’m standing in the vee, cradling her body into mine.
We break apart for a moment, each of us catching our breath.
"Are you done with your quiz?" she asks.
"Yeah. I got a 9/10," I say, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Josie beams right back at me. "You definitely deserve more kisses."
"I do. I was thinking I could help you finish up here and then we could head back to your place."
"That’s a perfect plan. And I’m almost finished. Dev and Brittney locked up for the night, so as soon as I’m done, we can get out of here," she tells me, hopping off the book cart.
"What’s tonight’s job? Are we pulling holds?" I ask, but Josie just shakes her head.
"No, those are done. I just have one last thing to do, and it’s my favorite. You’re going to laugh at me, but I like to do it sometimes, right before I leave. It’s so satisfying. All I have left is some edging."
Thank Christ I’m not holding Josie right now, or I’d have dropped her. "Uh, say that again?"
Josie looks up at me, her eyes bright behind her glasses. "I just have to do some edging, and then we can go."
"Edging?" I repeat. I’m a little shocked, but maybe I shouldn’t be? I mean, my girl’s got a drawer full of vibrators (which is fucking awesome). And she’s as horny as I am (which is saying something). I’m just a little surprised she wants to get this party started while we’re still at the library. But if Josie wants me to bring her to the brink of orgasm on a library book cart or a nearby shelf, and then leave her hanging until we get back to her place, that’s what I’ll do. I’m nice like that.
"Do you want to help?" she asks, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan, only for them to slide back down again.
"Yeah, Jos. I’m more than happy to start edging. But um…are you sure you wanna start here?"
She pushes the book cart out into an open area, then stands in front of a row of bookshelves. "Yeah, this is where I left off yesterday."
“You…edged…yesterday? Here?" I ask, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
Her cheeks turn pink. “Well, I try to edge every day, but I don’t always have enough time."
Damn. I have seriously been missing out the past three years.
"Ok," I say, my stupid voice cracking like I’m thirteen again. "Well, I’m here to help today, and I promise to take my time."
"Good," she says with a sigh of relief. "Some people try to rush and then it’s just messy and unsatisfying. It’s not hard to do, but you have to take your time and do it right. I can show you if you want."
