By The Book

Emily stepped into the library looking for her first-day paperwork and found nothing but empty aisles. She'd wandered maybe five minutes before she pulled a random book—then another. Both covers were all heat and skin. One last tug and those books freed up the view straight between two rattling tits. Full, warm, bare under a half-buttoned blouse and they belonged to Laura, the actual librarian on duty. Laura just grinned, caught red-handed watching Emily's reaction. "New girl timing's a bitch," Laura said, already toe-to-toe, zero professional distance. "I lock the doors for orientations. Figured I'd skip sharing you with shelvers today." Emily hesitated, fingers still on the spines. Laura didn't. She eased Emily's cardigan off her shoulders, then tugged her tank up just enough to let cooler air hit skin. The outfit looked classroom-appropriate five seconds ago; now it looked like a dare. "Try these instead." Laura slid another two titles into Emily's hands, glossy covers slick with promise. One flip later and chapter four was loud as a motorcycle: tongue-heavy positions, hands where hands rarely belonged in public stacks. Emily's pulse thumped; she felt herself getting wet for real. Before she could stall, Laura licked a thumb and opened the exact page. "We can run straight through that spread. Slower, faster—your call, trainee." Emily's answer was the short, shaky nod that said fuck yes before her mouth could catch up.