Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
Kate
His brow lifts, his lips curving into a mischievous smile, but he obeys without a word.
His lips part, inviting in that way that makes my clit throb.
I slide the lollipop between them, and he closes his mouth around it, tongue curling with a quiet groan that sends a bolt of heat straight through me.
I lean in close, my palm flattening against his chest. “Lean back,” I whisper.
He watches me, breath thickening, and lets me push him until his shoulders hit the bookshelf behind him. His chest rises sharply. I slide my hands down the front of his shirt—slow, teasing, claiming. In my entire life I will never grow tired of feeling his body under my hands.
And when I drop to my knees, his breath stops completely.
I hear the crack of the candy come from his mouth as he bites down, like it’s too much, like the sight of me kneeling for him disrupts something vital in his brain. He slips the stick from his mouth as his other hand goes to the back of my head, then he pulls back, giving me space.
“Take my cock out, Katie.”
His jaw flexes as I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. I want him undone. Ruined. Gone for me. I slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, already hard. I wrap my hand around him.
“Shit,” he breathes as his head tilts back to the books. “That feels good.”
“Do you want my hands or my mouth, Cam?”
He laughs softly as his eyes meet mine. His hand slides from my hair to my jaw, then he slides his thumb across my lips.
I stroke him once then lean in and slide the flat of my tongue along the underside of him, from the base all the way to the bead of precum at the tip. His whole body shudders.
“Fuck—baby—”
I take his cock into my mouth, letting him fill me slowly, savoring the way he tastes. His hand finds my hair again, fingers tightening, but he doesn’t guide—he just holds on like he might fall apart if he doesn’t.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
When my eyes find his, the way he looks back at me—hungry, reverent—makes heat flood through me.
I bob my head slowly at first, letting the rhythm build, letting him feel every inch of it. He swears under his breath, low and broken, hips jerking forward before he forces himself still.
“You look like every one of my dreams come true, on your knees, mouth full of my cock.”
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, and he chokes on a groan, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Your mouth, shit it feels so good, you’re going to make me come if you don’t slow down.”
I don’t slow down. I want him to come. I want him feeling everything I feel when he touches me—like I’m burning from the inside out. His thighs tremble under my palms. His breath shortens, sharp and ragged.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—”
I pull back just long enough to whisper, “Let go.”
He grabs the base of his cock and traces my lips with the tip. “You’re going to swallow every drop, can’t make a mess.”
I nod. “I want it. Come down my throat, Cam.”
“Look at my sweet little librarian, begging for my cum. Get me there, don’t stop sucking until you get what you want.”
His eyes roll back as I take him in again, sliding my lips down his cock until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, just like that, you’re doing so good, Katie.”
I begin moving, sucking, sliding, feeling him grow harder in my mouth until he’s gone—coming hard, fingers tangled in my hair, body shaking with a moan he tries to swallow but absolutely fails to.
I hold him in my mouth through it, swallowing what he gives me, hands steady on his thighs until he slumps back against the shelf, chest heaving. It takes him a long moment to breathe steady again.
When I rise, his hands immediately grab my waist, pulling me up into a kiss that’s frantic and grateful and completely undone.
He cups my jaw, forehead pressed to mine. “I’m obsessed with the taste of me on your tongue. Tastes like you’re mine.” His voice breaks. “You’re perfect like this.”
I smile, still flushed, still buzzing. “That was amazing.”
He hums before his lips brush mine, soft and dangerous. “We could go for another round. Want another lollipop?”
I laugh, loud, my cheeks flushed. “Everytime I look at those lollipops now I’m going to have to change my panties.”
He slides up his jeans, tucking his boxers in. “I’ll buy you all the spares you need, Katie.”
I’m leaning back against the circulation desk, half tangled in Cam’s arms, half staring at the lollipops. The faint glow from the streetlamps outside spills through the windows, soft and golden, washing everything in that unreal stillness that only happens after something huge.
For once, there’s no noise in my head. No list, no schedule, no guilt waiting to fill the space. Just him. Cam brushes a thumb across my cheek, slow and careful, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he touches too fast.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
I nod, still trying to find words. “Yeah. I’m—yeah.”
His mouth curves, that small smile that always makes my chest ache. “You sure? You look like someone just rewired your brain.”
“Maybe someone did.” I smile.
He laughs and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Good. You needed a reboot.”
I roll my eyes, but the corner of my mouth betrays me. “You’re full of yourself, you know that?”
“Only because I know when I’m right.”
He shifts, pulling me closer, and I melt into him before I can stop myself. The scent of him—soap, wood, summer—wraps around me until everything else fades.
Then he says, softly, “Katie.”
“Yeah?”
“Do me one thing.”
“What?”
“Let me in.”
My chest tightens. He doesn’t push. He just waits, steady as ever, his hand still resting over my heart.
“You don’t have to do it alone anymore,” he murmurs. “I’m not asking you to need me. I just…I want you to know I’m here.”
I look up at him, and for once, I can’t find a reason to push him away. Every wall I’ve built feels thinner now, every defense less certain.
I swallow hard. “That’s scary, you know.”
“I know.” His thumb moves in small, comforting circles against my skin.
I realize how close I am to letting him in—closer than I’ve ever allowed anyone to get.
I just don’t want to admit it yet.
He leans down and kisses me, slow and gentle this time, no urgency left—just warmth and promise and the feeling of something right taking root.
When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his chest and laugh quietly.
“You know, if anyone ever finds out about what we just did, I’ll have to leave town. ”
He grins, eyes still closed. “Guess we’d both be in trouble.”