Smut Lovers: The Chronicles

Tropes/Themes

Sapphic, bisexual, polyamory, age-gap, sexy librarian, dark corners of libraries, cozy aftercare.

Content Warnings

Consensual non-consent, bondage, age gap, voyeurism, light degradation/praise, exhibitionism, power play, spankings.

What the fuck am I doing here? Seriously. I feel like it’s an open secret, but I don’t care. I’m a junkie looking for a fix, and I can’t fucking help it.

On nights when I can’t stand the itch any longer, I go to the university library, to wander my way through the stacks of books, almost twelve feet high, until I end up in a back corner, somewhere with very little foot traffic. It’s usually dark and smells like decaying paper. You know the smell. Something like vanilla, unprocessed tobacco, and woodsy mold, giving the impression that you’re standing in a forest of old trees, which is true, except all the trees here are dead.

Tonight, I’m in a part of the forest that no one really reads—the Geography and History section. That’s nine hundred to nine-ninety-nine for those of you that remember the Dewey decimal system. Located on the fourth floor, the section stretches for ten rows, four columns wide. I wander around until I find a good secluded spot and pull a large book off the shelf.

The atlas I’m holding is from the early nineteen hundreds. The lines are interesting, as are the colors. I’ve probably learned more about how distorted maps are than any other person on campus, besides the students majoring in geography and history. This one is focused on Western Europe, so the other land masses are relatively small compared to England, France, and Spain.

It’s amusing to me how maps were the phallic symbol of their time as much as cars are now. Sometimes, they still are, for imperialist-minded types. It’s all illusions and power games, much like my presence here tonight.

Soft footfalls catch my attention as someone walks down the long stack toward me. He’s wearing a letterman jacket, so I’m pretty sure he’s not here to find a book, but I’ve been surprised before. A moment later, he confirms my assumption as he silently sinks to his knees and opens his mouth.

My adrenaline spikes as I close the atlas, pressing it to my chest, and move toward him. He’s here, offering himself this way, because I have rules. I walk a complete circle around him and judge him acceptable enough for the test. I might have to try again later if he can’t manage it.

My back is to the entrance of the stack. He’s still facing the opposite direction. “Turn toward me.” He moves, still on his knees, cock already pressing an outline into his jeans. Interesting, considering my rules.

One—you have to kneel to present yourself to me. Two—I’m the only one that can talk. Three—you can jack off, but you have to keep it in your pants. Four—you have five minutes to make me come. If accomplished, the supplicant has the option of fucking me.

I pull my phone out of my jacket and tie its sleeves around my waist. Lifting my skirt, I show that I’m not wearing any panties, which makes his eyes bulge. I set the timer and loop one leg over his shoulder. His hands instinctively cup my ass, and I start the timer.

“Begin.”

His tongue lashes out immediately, licking everything he can put his mouth on, wetting my skin until his face is mostly sliding around my labia. He makes long strokes with his tongue that are pleasant but doesn’t do much for me, although it’s apparently doing a lot for him. His little moaning noises and slurping sounds are adorable, but not working for me. The minutes go by, and I’m not even halfway to an orgasm when he grunts and huffs into my pussy like a freight train. The timer goes off.

I remove my leg and drop my skirt, walking away from him while he catches his breath. Rule five—I leave first, regardless of what happens. You can’t follow or approach me outside of the stacks, ever.

Most people respect that rule. A few haven’t, and they’ve ended up on the wrong end of a taser. I’ve also spread rumors that if you break a rule, there’s a gang of men that look for you, do embarrassing things to you, and post them all over the Internet. It’s enough of a deterrent that most obey.

That’s what the large book was for, too. Sometimes, knowledge is a good defense. Thankfully, I rarely have to use it.

Several weeks go by, with different stacks and different tongues trying their luck. One almost succeeds, but the timer goes off, and I decide to edge myself instead of letting him continue. There are rules, after all.

Then, late one night, as I’m leaving the bathroom, I pass one of my haunts and distinct noises catch my attention. If there are copycats, it wouldn’t surprise me. Rumors get around. People get ideas.

I dip into the stack near them and listen. They’re pretty audible, even though there are two feet of books between us.

“Russel,” the woman moans. “We’re going to be caught.”

“Just watch the entrance,” he says in a too-loud whisper.

The rustle of clothing is unmistakable. I can even make out the crinkle of a condom package as it’s being torn open. It’s well-known that bibliophiles sometimes like taking advantage of these stacks. I find a spot to lean against as my hand slips into my jeans. I curse myself a little for having changed out of my skirt already, but sometimes you have to make do.

The woman moans softly, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin on skin noises. I’m already grateful for the auditory performance, quickly ramping up to my impending orgasm with each audible moan the woman makes.

“That’s it, Julie. That’s it. Squeeze my fucking dick. Fuck, your pussy feels good,” he says in another near-whisper. I’m hoping Julie is enjoying herself as much as Russ, but when the sound of male completion reaches my ears, I can practically picture what happened. There’s sloppy kissing, the rugged noise of a zipper, followed by the rustle of shirt tails being tucked in. I’m hoping Julie is getting what she deserves, but unfortunately, I’m wrong.

“You were perfect, Jules. Just perfect,” he tells her. “Let me leave first. I’ll call you later and maybe we can do this again.” He gives her another kiss, then he’s swiftly moving away from her. Footsteps heading for the exit to the stack they occupied.

I stay where I am, in the near-darkness, listening to Julie breathe. She doesn’t move. I hear her sigh softly and lean against the stack. I assume she’s quietly putting herself back together until I hear soft panting. It’s not the overwrought moans she made with Russel. Russel couldn’t do the job, so Julie’s taking advantage of the warm-up she received.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I move to the end of my row and quietly slip into hers. My eyes readjust, and I see her with one foot braced up, head leaning back on the joist, keeping the weight of tons of books in place. One very curvaceous woman leaning against it would make no difference. Her hair is a natural brown, both on her head and between her legs. Her shiny curls are piled high in a simple pin-up that doesn’t look a hair out of place, while her slacks are pooled on the floor and her blouse is covering her belly.

It’s easy to figure out what her hand is doing while her eyes are closed, intent on her pleasure as her fingers expertly play along her clit. The stack smells like her sex already, and I can see the sheen of her arousal plastered across the light, creamy brown skin of her swollen mons.

I’m less than a foot away before she’s even aware of me. Her eyes flutter open, then go wide. I smile at her as her mouth drops open. I notice her hand hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s more intent on her obvious need.

“May I?” I whisper to her as I approach. Julie is at least a decade older than me, but still beautiful. Her smell, enticing, and Russel is a great fool for leaving her in this state. Or maybe that’s what they agreed to. I’m not completely sure and don’t care. She doesn’t give me a verbal yes, but nods, and that’s all I need to sink to my knees and press my face to her voluptuous folds.

The fake moans don’t make a reappearance, but deep sighs and pants accompany each teasing lick I make. Her hips rock into my face as I work toward a rhythm. I can barely breathe, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. My hand caresses her thigh as I prompt her to put it over my shoulder; she isn’t sure at first, but complies, and her weight settles on me like a mantle of trust. The move opens her to me even more, and I explore, looking for just the right spot. My tongue glances off the left of her clit and she moans, then swallows the noise immediately. I chuckle, now knowing exactly where to place my efforts.

Her hands land on my head, mussing my dyed black hair, caressing my scalp as I use the tip of my tongue to make quick thrusts at her sweet spot, alternating swirling licks and light sucks at her soft flesh. She fucks my face, chasing that sensation that I know is pooling in the base of her belly, waiting to drop lower and tighten everything into one of the most euphoric feelings outside of illicit drugs.

Never mind that we’re still at the back of the stack and the desk librarian has just announced that the library closes in fifteen minutes. I know that even when they say they’re closed, they’re open for thirty more minutes for folks that can’t seem to stop studying. Security does a tour of the stacks to make sure that everyone is on their way out the door. I have no worries about being caught; Julie won’t last five.

As my tongue is working its magic, I slip a hand up her torso to find a hard nipple. I was intent on caressing her breasts, but apparently Julie either had her bra off or she was playing with herself before she put her hands on my head. I rub the swollen nipple through her blouse and she groans softly, a real groan of pleasure as she fucks my tongue. She’s close, and I know I’m riding the edge myself. My pussy feels hot between my legs, but I won’t be distracted. I draw my hand away from her nipple after a few moments and snake it down between her legs, wetting my fingers with our combined moisture, gently working them into her vagina. She makes another surprised sound as I quickly explore to find where she’s most responsive.

I settle into a rhythm as her hips make small circles against my face. She’s so close, I realize; I thrust my fingers in an alternating pattern with my tongue. She groans as her leg tightens around my shoulder. In my excitement, I quicken my repetition.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck.”

Her voice is low and causes a shiver down my spine, giving me a tiny thrill, but not enough to push me into a full orgasm. I can hear her soft moans vibrate along her flesh. They’re perfect, becoming more urgent with the faster beat I’m creating with my tongue and fingers. It won’t be long now; just a little more effort to be rewarded with the fruits of my labor.

I keep the same pace even as she stills, angling herself exactly to where she needs me. Her juices are flowing down my fingers and across my tongue. Just as I wonder if she’ll squirt or not, her hands take up fistfuls of my hair, pressing my face against her as she shivers violently, gasping. I shove my fingers as far up as I can while pressing my mouth to her clit. I’m rewarded with a small torrent that waterfalls down my arm as she shakes through her orgasm, squeezing my face and fingers to the point that I’m seeing star charts behind my eyelids.

As her shivers subside, I pull my face out of her labia and slowly look up. She’s looking down at me in awe and then gapes at me, watching as I lick her juices off my fingers, then use my shirt to wipe her juices from my face. I tap her thigh and she puts it down, slowly, sighing in a way that tells me her glow is fading. I bounce to my feet and risk a quick kiss, letting her taste herself. Being cheeky about it, really. She blushes, her beautiful brown skin highlighted by the heat I’ve caused, but it’s fading, too.

I turn to go, and she moves, quickly grabbing my hand and leading us out of the stack. I have no idea where we’re going or how she put herself back together so quickly. In our rush, we move down a hall that I recognize, but never venture down, because employees frequent it.

As she pulls me along, I use my other hand to tame my hair. It feels like it’s sticking up, having been wildly styled by Julie’s hands. We hear voices, then turn sharply down another hall. She holds up a badge; a door pops open, and she pulls me through it before we’re discovered.

The lights in the office come on, and Julie pushes me back against her closed door, her lips on mine. I drop my bag and take her up on whatever brazen plan she has.

“What’s your name?” she asks softly as we catch our breath.

“Tess.” It’s the short version of my name. No point in giving her everything.

Julie notices my hair for the first time. She smooths it down, smiling. “Well, Tess. I think I might owe you.”

“Do you?” I ask, teasing.

“Mmhmm.” She nods, and that makes me smile.

“It only seemed right to help a lady in need,” I say, giving her a soft kiss. “Your man did you dirty.”

She sighs and presses her forehead against mine. “He’s decent enough. I talked him into it in the first place.” She presses herself against me, holding me between her body and the office door. “See, I’ve been watching you.”

“What?” is all I can think to say, suddenly feeling trapped between her and the door. My heart races.

“That’s right.” She traces a finger across my forehead, moving a piece of hair out of my eyes. “We have cameras installed in the blind spots around the library. Had them there for a few years now.”

I swallow. “That’s nice.” From somewhere, I grasp my courage and caress her sides. “Did you like the show?”

“Yes.” She grins. “In fact, the security guard knows your schedule. He collects your little escapades in a file for me. As evidence, of course.” She lets me go and I stand there foolishly while she moves to her desk, watching as she clicks a few buttons and moves her mouse. The computer’s cooling fan kicks on, and I can guess what’s on the screen. She motions for me to come look, and the pervert in me is curious as to how much they can see.

Slowly, the computer screen comes into view, and I realize they can see nearly everything. Not quite my face, but there’s no mistaking what’s happening.

“As I understand, the deal you offer is, if they can make you come, they get to fuck you?”

My face is red, but I don’t respond. Is this some way of gaining a confession? She’s implicated now too, right? Is this entrapment? My throat tightens. The most she could do is turn me in for lewd conduct.

But she hadn’t stopped me. And she has years of footage. I watch as I meet different men in different parts of the building and each one leaves with varying degrees of emotions riding their face. Most glance around, wipe at their face, and adjust their dick, riding the high of sex and mild embarrassment, wondering if anyone saw them fail. Though, if rumors were to be believed, most of them have said they won their prize.

“It’s interesting that none of them have ever managed it.” Her eyes don’t leave the screen as we watch several dozen people mouth fucking my cunt.

It’s my turn to gape at her. I have no idea where this is going, and part of me wants to run, knowing I’ve been caught. Another part of me is glued to the spot. My executive functions are definitely shutting down as my lizard brain activates, recognizing a larger predator nearby.

The jig is up, as they say. Or at least, that’s what I’m thinking, until Julie grabs my arm and twists it until I’m bent over her desk, watching at least four different cameras show me a loop of people eating my pussy.

I’m breathing hard as she leans on me and speaks softly in my ear. “Want me to make you come? Give you whatever you were looking for out there?” she says as she nods to the footage on her screen.

Holy shit. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

“Yes, what, Tess?”

“Yes, ma’am, please.”

My arm is still braced on my back, her hand on my wrist holding it in place as she uses the other to pull down my jeans. A fast smack to my ass makes me hiss. “Shit!” I mumble as she laughs. I listen to her pilfer through her desk drawers. She sets something down next to me, but I can’t see what it is. I try to look, but her voice stops me.

“Keep watching the screen, Tess.”

I watch as scene after scene plays through. The near-pleasure showing on my face only to end in disappointment time after time. Julie’s fingers caress my folds, dipping into my labia.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Is this from you eating me out?”

I nod, but that isn’t enough for Julie. “Out loud, please,” she says as she pushes my arm further up my back, making me grunt from the pressure.

“Yes,” I reply with a hiss. “Fuck, yes.”

“Wonderful,” Julie says as she plunges two fingers into my vagina, matching exactly what I’d done to her earlier in the stacks.

I’m shaking in moments with need while my own perversions play on a loop and I’m in an open stance, bent over Julie’s desk with her fingers plunging into me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m stuck on repeat.

“Quiet now, or I’ll gag you.”

My ‘fucks’ are reduced to whispers as we watch me be eaten out over and over. No one person is the same. I have no idea who they are. But Julie has studied them.

“Oh, this one is interesting. They were close. I can tell. Your face has a hint of surprise on it. If not for your little timer, he would have had you.”

I watch, fascinated. I remember exactly who she’s talking about. “They?”

Julie chuckles, but doesn’t miss a beat with her fingers. My knees are weak. “Oliver is his name. Sweet kid. Has more confidence now that they’re transitioning.” Her voice sounds pleased, proud even. “It took him a while to find the right masc look. Helped them research doctors for their surgery. He’s a senior now. Maybe you should approach them and see if he’s interested.”

Is she actually giving me dating advice while she’s fingering me? What the fuck is happening here? I can’t believe it’s turning me on more than my games in the stacks. My brain feels like it’s on fire, and quiet. There’s too much happening at once and all I can do is feel.

The video keeps going, switching to another camera, showing me by myself with my hand down my pants.

“These are my favorites. You, playing with yourself. I’ve watched you get off a hundred times. Came with you as you muffled your cries into your sleeve.” Her fingers have me on the edge. “Are you ready to come for me now?” she whispers in my ear, though it’s just the two of us in her office.

I can’t help myself. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. You’re doing so good, Tess.” She removes her fingers, and a whine slips from my lips. “Just a moment, sweetheart. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” I stay still as I hear her open another drawer.

Something that sounds like a belt buckle tinkling, making that quaint metal-on-metal sound a moment before she tightens cool leather around my neck, making me gasp. Before I can say anything, I feel soft leather restraints snapping close around my wrists. A leather strap lays flush against my back, connecting the collar with the restraints. I can’t move my arms without moving my head. My brain is reeling from feeling how trapped I am and my excitement.

A bottle clicks open, and I flinch. The subtle smell of lube wafts to me moments before a slightly cold, lubricated dildo pokes at my labia.

“Spread your legs wider, honey. I want you to take all of this in one go.”

Julie is a fucking sadistic bitch, and if I wasn’t so turned on and trapped, I’d tell her that. But I do as she asks, and the moment my legs are in place, she rams the dildo home.

The contrast of the cold dildo and my overly heated sex makes me buck. Julie is right there, though. She holds me down and presses her abdomen into the dildo, holding it in place. The silicone balls press into my labia, caressing my clit. I’m gasping for air like a fish and groaning as she fucks me with the dildo.

Call me impressed that she can move her hips and keep the dildo in me. We continue to watch my greatest hits as she fucks me. I’m panting, warm, and nearly there when she stops. I whine again, and Julie laughs.

“Just wait. So impatient.”

The dildo comes out and I moan softly, biting my lip.

The office chair creaks as she sits. Her hands grab my hips as she maneuvers me back toward her, straddling her leg. I see the massive dildo under me and gasp, realizing how big it actually is; it had been inside me, and I barely registered its size.

“It’s big, I know, but I like to feel full when I’m fingering myself.” So it’s hers? Somehow the thought of it being inside her and her using it to come while watching me not only does things for my ego, but makes me hungry for it. My need to orgasm is so great, I’m focusing on my breathing just so I don’t pass out.

I almost miss her asking me a question. “I enjoy watching you finger yourself. It gets me off. Do you still want to get off, Tess?”

“Fuck, yes, please, ma’am.” What the hell am I saying? When I look down at the dildo again, I notice it’s strapped to her thigh. When did she do that? Am I so out of it I’m missing things?

“Good, sweetheart. Good.” She caresses my thigh, then grabs my hips, lining me up. “I want you to sit on my dick and fuck yourself while I play with you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say without hesitation. I slide onto the dildo and moan again, biting my lip. Moving. Fucking myself with her dick. I hear a click from the mouse on her desk and look up to see a red light on the camera perched on her monitor. The screen is showing me, completely disheveled, bouncing on Julie’s lap.

“Watch as much as you want. Then I want you to come for me,” Julie says as her hand moves into the shot and starts playing with me while I fuck myself on her thigh.

“Oh god, that feels good. Fuck.” It does. I can’t lie. She has magic fingers that are cool and light to the touch, and between those and her huge silicone cock, I shake, causing the chair to squeak obscenely with each movement. I can only hope that her office is soundproof.

“That’s it, sweetie. Come for me. Watch yourself come for me. Let me add this performance to my collection. Your pussy is so red, so pretty, doing exactly what I asked like a good little slut. You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Tess?” The camera zooms in on my pussy, framing my labia and clit, showing the dildo disappearing into me and reappearing like a magic trick while her fingers circle and rub. I close my eyes tight, seeing my pussy as an afterimage.

She hasn’t touched the mouse. Someone else is watching us, controlling the camera attached to her computer. It’s a moment’s rational thought that slips away as my need to respond to her and my impending orgasm resumes control.

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, biting my lip.

“Yes, I know you are. And if you come really well, I’ll let you meet my friend Jackson. The security guard that records all your trysts in the stacks. Would you like Jackson to see it? See how you’re getting off for me? See us together in the stacks with your face in my pussy, eating me so well, then riding my dick in my office like a good slut? Maybe I’ll have you come back and let Jackson fuck you while I watch. Or I can have you lick me while he buries his wrinkles in your young pussy. See if he can get you off in five minutes so he can fuck you. Those are your rules, yes?”

Oh fucking god, is this woman trying to kill me? “Yes, fuck, yes ma’am, oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Fuck.”

She doesn’t let up. My legs give out while impaling myself onto the dildo as my orgasm shoots through me. Breasts heaving as I lay against her body, Julie doesn’t stop fingering me no matter my twisting, whining, and moaning as she brings each successive wave out of me. All the while, her camera records my pussy clenching around her dildo.

Each breath I take hurts; my brain fights to reestablish some sense of logic as I lay against Julie, trying to hang onto that floating feeling. I don’t realize I’m crying until Julie whispers in my ear.

“Shhh, shhh, darling. That’s it, let it out. I have you, sweetheart,” she says while rocking me in her chair, the dildo still sliding in and out. It’s a comforting, filling sensation as she removes the restraints and gently brings my arms to wrap around my chest. She leaves the collar, a reminder that she’s still in control. Eventually, we stop rocking and she lets me rest, breathing heavily, stuffed full of silicone dick. I glance at the camera; my chest and pussy are framed for a moment, then the camera moves, zeroing in on my tits, somehow having escaped my button-down shirt and bra. Then it slowly pans down to my pussy and zooms in, focusing on how sloppy it looks with my cum.

Julie fiddles with something on her desk, then reaches over to a lower drawer and pulls out a blanket. Even in my half-dazed state, I help her spread it across us as she holds me. I glance up and notice the camera is now off. Julie is pushing damp hair out of my eyes while I hold on to the blanket.

“What a show, darling. That was wonderful.” She sounds so pleased. I’m pleased by her response, and yet I’m riding that edge of embarrassment and feeling used, wondering what I’ve done. “Are you ready to move to the couch?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Lovely. Ready? Here we go.”

We stand and move in tandem to the couch at the side of the office. She pushes me away, wrapping the blanket around me, then sits me down gently. I watch as she takes the dildo off her leg and goes to her mini fridge to grab a bottle of water. She moves toward me as if she’s floating. In truth, she isn’t, but I am. I’m a mess of a slut-burrito. She sits beside me, opens the water, and holds it to my mouth. I drink until the bottle is half gone. The stain from my cum on her slacks edges my embarrassment and pride a little higher.

“I really rung it out of you this time.” She glances at her slacks and smiles, allowing my pride to win out over the embarrassment. How could I be ashamed when she’s so proud of me and herself?

“You did.” My eyes close for a moment as I smile, images of the night flashing through my mind.

“All these years, here at the university library, playing our games. It’s been much easier as the director.”

We both laugh a little. I, too, have a lot of fond memories, most of them recorded for her viewing pleasure.

She sighs as she caresses my scalp, keeping me floating in my afterglow. “Though we’re going to need to figure out something else, sweetie. Jackson’s planning on retiring next year.”

“Oh?” I’m trying to process what she’s saying, but the pleasant fog is still holding me aloft.

“Yes.” I can hear another sigh there, just under the surface. “I don’t blame him. It’s time. We’re not as spry as we used to be. We were almost caught the other night fucking in my office.”

We chuckle. “Is Jackson working tonight?”

“Why? Did you want to go another round, Tess?” She offers me more water while assessing my current state. I shake my head, but answer her.

“If he’s working up to retirement, then yes. Not tonight, but soon. Maybe we can have him catch me and bring me to your office and you both could tag team me.”

She grins. “We haven’t done that yet, have we?”

I shake my head, and smile. “No, ma’am.”

Julie and her husband, Jackson, usually play with me separately. It’s a similar scenario as tonight, except he shows me the footage in the security station, makes me suck him until he’s hard, then he makes me sit on his dick as we both watch a variety of people eat me out. The whole time he tells me I’m his slut, not theirs, and his dick is the only one that can satisfy me. Once he comes, he bends me over his desk and eats me out until I come on his face, proving his point.

I don’t know who’s more sadistic, and I’m not sure I care anymore. I declared myself their slut a long time ago.

In the beginning, I came here for my own reasons, but being their plaything got me off more than I wanted to admit sometimes. My exhibitionism in the stacks started all this. Jackson caught me and brought me to Julie’s office, and we discussed it while I sat in her office chair with no panties, leaking my juices all over it.

The deal was, after the first time they caught me, they would delete the footage and let me go if I never came back. Then, as they watched me squirm, they offered me another option. Safe play partners, with consent. Someone to watch over me while I played my games, knowing that Jackson would record me the whole time and step in ‘catching me in the act’ if something went wrong, giving me a real means of protection, not just the rumor mill I had created.

We made a schedule of it. Jackson told me which days he worked, so I knew he was always recording me. Which he always did, regardless of whether any of us would play or not. Other nights I’d get a text saying which stack I should be in, and that was all. They did the rest. If I didn’t show, that was perfectly fine; it was my choice. That was pretty rare though, because I couldn’t get enough of them, my perverted power couple.

“If he retires, will we continue playing?”

Julie smiles. “Maybe. I have a private library. I could talk to Jackson about playing with you there instead. Would you like that?”

I nod. I would love that and wanted it desperately, in fact, but I was never sure how to ask. Tears form in my eyes. Julie’s sharp and notices before I use the blanket to wipe them away.

“Aww, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She caresses my face, mirroring my sad smile.

“Nothing.” She gives me a concerned look, and I explain myself. “I’m happy, actually. The scenes with you and Jackson are wonderful. I’d be sad if we stopped.”

She cradles my face with her hands as her gaze meets mine. There’s an enticing determination about her, and I can tell she wants to continue as much as I do.

“I’ll talk with Jackson, sweetie. He’s clever. Even if we can’t use the library as our own private playground anymore, we can come up with something. Besides, you’re half the reason our sex life is so interesting. Who would have thought catching a pervert and confronting her would lead to this?”

Who indeed? I smile. “Can I have more water, ma’am?”

“Certainly, darling.” She lifts the bottle to my lips. It’s the best tasting water I’ve ever had.