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I nod. “Makes sense.”
Bryan takes my words as acceptance and picks a condom out of the book. His eyes rove over my naked body as he drops his boxers, freeing his hard cock. My mouth waters and I reach out to touch him, but Bryan steps away to add his boxers to his neatly folded pile of clothes. It’s oddly endearing, and I’m smiling when he returns to slip a condom on.
Then he’s on top of me, his hard, muscular body covering mine. My nipples rub against his chest, and I moan. He runs the tip of his cock over my clit, and I arch into him, needing more.
Bryan slips a finger between my thighs and slides it through my wetness. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, hell, yes. I need you inside me. Please.”
I reach down between us and guide his cock between my thighs. When he’s buried to the hilt, Bryan growls. I moan again.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you do that,” he says.
“Do what?” I dig my fingernails into his back as he slides out of me and then slams back in.
I let out a cry.
“That. The way you sound. Fuck, Jane.” He slams into me again, drawing another cry from my lips.
We find a rhythm that ignites every cell in my core. Normally, I close my eyes during sex. Sometimes, I imagine I’m making love to a book boyfriend from whatever romance novel I’d last read, or think about a hot fictional scene. But Bryan is better than any fantasy. The reality of this man, in this room, is beyond my wildest dreams.
There’s just one thing missing…
“Talk literary to me,” I gasp as my orgasm builds.
Bryan presses his lips against my neck, making me moan, and then whispers words from Dracula, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
It’s not even a sexy quote, but just hearing the man talk is one hell of a turn on. Hearing him quote a book—any book—almost makes me come on the spot.
Bryan teases my nipples with his tongue and nips them softly before he looks me in the eye and says, “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
My hips buck to take him deeper inside me. “Oh, Rhett,” I exhale.
He changes his accent. “I want to hear you groan and to sob and moan and sigh and scream and cry out my name as I give you my soul along with my cock.”
It’s a total mangle, but I still recognize the words Jamie Fraser says to Claire. It pushes us over the edge, tumbling through time and space as my walls squeeze Bryan’s Scottish cock.
We lie still for a minute before Bryan flips us so that he’s on his back and I’m draped across his chest, still breathing hard. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiles.
“Have I told you that you’re beautiful?” His voice is gruff.
I blush. “Tell me again.”
I press my cheek against his chest and listen to his wildly beating heart. When it slows, along with my own, I push myself up and off his body. “Bathroom?”
“Third door on your left.”
I start to pick up my clothes, but Bryan grabs my wrist to stop me. “You’re not leaving yet. I don’t know about you, but I’ll be ready to do that again in less time than it takes to read one long paragraph from The Lord of the Rings.”
I hesitate, since all I want to do is hang out in this room and make love to this man while we talk about books. But reality knocks against my chest. “Much as I agree about the paragraph length, I have to be back at the library by one o’clock. And I don’t want to get fired in my last two weeks.” I force a Cheshire Cat smile, and Bryan releases his hold on me.
Reality has a way of rearing its ugly head… and mine is one where I just got replaced by his robot and have to start looking for some crappy minimum wage job when I should be at the library, helping patrons and putting away books. Not that any of that is technically Bryan’s fault—it’s technological change.
Bryan stares at me, biting his lower lip while I dress. Normally I’d feel self-conscious, but something about the desire reflected in his hooded gaze empowers me. I do a reverse striptease for him, never taking my eyes off his cock.
“Wow. That’s surprising,” I mutter, pointing to his thickening erection.
He gives me a confused look.
