The Billionaire's Curvy Librarian (Curvy Librarians Book 1)

by Anna Heskin

  As I dragged my tired ass into the library Monday morning, I dreaded the conversations I’d have with the girls. I wanted to get on with my life and not discuss the weekend.

  The inquisition didn’t take long to begin once I entered the lobby. Jenna and Dawn both accosted me, speaking together at once.

  “Girl, we didn’t hear from you yesterday,” Jenna said.

  “How did it go with Mr. Fancy Pants?” Dawn asked.

  “Ugh,” I said with a frown.

  “What’s up with Eric?” Jenna asked as we walked to the kitchen to put our lunches in the fridge.

  I shrugged. “He can set his balls on fire and somersault to Kansas for all I care.”

  “What happened? Did you end up going to his party?” Dawn asked.

  “Yes. And I learned the asshole wants to buy this building after we get shut down,” I said.

  “So?” Jenna asked. “If it won’t be a library anymore, someone will buy it. This is a prime location.”

  “He already hid his true wealth from me,” I said. “I didn’t like that he also schemed to buy my workplace.”

  “It won’t be your workplace at that point,” Dawn said.

  “Are you two taking his side?” I asked.

  “No,” they both said at the same time.

  “Kelsey, you’re our girl and we stand behind you. But did he give you a reason he hid his true identity when you went out?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said. “Every woman he’s ever been with was only after his money. He got royally screwed by his ex-wife.”

  “See,” Dawn said. “He wanted to take you on a date to see if you liked him for other reasons.”

  “And you did, right?” Jenna asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “I was smitten from the beginning.”

  “How did it end?” Dawn asked.

  “I stormed out of his party and told him to have a nice life,” I said.

  “Come on, Kelsey,” Jenna said. “How often do you meet a man that you hit it off with like last Wednesday?”

  “Never,” I said. “Our date was special.”

  “Well,” Dawn said. “Talk to him.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think I can forget about this whole thing with the library and him being all stealth.”

  “You stubborn ass,” Dawn giggled.

  I smiled. “That’s me.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised to see another huge bouquet show up like Friday,” Dawn said.

  “I doubt it,” I said.

  Our manager assigned me to reshelve books that morning while Dawn and Jenna worked at the desk. The reprieve from talking about Eric was glorious.

  At lunch, a springtime rainstorm prevented us from sitting outside rating passersby on the Do Me Decimal System scale. The girls didn’t bring up Eric again. They must’ve sensed the topic would go nowhere.

  That evening at home, I took a long bath and listened to meditative music to recharge. I needed to resume my normal life as a happily single librarian.

  Tuesday saw a return to normalcy in my workday. Nobody mentioned Eric, which suited me just fine. They say if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

  I worked at the front desk during the afternoon. Two hours before closing time, a courier brought an envelope addressed to me. The word ‘URGENT’ was stamped in big red letters but the package had no return address.

  “Probably junk mail,” I muttered as I slid a letter opener along the top. The paper inside looked like a printout of a news article. A post-it note stuck to it read:

  Would you like your name on the building?

  The note brought zero clarity so I read the article. The top indicated it was a preview of a story that would run in the next morning’s newspaper with the following headline: “LIBRARY RECEIVES PRIVATE GRANT TO REMAIN OPEN”. Nowhere in the article did the reporter mention Eric’s name, only that an anonymous benefactor made up the shortage in the library budget and stipulated our branch stay open.

  I knew it had to be Eric because of the note and the fact they addressed it to me. Did he do this out of his feelings for me? My fingers trembled as I held the paper in my hands, digesting what I read.

  A huge, cheesy smile broke out on my face as I set the letter on the desk. Dawn returned from making copies for a customer. “Girl, why the shit-eating grin?”

  I jumped up and down and squealed in Dawn’s ear. “We’re staying open!”

  “Huh?” Dawn asked.

  “Eric donated the money to keep this branch open. It’ll be in tomorrow’s newspaper.”

  Dawn’s mouth hung open. “Why would he do that?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But a few million would be a drop in the bucket for him.”

  “Does anyone else know?” Dawn asked.

  “I don’t think so. He must’ve wanted me to know first,” I said.

  Our manager walked to the front desk with her cell phone to her ear. After hanging up, she said, “Ladies, we have called another special meeting for 4:00.”

  My restless legs shook, and it took all my strength to not blurt out what I knew. When 4:00 came, I entered the conference room at a near-run. “I can’t take it anymore,” I said.

  “Take what?” Jenna asked.

  “Okay, everyone. We got the money. We’re staying open,” I said as I shook the shoulders of half the employees in the room.

  “It’s true, we have a generous benefactor, a lover of the library,” our manager said.

  I giggled. A lover in the library too.

  Before leaving work, I sent Eric a text which read:

  Smudges were found all over the Kama Sutra and the library wants you to pay. Bring your fine to my apartment at 8:00 tonight.

  I didn’t have to wait long for his reply:

  Guilty as charged. I will pay.

  Eric’s gesture showed his true character. Nobody was perfect. I wanted to let his earlier actions slide and get to know the intriguing, mouth-watering man more. I texted him my address and trembled with anticipation as I spot-cleaned the apartment before taking a bath to clean up for his arrival.

  10

  Eric

  My heart swelled when I received the text from Kelsey. All I cared about was getting the chance to be with her and finally make her mine.

  Kelsey moved me like no woman had before. Granting money to her library was the least I could do for a person who showed me it was possible to open my heart again.

  If she never wanted to talk to me again, it was worth showing my appreciation to her by keeping the library running. The bonus kicked in when she invited me to her apartment.

  Kelsey’s place sat in a tired old neighborhood with charm. I knocked on the address she gave and waited a minute with no answer. After double-checking the apartment number, I raised my fist to knock again.

  The door opened, revealing Kelsey wearing only a towel held up by one hand. “You’re twenty minutes early,” she said with a smile.

  “My ability to tell time got lost in the excitement,” I said. Her sexy shoulders and wet legs threatened my sense of control.

  “Well, get in here,” Kelsey said.

  I stepped inside. Her humble apartment was clean and organized. The best part—it smelled like her.

  Kelsey dropped her towel and jumped into my arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She pulled her wet hair away from my chest. “Thank you for saving our library.”

  My cock grew hard in my jeans as Kelsey’s wet naked body pressed against me. “What can I say? I love books.”

  “Why’d you really do it?” Kelsey asked.

  I looked into her radiant green eyes. “In appreciation for what you did for me. I feel like I can open my heart and allow myself to fall for you.”

  “So it was for me?”

  “Yes. Even if I’d scared you off, I wanted to show you how I feel about you,” I said.

  Kelsey hugged me hard again, rubbing her bare pussy up against my crotch while her full breasts pressed into my a
bs. The warmth radiated through my jeans.

  “Kelsey, I want you to be my woman,” I said before putting my hands on her cheeks and locking my lips to hers. It had been far too long since I’d tasted her sweet tongue on mine.

  “I am yours,” Kelsey said. I felt like a bird who took flight for the first time. Kelsey held up a finger. “Hold on. I need to drain the tub.”

  I rubbed her soft shoulders. “Leave it,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see,” I said, taking her hand as I led her to the bathroom.

  “Are we making this official?” Kelsey asked.

  “I’m claiming you right now.” My cock ached but it would have to be patient. I wanted to savor every moment with Kelsey.

  “Get those clothes off,” Kelsey said as we stood by the bathtub. I let her help as all my layers made their way to the corner, along with my shoes.

  “I want you so bad,” I said.

  Kelsey nodded downward at my cock. “I can see that.”

  Two jar candles flickered next to the garden tub. “Do you have any more candles?” I asked.

  “Yes, probably a dozen more.”

  “Go get them,” I said. Kelsey retrieved the candles and lit them on every available space in the bathroom. The flickering candlelight flattered her curves and set a serene mood.

  “Is your phone off?” I asked.

  Kelsey nodded. “Uh-huh.” Her eyes eagerly awaited my next instruction.

  I opened a music app on my phone and fired up a soft romantic playlist. “Get back in the tub,” I said. “Replace the water with more hot if it needs it.”

  Kelsey lowered her smoking body into the water. “Get in here with me.”

  “Not yet. Do you have sugar in the kitchen?”

  Kelsey nodded as hot water trickled out of the faucet. “In the cabinet above the stove.”

  I went to the kitchen and found a small wide-mouth mason jar. I combined a cup of sugar with a half cup of coconut oil to make a sugar scrub. For a hint of flavor, I added a couple drops of vanilla extract.

  “What are you doing out there?” Kelsey called.

  “You’ll see in a minute.”

  “Get back here. I need your body to make this water warmer.”

  “Scoot forward, make room for me,” I said as I entered the bathroom with the jar. Between my large muscular frame and her ample curves, there wasn’t much room to spare after I got in the water with Kelsey. My hard cock slid along her back. It took a lot of mental strength to ignore the throbbing.

  “Aww, you made me a sugar scrub,” Kelsey said. “I have some under the sink.”

  “But what I made is safe to lick off each other.”

  Kelsey moaned. “This is getting good.”

  “Lean forward,” I said. “Let me exfoliate your back and shoulders.” I warmed the scrub between my palms then used gentle, circular strokes to massage it into her tantalizing skin.

  “That feels so good,” Kelsey whispered with her eyes closed. “How’d you know how to do this?”

  “Even big, buff men like to be pampered sometimes,” I said. “I have a favorite spa. I’ll take you there anytime.”

  “This is now my favorite spa,” Kelsey said as I continued to rub along the back of her elbows.

  “Now lean forward, put your hands on the other end of the tub. I need to get your buttocks.” My cock threatened to explode right there as she bent her delicious ass in the air. I watched her sweet pussy lips as they parted ever so slightly open and closed with each circular motion on her ass cheeks.

  “Oh, God, this is torture and pleasure at the same time,” Kelsey moaned.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. “Now, sit on the edge of the tub and face me. I want to get your knees.”

  I scrubbed her knees with my firm palms then slathered more dripping, warm scrub on her inner thighs. With a deliberate pace, I licked her until she squirmed.

  “Dammit, Eric, take me now,” Kelsey said.

  “Patience, darling.” I repeated on the other thigh. Her pussy sat four inches from my mouth but I resisted the temptation.

  “Let’s get you rinsed off,” I said as I grabbed the shower sprayer. As the warm water flowed over her curves, my hands followed, enjoying every inch of her young, firm body. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of Kelsey’s taut skin and the smells washing over me.

  “Let’s wash your hair now,” I said.

  “I already did that earlier,” Kelsey said.

  “Kelsey,” I said. “You’re going to want to do it again.”

  I sat behind Kelsey in the water, my cock still aching for attention. After pouring a generous amount of shampoo over her scalp, I interlocked my fingers and put my palms on the top of her head and worked the bottom of my hands against her scalp, working my way all around her head until a good froth formed.

  I kneaded her earlobes, causing a deep moan to escape her throat. I grabbed the sprayer and massaged her while the suds rinsed out of her silky hair.

  Our bodies writhed against each other as I set down the sprayer. “I can’t take it any longer,” I said. “I want you now, Kelsey.”

  “Take me,” she whispered behind her to the side of my face.

  “By the way, I’m clean,” I said.

  “We both are after that scrubbing,” Kelsey said.

  “You know what I meant,” I said.

  Kelsey giggled. “Yeah. That too.”

  “Lift a bit,” I said as I put my hands under her ass and pulled her higher in my lap. My cock slid along between her butt cheeks, then as she lowered herself, I aimed my head toward her soft opening. She slid down my shaft with a gasp.

  Her hand reached back and pulled on my neck. “You feel so good, Eric.”

  The heat and wetness of her pussy conspired to not let me last long. I’d been hard and ready the entire time I massaged and scrubbed her.

  “I want this for the rest of my life,” I said. “Any time I feel like it.”

  “I’m yours,” Kelsey said.

  I picked up the sprayer and held the head to her clit as her tight pussy continued to clench and unclench around my thick cock, while I rocked her back and forth in my lap from behind. The slow grinding sent me over the brink at the same time the water pressure gave her release.

  We both throbbed in ecstasy as all the feelings of the past week spilled out and gave us peace. I’d found what I’d always been looking for—not in a fancy shopping mall or expensive contract—but rather, in a bathtub in a modest part of town.

  Epilogue

  Kelsey

  One year later

  When Eric and I got together for good, we did our best to go on a mixture of dates—some of them to fancy places he loved, and others doing activities that ‘normal’ people enjoy. Over time though, I found myself more and more enamored to the rich lifestyle.

  It took several months to feel comfortable with the surrounding wealth. Eric treated me to exotic vacations, meals, and experiences I’d only dreamed of before I met him. I finally accepted the fact that I was worthy and deserved happiness.

  Eric showed a hardened demeanor to those he encountered in the business world, but I got to see the softer side. He went out of his way to tell me everything and not leave anything out. I’d stopped worrying about him soon after he gave his gift to the library.

  I still worked at the library for a while after Eric made me his woman but eventually that wore on me, so I quit. On a sunny spring day, the opposite weather of when I met Eric a year earlier, I descended the front steps of the library after visiting my friends inside.

  “Hey, honey,” I said as Eric approached. Our driver waited in a town car at the curb.

  “Ready to go get lunch?” Eric said after he kissed me.

  “Hold on. I want to look at the sign a bit longer.” Because of his donation, the city allowed Eric to rename the library. He named it in honor of my grandparents, who had unselfishly raised me and instilled a love of books and hard work in my
soul.

  Eric gave me a squeeze. “I wish I could’ve met them.”

  “Me too,” I said. “Be careful where you squeeze me. We’ve got a little one growing in there.”

  “Oh, if he or she is anything like their mama, they’re indestructible,” Eric said.

  I had my first appointment with the OB-GYN the day before. She said I was only eight weeks along. As far as I knew, the pregnancy was my first. We planned on keeping it a secret for another month, in case of loss. If it didn’t work out, we’d try again. Eric will make a great father.

  Eric and I settled into the back of the car after instructing the driver where to take us for lunch. “Hey,” Eric said. “Does this tie make me look like a 960? Or only like, a 920?”

  I turned my head to the side. “How’d you know about the Do Me Decimal system?”

  “You and your friends let it out when you were all plastered at our holiday party.”

  I giggled. “Oh, yeah. The night when Santa tried giving you a lap dance.”

  “Hey, I had a fresh haircut that day. I was a solid 980.”

  “What kept you from being a perfect 999?” I asked.

  “You weren’t hanging off my side,” Eric said.

  I leaned over and gave him a deep, passionate kiss until neither of us could breathe. “I’ll never get used to this.”

  Book Number 2 of the Curvy Librarians series is now available!

  Taken by the Mechanic

  An obsessed older alpha male and younger curvy woman steamy and sweet instalove novella

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  Noah

  After saving a captivating, voluptuous young woman from loathsome jackasses, I wanted to claim her as my own. Her oppressive, pain-in-the-ass mother tried to run interference. Her resistance is weak. It won't take long to fulfill my desires and make the tantalizing girl mine.