The sound of her from Jason Farrow’s lips made Meryl’s knees wobble. Her insides churned, body both hot and cold. “Thank you,” Meryl finally said. His book scanned with another beep, Meryl swept aside her determined tangle of hair and handed back Jason’s book. His fingers lingered over hers.
“Ahh…” Jason smiled, his face growing redder by the second. He nervously scratched his hairline. “I don’t know, you probably get this all the time, but would you like to…?” Jason pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the Library doors. “There’s a nice Italian bistro across the street. Would you have dinner with me?”
Sheila gasped. “Tonight?”
“Yeah,” Jason said, his gaze steady to Meryl. “If you’re game.”
Meryl opened her mouth to speak but suddenly found she’d forgotten each and every word in the English dictionary.
“I’ll just go get us a table.” Jason said, rocking back on his toes. “If you want to, come over after you close the library. If not—no hard feelings. Okay?”
Meryl nodded. “O—okay.”
Jason smiled and patted the counter. “Okay.”
With a nod to Sheila, a tune whistling from his lips, he turned and walked from the library. Both women watched, unblinking, as those tight jeans flexed with every step. The sliding doors closed behind him, Sheila turned to Meryl and patted her hand.
“Mmm the buns on that one,” Sheila said. “If you don’t have dinner with him…I will.”
Despite the warm summer night, Meryl pulled her cardigan tight as she and Jason crossed the street back from Pizan’s Italian Bistro.
“You know,” Meryl said, “I’ve been working here for six years and not once have I eaten at that restaurant?”
Jason, walking beside her, reached down and wove his fingers through hers. A hiccup of breath strained Meryl’s chest, quickly replaced by a soothing wave of relaxation.
“A crime,” he said with a laugh. “Great wine and pizza there.”
Meryl couldn’t stop her smiling. The two glasses of Pino Noir probably didn’t help any. “Great tiramisu, too.”
“I still find it hard to believe I’m the only one checking out your book of the month books,” Jason said as they walked toward Meryl’s car. “That can’t be right. I mean, that Borges book blew me away. I loved the story where the guy lives a whole year in the moment before he’s executed. So beautiful.”
Meryl nodded. “I love that whole genre—Magical Realism. It’s all about the beauty and magic of everyday life.”
His hand guiding hers, Jason swung his arm and placed a gentle kiss to the back of Meryl’s hand. “To the magic of everyday.”
“Mmm,” Meryl let out a little moan. “Thanks for inviting me. This was fantastic.”
“Was?” Jason stopped on the sidewalk beside the library. “Why the past tense? Date’s not over yet, is it?”
Meryl toyed with the top button of her cardigan, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. Talking books, sharing a pizza, the wine… it hardly seemed like a date. She and Jason could have easily done the same on her front porch. But now, to hear the d-word, Meryl’s heart again hit a dead sprint. Her face, already flush from Pino Noir, burned.
“We could go back to the library.” Meryl heard the words issue from her lips before she’d even thought of them. Stone-cold sober, Meryl would never propose such a thing. But just a little buzzed, the thought put a pleasurable shiver in her bottom.
Jason shrugged. “How can I turn that down?”
Meryl led Jason around the library to the employee entrance. Her heart raced, body tingling. She felt like a teenager, slipping in past curfew. “I need to get my keycard out of my pocket,” Meryl said, apologizing as she removed her hand from Jason’s.
He put his hand to the small of her back as she swiped her keycard through the lock. The LED light above the doorknob switched from red to green and they entered.
“Wow,” Jason said as the door latched behind them. “So this is how Oz looks behind the curtain.”
Meryl swept a hand, pretend modeling the collection of low-walled cubicles and storage shelves. “Magical, I know.” Keycard back in pocket, her hand again found Jason’s, hungry for the friction of his skin against hers. “C’mon,” She said, giving his arm a tug. “Follow me.
She led him through the employee area and onto the main library floor. Security lights made it seem the two walked through perpetual dusk. The quartz-embedded ceiling tiles twinkled like a thousand constellations waiting to be discovered. Past the central DVD racks and through reference, Meryl walked Jason to an arched entryway. It opened to a small alcove, its high-rising walls topped with a clear dome. Desks lined the space, a book cart parked in the far corner.
Meryl turned to Jason. The smile on his face seemed permanent, etched by a sculptor’s master hand into the most beautiful marble.
“This is my favorite place in the whole library,” Meryl said. “The acoustics in this little study area prevent sound from going into the main library and vice versa. Go on,” she gave Jason a playful nudge. “Tell me what I’m saying.”
Jason marched out to the reference books and stood hands on hips. Meryl smiled and said, “You are a beautiful man, Jason Farrow.”
Jason pinched his brow and jutted his head. “What?”
“You’re beautiful and I want nothing more than to peel that shirt off your back,” Meryl said in reply.
“Huh?” Jason shook his head and returned to Meryl. “That’s amazing,” he said, taking both Meryl’s hands in his. “I honestly couldn’t hear a word you said.”
“Neat, isn’t it?” Meryl said. “This room is like its own little world, this separate space where anything is possible.”
Jason took Meryl’s hands and brought them to his chest. Her fingers measured his steady, strong heartbeat. He leaned into her, their chests touching, and opened the clip holding her hair. Meryl’s hair fell over her ears and bounced down to her shoulders. With careful hands, Jason brushed the hair from her face, tucking her auburn waves behind her ears. “Anything is possible you say?”
Meryl nodded. “Anything.”
Jason, heat flowing in waves from his body, wrapped Meryl in embrace. With a small moan of anticipation, he leaned in and kissed her. There was no use in fighting it; Meryl melted in Jason’s arms. The play of his lips over hers buzzed electricity out from Meryl’s stomach, her body swallowed in waves of joy. Jason cradled the back of Meryl’s head as they kissed, fingers playing with her hair.
“Wow,” Meryl said, her cheek still to Jason’s. “That was some first kiss. Let’s not stop.”
Jason stepped back and nodded to Meryl’s cardigan. His hands rose, fingers ready. “Can I?”
Her breath coming fast and shallow, Meryl nodded.
“I have a confession to make,” Jason said, kissing her neck as he unbuttoned her cardigan. “I didn’t lose track of time earlier. I knew it was closing time and I knew who you were. I’ve been coming in here for months, trying to work up the courage to ask you out. I’ve followed your book club, and then when I came in and saw you…,” Jason’s teeth came together; his nibble turned Meryl’s bones to jelly. “I knew I had to ask you out.” The buttons undone, Meryl shrugged from the cardigan, just a silk bra and bare shoulders in the darkening night.
“I have a confession too,” Meryl said, tugging the hem of Jason’s shirt. “I scanned the book you returned and looked up your patron information.” Jason ducked and the shirt slid from his body, falling in a graceful helix to the floor.
Jason’s body was even better than his shirt had suggested. He was fit and muscular without being gaudy. Meryl traced the bulge of his biceps with a finger, let her hands work up and down his flat stomach.
“How naughty,” Jason said. With careful fingers, as if unwrapping a gift long-expected, Jason slid down the strap of Meryl’s bra and kissed the skin of her shoulder. “Everyday I came in here and saw you in a different cardigan. I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed
of unbuttoning those cardigans, seeing the sweater fall from your shoulders.”
Meryl slid her hands over the front of Jason’s jeans, the bulge already hard and hot under her palm. “It’s always so cold in here.”
Jason, one hand working the clasp in the back and the other cupping her breast, removed Meryl’s bra. Stooping down, he kissed her breast, his tongue licking circles around Meryl’s nipple. “Hm,” he said, “it is cold in here isn’t it? I can help heat it up if you’d like.”
Meryl looked down, saw Jason smile as he sucked her breast. The wave of pleasure knocked her knees together. “Yes,” she said, her voice breathy. “Yes.”
Jason wasted no time. First pulling Meryl’s skirt up over her hips, he clasped his hands behind her bottom and lifted her into the air. Kissing her as they walked to the back corner of the nave, Jason lowered Meryl onto the book cart. She leaned back, palms to the desk top behind.
With Meryl seated, Jason crouched down and hooked his thumbs under her panties. Meryl pushed him away, head shaking.
“Quid pro quo,” she said with a smile. “If you want to take mine off, you have to take off yours first.”
Jason took two steps back, moonlight from the skylight above kissing his skin. “With pleasure.” Slowly, Jason unlatched his belt buckle and pulled the belt from his pants. Pecs flexing, he undid the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper. The whrrsh of his opening zipper tingled Meryl’s thighs. She felt her own warmth reflected back up to her from the metal book cart. Her wetness soaked through her panties.
Pants open, Jason paused for a long moment before shuttling down his pants and boxers. Clothes in a pile at his ankles, Jason stood with hands to hips, his cock bobbing with each heartbeat. “You like?”
Meryl curled a finger. “Come here.”
Jason took a step forward and she wrapped both hands around his penis. Even one hand atop the other, the tip of Jason’s cock rose from her grip. With a smile, anticipation running up and down her spine, Meryl squeezed and slid her hands up and down Jason’s cock.
“Mmm,” he moaned, leaning in to lick her breast, kiss her stomach. “What do they teach you in Library school?”
Meryl leaned down, put her lips to Jason’s ear. “Naughty Librarian 101,” she purred.
With a heavy sigh, his muscles shuddering under Meryl’s hands, Jason stepped back and slid the panties from Meryl’s thighs. A moan of pleasure passed his lips as the cloth fell to the floor. Kneeling before her, Jason slid his hands up from Meryl’s feet, massaging her calves, fingers tickling her thighs, before finally spreading the lips of her pussy with his thumbs. He flashed a hungry smile to see Meryl’s face turned to the heavens, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Jason placed each of Meryl’s feet on the far edges of the book cart. Legs spread wide, he ever-so-soflty tickled his finger over her clit. The fingers of his other hand curled into her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Meryl moaned.
Jason bubbled with laughter. “This is only the first part.” Twisting her clit between his first and second fingers, her wetness running down his hand, Jason kissed her inner thigh. By painful fractions, each kiss approached her pussy, his lips aching Meryl’s whole body.
“You fucking tease,” Meryl said between heaving breaths.
“Aren’t I though?” Having enough of his game, Jason opened his lips and licked the length of Meryl’s vagina. Open lips pushed against Meryl’s, his tongue wriggling inside her, Meryl moaned. Her fingers and toes went numb with pleasure. His tongue licking up and down her clit, Jason moved one hand up to circle the delicate skin of her nipple. With his free hand, Jason pushed two fingers into her vagina, fingers rubbing Meryl’s g-spot.
Meryl’s back arched, her legs kicked straight and abs pulled tight as the pleasure washed over her body.
“Do you want to come with me inside you?” Jason said, tongue lapping her moisture.
The breath pulled from her, Meryl was unable to form the words. Instead she reached down and, weaving her fingers into Jason’s hair, pulled him up. The buzz in her thighs, uncontrollable quivers already wracking her body, Meryl refused to wait a second longer. Jason back to his feet, Meryl reached down and pulled his cock, running its tip up and down the slit of her pussy.
“Who’s teasing now?” Jason said, taking Meryl’s hands in his. “Can’t have that.” He guided Meryl’s hands to the desk behind them and kept his hands firm over hers as he penetrated her, his cock sliding into Meryl’s pussy. The pulse of his dick in her pussy wiggled Meryl’s toes with pleasure.
“You promise to keep your hands here?” Jason thrust his cock deep inside her. The book cart squeaked beneath them, the slap of his skin to skin like a gunshot in the hushed nave.
Meryl could only moan and nod.
A smile on his face, Jason fucked Meryl slowly, teasing her with each thrust. Had she not promised to keep her hands to herself, Meryl would have dug into that beautiful ass of his and slammed Jason deep inside her. Instead she shivered as Jason slid one hand over her breast. His other hand worked small circles of her clit as his cock slid in and out.
Promises be damned; Meryl leaned forward and took Jason’s balls in her hand, squeezing and tickling his skin with her fingers.
He grunted, sweat beading from his chest, unable to restrain himself any longer. With a moan, Jason pushed deep into Meryl’s pussy. His hands, sliding up and down her aching clit, pulled every fiber of Meryl’s body tight as a piano wire. Meryl clawed her breast, tugging at her nipple as they fucked. With a moan, she put her hand over Jason’s, guiding him over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” Jason grunted. “I’m gonna come.”
“Just come,” Meryl said. “Fuck me hard and come.”
Her whole body vibrated as Jason buried his cock deeper and deeper. His dick rock hard, each thrust pushing his cock harder onto Meryl’s g-spot. In the moment before orgasm, Meryl left her body, watched from a few feet above as Jason, eyes clenched, his every muscle quivering, looked down as he pounded into her pussy. Harder and harder, each thrust pushing them further back, she knew it was only the slightest nudge before her world washed white with ecstasy.
Her pussy squeezing his cock, Jason grunted. “Oh fuck, Meryl. Fuck, Meryl!”
It was her name grunted from the Jason’s lips that pushed Meryl into orgasm. That silk and whiskey voice buried deep into her stomach. Her body shuddered against his. Wave after wave of orgasm, Meryl shuddered, her whole body jerking. She bit her lip to stop from screaming.
“You fucking feel that?” Meryl said between breaths. “How fucking tight you make me come?”
With a final, aching thrust, Jason cried out and buried his face in Meryl’s shoulder. His heart raced against her chest, his breath huffing. She reached around and scratched her nails up his back. With a laugh she slapped his ass.
His breath under control, cock still throbbing inside her pussy, Jason lifted his head and kissed Meryl square on the lips. “I think the Book club selection next month will have to be a bit steamier,” he said.
“I fucking love the Library.”
Meryl bit at the taut line of Jason’s neck, hands working into his beautiful ass. He smiled, flushed cheeks contrasting his blue eyes.
“The library?” Meryl laughed and reached out, holding Jason’s face in her hands. “Just wait until we get back to my place.”
Taking Orders From the Boss
By Elaine LaRue
Amanda shuffled the papers and knocked them against the desk to align the edges. She checked the clock — time to call Stephen. If she didn’t call him, he wouldn’t make it on time. That was the nature of her employment: keeping Stephen organized so he didn’t have to think about it himself.
Tucking the papers away with one hand, she dialed a number on her desk phone and cradled the receiver in the crook of her neck. She opened up the top drawer of her desk, which was full of expensive silk ties. Amanda double-checked the appointment book. Dinner with a big client, Amanda read silently. She
seesawed between the paisley print and the woven stripes before choosing the more conservative pattern. No need to take risks with neckwear, she told herself.
When Stephen didn’t answer the phone, Amanda gave a deep sigh and replaced the receiver on the cradle. Whipping the tie from her drawer, she strode quickly across the hall and knocked several times. No answer. Amanda pressed her lips together and opened the door. Stephen sat with his back to her, fully immersed in whatever was playing over his headphones. Amanda was sure he had them on full blast. He’d probably be deaf before he ever retired, but it was his favorite way to unwind during a stressful day. He’d had almost too many meetings to squeeze in, which was why Amanda had shuffled this one to a dinner engagement. She had to pencil in time for Stephen to eat or his schedule wouldn’t allow it.
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