She laughed. He had a way with words for sure. “Glad to be of assistance.”
His slow, deep thrusts were different from the heated passion of last night, but they still served to make her a horny mess in his arms. With the warmth of the steam around them, Miller fucked her with deep, long strokes, kissing her neck and shoulder.
Leaning her back against the tile, she forgave the coldness on her warm flesh when his fingers skimmed around to her breast and gripped the slippery mound, squeezing and kneading. Taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched until heat shot to her pussy.
“Yes, Miller. Don’t. Stop.”
With her hands clinging to his back and shoulders, she bucked her hips with each thrust he offered, wanting to heighten his arousal and drive him as wild as he did her.
“Cambrie. Oh, baby. You are my dream.”
Mist circled them in wisps of rose and vanilla scents from the oval soap in the soap dish. Until Miller, she would’ve had a hard time believing this kind of loving existed outside of romance novels, but she had found it. Or rather, it had found her. Oh, God, Miller was corrupting her normal good habits.
Miller sped up his hips until they pumped into her with a steady force, increasing the spasms deep within her core. All the sensations swarmed into one. With her hips grinding into his, the movement allowed her to crush her clit into his pelvis, each connection sending throbbing spasms humming deep inside her core.
The orgasm built quickly, the dull aches deep within her pussy grew at an uncontrolled pace. Soon she clawed at his head to hold on, fearful of collapsing from the powerful waves of pleasure consuming her.
She screamed, unable to contain her emotions. “Miller! Yes. I’m there. I’m coming! Fuck me harder. Oh, yes!”
The swiftness of his thrusts increased, amplifying her pleasure. With his cock buried deep inside her pussy and her ass tingling from his finger’s earlier attention, Cambrie allowed the orgasm to sweep over her, to take her under its control. Soon her pussy rippled with wave after wave of pleasure, each spasm stronger than the one before it.
“Cambrie!” Miller yelled, before burying his face into the curve of her neck.
Water sluiced over their joined bodies, until Miller regained his composure, slipped his softening cock from her wetness, and stood her on her feet. With her pussy still humming, Cambrie stood quietly under the water. Miller stepped out to dispose of the condom before re-joining Cambrie under the showerhead.
“I’ve got to hurry. Work,” she said, rinsing shampoo from her hair.
Of course he’d understand being accountable and on time. He soaped her body using her fluffy sponge with an impressive efficiency. She admitted she could get used to this kind of treatment. But her head warned her to be cautious. They came from two different worlds and lived totally different lives.
Still, with bubbles slicking her skin and a sexy man standing in front of her, Cambrie gave in to the moment and enjoyed the shower until the water cooled and forced an end to their playing.
He helped her from the tub and wrapped a large towel around her before flinging one around his hips.
“For the record, I’ve never done that,” Miller said matter-of-factly.
Wiping her skin dry, she stared up. “Done what?”
“Made love in the shower. Never had someone that interested me enough to bother.” He tweaked her nose. “Until now.”
****
Once at work, Cambrie discovered it was impossible to concentrate. Her usual dedication warred with daydreaming of Miller. But she had managed to get some things done while the morning dragged by. Her most important project had been to set up an email account for Greg on the library’s computer network. Now he’d be able to email Miller when he left again.
She sighed, not wanting to think about having to say goodbye to Miller. Memories surfaced throughout the morning to keep her smiling and floating on air. Every time she thought of Miller’s hands or his kisses on her body, her cheeks warmed and her heart fluttered, not to mention she had creamed her panties after one enchanting remembrance.
Sorting the papers on her desk, she bundled a group of envelopes with a thick rubberband and tucked them into her briefcase to bring home to Miller. The Teen Reader Group had done a wonderful job writing the correspondence as part of their support for the grant. But since Miller had surprised her with his visit, then she no longer needed to mail them. She made a mental note to hand them to him when she got home.
Mrs. Ginnity walked in the front door with two other women, all dressed in skirts and heels and each carrying two shopping bags. “My goodness, Cambrie. Just look at all these donations for your military man.”
“Wow,” Cambrie said, pleased at the overflowing bags. “Where did those come from?”
Mrs. Ginnity stopped in front of the checkout desk where Cambrie stood dutifully awaiting customers. “From our bridge group last night. The ladies thought it’d be a great idea to collect them at our weekly game night. I’ll put them in the back. Follow me, ladies.” The other women followed Mrs. Ginnity and they disappeared into the volunteer’s office.
When they returned, Mrs. Ginnity waved goodbye to her friends.
“Thank you very much,” Cambrie called out after them.
“Now I’m sure you’re up to your eyeballs with work, Cambrie,” Mrs. Ginnity began. “So would you like a break to go hide in your office for a bit and work without the constant interruptions?”
The woman was an angel. “That would be super, Mrs. Ginnity. Just holler if it gets too busy or if Mr. Hackler needs me.”
The older woman just waved her hand in the air. “Not to worry. I have it all under control. And Mr. Hackler needs to get through me to interrupt you. Now scoot and let me get to work here.”
Cambrie swore she saw a twinkle in Mrs. Ginnity’s eyes at the mention of Mr. Hackler. Really? Could the woman be attracted to the stuffy old man? Would explain all the hours she was willing to volunteer at the library lately and why she liked to watch the front desk that Hackler walked by to get to any other part of the library. Cambrie smirked. What a pair they’d make!
Once in her office, she shut the door and logged onto her computer. Remembering all of Miller’s sexy emails warmed her heart. She missed that communication and the excitement of logging on and finding an email from him. But she was happier with him here in Maddyville at her apartment.
Okay, time to get back to work and stop daydreaming. Mr. Hackler had given her specific orders to prepare a detailed summary of her efforts to secure the grant to share with the library’s Board of Directors. She blushed—if he only knew what she had done with her pen pal.
Time passed as she became so engrossed in writing her report that she didn’t pay attention. A knock on her office door broke her concentration.
“Come in,” she said, looking up from the computer screen.
When Miller’s tall, muscular frame slipped through the door, Cambrie’s heart did somersaults. “Hey, there,” he offered, his casual tone hinted of enthusiasm.
“Wow. This is a pleasant surprise,” she said, remaining seated for fear of running and jumping into his arms.
He shut the door behind him, sauntered to her seat, leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on her lips, hovering long enough to make her crave more, and then sat on the corner of her desk, resting his jacket to the side. “Let me steal you away for lunch.”
Now wasn’t that the best offer she’d ever had? Smiling couldn’t be helped as she looked up. “That’s sounds wonderful. Wait a minute. How did you get here? Oh, my God. How rude of me? I didn’t leave you with a way to get around.”
“Well, ma’am. The last time I looked, I had two good feet, but that’s not how I got here. I rode my motorcycle. Can’t wait to take you for a spin and have your sexy little body cling to me while the wind whips around us.”
Of course a man like him would own a motorcycle. Probably had an army tank, too. “Miller, I’m wearing a skirt. I can’t possibly
ride on a motorcycle.”
“Not now, silly. There must be somewhere around here to grab a bite to eat.”
“Oh, of course. Let me just tell Mrs. Ginnity that I’ll be stepping out,” she said and stood.
“My so formal. So professional,” he said, not hiding his teasing tone. His hand moved quickly to wrap around her waist and haul her against him as he continued to sit on her desk. “There’s no rush. I wanted to see where you worked first. See if you’d give me a tour of the library. You know, for the grant.”
The mischief in his eyes warned her that he might have other objectives. “I think you have naughty intentions, Miller. What are you really up to?”
A squeeze from his hand resting on her side drove goose bumps over her skin. “Busted. Okay, I was doing some work on my laptop when the image of fucking you in the bookracks drove me so wild that I jumped on my hog and came to find you.”
She gasped. “Are you insane? We’d never get away with that.” Although, she wished they could because she grew hornier by the minute. “Mrs. Ginnity is all eyes and ears. Nothing would get by her.”
He laughed. “Let’s see about that.” His hand trailed down her side and disappeared under the hem of her skirt. The quick ascension up her leg to her panties sent warning bells blaring in her head.
“Miller!” she whispered through gritted teeth. “At least lock the door.” Had she lost her mind to want sex in her office of all places for Christ’s sake?
“Did when I shut it, Cambrie. I just want to touch you. Feel the slickness of your bare pussy lips on the tips of my fingers, wishing it was my tongue running along them.”
That did it. She melted into his embrace and allowed his fingers to dip beneath her panties. His finger slid through the wetness gathered there, her head arching back while biting on her lip to keep as quiet as possible.
With her hands anchored on his shoulders, she stood with his knee lodged between her legs and his finger caressing her clit. The slow circles he pressed onto the hard nub sent electric shocks throughout her core. A humming built from deep within her womb, the familiar urgency building.
“Oh, damn, Cambrie. You’re so fucking hot right now,” he said in a soft voice. Grateful for his quietness, Cambrie rocked against his hand. “That’s my girl, rub that beautiful pussy over my fingers.”
My girl? What the hell did that mean? Too aroused to think straight, she buried the question for now.
“Makes me so fucking hot, baby, knowing people are just on the other side of the door, and I have you in here all to myself.” His words sped up her heartbeat. Someone could interrupt them. The thrill of being discovered shocked her with its power to stir her libido and increase the fire already in her belly.
When he inserted one long finger into her pussy, she swallowed a scream. The orgasm took control from there and exploded throughout her pussy, each muscle convulsing with greedy nerves and transferring heated sensations deep into her womb.
Miller never stopped, just stroked and rubbed, caressed and fingerfucked her pussy with two fingers now, the tightness of her pussy growing over the delightful intrusion. When the vibrations slowly trickled away, she was left mesmerized by what had just happened. Since when did she participate in such wanton behavior and so easily too?
“I love knowing there’s a hidden firecracker under that librarian persona, baby girl,” Miller said, removing his fingers from her panties and bringing them up to his lips.
With a determined slowness, he licked them clean, his tongue wiping her juices from his skin. Wasn’t that the most erotic sight she had ever seen? She almost forgot to breathe while she took it in.
“Taste how sweet you are, Cambrie,” he whispered before pulling her into his arms and devouring her mouth in a kiss so deep and possessive she swore he branded his name on her lips.
Every swipe of his tongue against hers made her want to beg for more—more kisses, more loving, more Miller. Tasting her juices on his tongue, the creamy sweetness, only served to make her want to take his cock into her mouth to savor him. Her hands ran through his short hair, wishing it was long enough to grab hold of it.
Ending the kiss tore a cry from her throat before she remembered where they were, in her office, in the library and surrounded by nosy people. “Miller, you are so spanked,” she spit out, echoing the words he had used on her so many times.
Her statement served to stun him as he faced her with a cocked eyebrow. “Now I’ve never had that said to me before.”
“Well, you deserve to get your ass kicked coming in here and making me a blubbering, horny mess.” Her complaint came with no heat. Truth be told, she didn’t want him to stop touching her. If she thought they could have privacy long enough, she’d drag him to the floor to show him how horny he had made her. “I just wish we were at the apartment to finish.”
“Mmmm. We’ll finish later. Now give me that tour and you can tell me how you plan to finish later.”
“Or maybe I won’t finish and I’ll leave you aching like you do to me.”
“Try that, honey, and I will paddle your ass until it glows,” he responded, his eyes simmering with desire each time he spoke of spanking her.
“Let’s begin that tour. If we stay in here too long, the gossip mongers will have a field day.” She stepped into the hallway, her heels tapping on the tile floor.
As expected, Mrs. Ginnity stood at the front desk with a curious glare etched on her painted face. “Cambrie, who’s this handsome, young man?”
Oh, God. Cambrie now regretted letting the old woman hang around to help her out. “Um, Mrs. Ginnity, meet Lt. Miller Daly. My pen pal for the library grant.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
The elegant woman shook his hand and studied him too intently for Cambrie’s liking. “Oh, I’ve heard so much about you from Annabelle. I must say, she didn’t exaggerate.”
She what? Cambrie’s jaw dropped. “From Auntie?”
“Why of course. We just spoke this morning. Said you rescued her, Cambrie, from that mean nurse who insists on keeping her locked in her room. Honestly, that was so awful.”
“Aunt Annabelle misstated the facts. She took a fall because she refused to listen to the nurses’ orders and give them time to accommodate her request to go to the lounge.” And why the hell was Cambrie explaining herself?
“Well, that’s neither here nor there. So tell me, Lt. Daly, how long are you in town?”
“Please, it’s Miller. For about a week, less if duty calls.”
Cambrie’s heart squeezed like a vice had clamped around it. She refused to think of him leaving. “Excuse us, Mrs. Ginnity, but I’ve promised Miller a tour of the library so he can personally see how wonderful it is and why we deserve the grant.”
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said as Cambrie led him away.
“You too, young man,” Mrs. Ginnity said with a little too much sugar.
“She picked up the phone and is dialing, right?” Cambrie asked, walking up the stairs with Miller.
He glanced over his shoulder in a casual manner. “Sure is.”
“Oh, Aunt Annabelle’s going to have lots of questions now,” Cambrie complained.
“I’ll do my best to answer them as truthfully as I can,” he suggested.
Cambrie faced him and noticed the smirk on his face. “Careful, Miller. I don’t care what kind of training you have. You’re no match for a southern woman like my aunt when she sets her mind to something.”
“Hhmmm. Now I know where her niece gets it from.” He laughed when she shot him a warning glare over her shoulder. “This is a huge library, Cam.”
His use of the nickname that only close friends and family called her caught her off guard for a moment, made their acquaintance even more intimate. “This library has served generations in this county. It’s the only one for about fifty miles so you can understand the importance in keeping it running.”
“Of course,” he agreed, strumming his finger along
the books neatly stacked in rows. “I love reading. Biographies, history, mystery. In my line of work, when I’m not fighting the bad guys, then I have lots of down time, so I spend it working out and reading mostly. If I didn’t stimulate my brain and body then I’d go stir crazy.”
“And now you can add writing erotic emails to that list.”
He laughed but kept his voice low. “True.”
Walking through the three floors of the library gave them time to talk since making out wasn’t an option no matter how much Cambrie craved his kisses. “I want to hear all about your job. It sounds so interesting.”
“Oh, without a doubt it is. I’ve seen parts of the world I wouldn’t have without the military. But it’s not like in the movies where there’s always action. Gets pretty boring sometimes.”
“Do you mean not a lot of women available to spend your time with?” Somehow she couldn’t picture him as the type to be alone.
“Women are a rare thing on missions, darling.”
Well, that was a relief. “Answer me something, Miller.”
“Sure.”
“Why would you need to join an online dating site?” So what if the question had been burning in the back of her mind since his admission after arriving.
He shrugged, his wide shoulders stretching the material of his T-shirt. “Just hard to meet women in my line of work. I’m never usually in one place for very long. Thought it’d help when I got lonely. I can only look at the guys’ ugly faces for so long before I need to see a pretty lady.”
“Is that so?” Yes, jealousy had reared its ugly head.
“Uh oh. Did I say something wrong? Fuck!” he said, still in a quite tone. “I knew there’d be no good answer to that damn question.”
“Stop it,” she whispered and swatted his arm. “You don’t owe me any explanations, Miller, especially about something you did before we met. I just wondered, I guess, how many women you talk to online.”
“Just one,” he said without hesitation.
Her heart sank. She should’ve known that he’d have other women to chat with. A gorgeous, confident man in uniform who exuded sexual charisma wouldn’t need to be lonely. “I’m sure you have your choice of any woman.”
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