Zoe’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat as she slipped between the tall shelves of the rare books section. The corner was even darker than the rest of the library — only a single dim emergency light glowed at the far end of the aisle. Dust and old paper filled the air. The risk of being caught made her p***y throb even harder.
She heard soft footsteps behind her.
The man appeared at the end of the narrow aisle, his tall frame blocking the faint light. His eyes were dark with hunger as he stepped closer, towering over her petite body.
“You came,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Such a brave little librarian slut.”
Zoe backed up until her shoulders hit the bookshelf. Her short skirt was already riding high, her black thong soaked and visible.
“I couldn’t stop mys
