Emma locked the bookstore door behind them and turned to Alex. Her hands were already shaking with need. “Your place,” she said simply. “I don’t want to be quick tonight. I want all of you.”
Alex didn’t argue. He took her hand and led her up the narrow stairs at the back of the building to his small apartment above the shop. The moment the door closed, the air felt thicker, hotter. No more hiding between bookshelves. No more rushing. Just them, alone, with hours stretching out in front of them.
He pulled her close and kissed her slow and deep, tongues sliding lazily like they had all the time in the world. But the hunger was still there, simmering underneath. Emma could feel his c**k already hard against her belly. She rubbed herself against him, making him groan into her mouth.
“Bedroo
