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Uh, Allison?
She looked up to find Kerry, a young intern working at the library, watching her with a half-fearful
expression. And that made her mad. All day long women and even some men had eyed her like she was
dangerous. Of course half of those men she d caught staring at her breasts.
Taking a deep breath she tried to loosen tense muscles. What is it, Kerry?
The library s locked down. Everyone else is gone. I was wondering if you wanted me to stick around
and help with the shelving.
Startled, Allison looked out the windows. The sun was starting to sink, shadows spreading as it lost its
hold on the day.
Thank God. The longest day of her life was almost over. She slumped against the shelf. Now all she had
to do was survive the evening. Hopefully sleep would take care of the night.
Go home, Kerry. I m going to finish this cart then head home myself. Home. To be alone and figure
out how to get rid of the ache and urges plaguing her.
Bye, Allison.
Allison waved though she was sure Kerry didn t notice as she dashed for the door. Turning back to the
books she shelved one after the other. She really didn t want to go home. Her apartment would be even
more empty than usual after Vance s vibrant presence. Television wouldn t help and a book&
She closed her eyes and grasped both breasts. Feeling the way she did, a book would be worse than
useless. She d be lucky to remember the first words she read. Retaining more than that would be
impossible.
She shelved the last two books and stood staring at the shelf in front of her. If she wasn t going to go
home, and reading and television were out of the question, what was she going to do?
Her gaze strayed toward the adult section. It was in an alcove that was always closely monitored so that
minors couldn t have access. She was already hot and bothered. Reading any of those books would only
make it worse. Why would she even think about it?
Resolutely she turned away from the shelf where she d been working and pushed the cart back to its
assigned space. It was time to go home, fix dinner and if nothing else sounded appealing there was
always housework. Dishes, laundry, dusting.
She settled the cart in its place. Her gaze drifted back toward the sex books. Just one look. She d been
so determined to experience everything with Vance. Every secret, exciting, forbidden thing she d ever
fantasized or read about, and she hadn t gotten the chance to do most of them.
Slowly, arguing with herself each step of the way, she walked to the section she d dubbed forbidden
fruit. Chills ran up and down her spine. She looked around. She d never gotten over the fear of being
caught looking at the graphic pictures or reading the explicit text. If anyone ever found her she d die from
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mortification. Right then and right there, she d die.
Another guilty glance around assured her she was alone. She d only look at one thing. Then she d get
home, do routine things like bathe and do laundry and in a day or two it would be like her night with
Vance had never happened.
Chapter Four
Her hand went unerringly to the book she wanted. She hugged it to her chest and walked over to a
reading table. Sitting down she carefully laid it on the table. Almost reverently, she stroked her hand over
the cover. She would love to have a copy at her apartment where she could look and read without being
afraid of being caught. But it would never happen. She d have to buy the book and she d never have the
guts to do that.
Her heart beat faster as she opened the book. The first image was one she turned to often. The man s
penis was buried in the woman s vagina. One of her legs was drawn up so his penetration was plainly
visible. She had one arm thrown over her head. The man squeezed her breast, her nipple jutting from the
crest of her breast, red and swollen.
Taking a deep breath she nearly groaned as her own nipples rubbed against the wool of her sweater.
Flipping through the pages she found the picture she wanted. She pressed one hand low over her
abdomen and took long, slow, deep breaths.
It wasn t the pictures that aroused her. Well, it was, but it was the fantasy she d built around them that
made them arousing. A man of her own, someone it would be safe to explore all her fantasies with.
Someone who could be a little rough but always tender.
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