The hot librarian looked up from his book. “Yes?”
“I was looking for Tortilla Flat by Steinbeck, but I can’t seem to find it.”
“Oh, I’ll show you.”
I quietly followed him down the book aisles, never taking my eyes off his arse. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.
“Here it…” I pushed him against the wall of books and kissed him hard. The smell of old books always made me horny, and he whimpered beautifully in my arms.
“Daniel!” The shrill voice had him rolling his eyes.
He kissed me. “See you at home.”