Mag-log inCHAPTER 4 — PRIVATE COLLECTIONThe stairs to his apartment felt endless.Marcus didn’t let go of my hand the entire way up. His grip was firm, almost possessive, like he was afraid I might change my mind and run. My legs were still shaky from the orgasm he’d given me between the shelves, my panties soaked and sticking to me, my mind spinning with what I was about to do.I was really doing this.I was about to let the gruff, tattooed bookstore owner fuck me in his apartment above the store.The moment the door closed behind us, everything exploded.Marcus spun me around and pushed me up against the wall just inside the entrance. His mouth crashed down on mine — no more slow teasing, no more restraint. This kiss was hungry, desperate, almost violent. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts through my blouse before yanking it open. Buttons flew somewhere across the room.“Fuck, Elena,” he growled against my lips, palming my bare breasts roughly,
CHAPTER 3 — BETWEEN THE SHELVESI came back the next night like a woman possessed.The sign on the door already said “Closed,” but the moment I touched the handle, it opened for me. Marcus stood just inside, tall and shadowed, the amber lights behind him outlining every hard line of his body. His eyes locked on mine instantly, dark and hungry, like he’d been waiting all day with the same ache I’d been carrying since he pulled his fingers out of me and told me to leave.My panties were already damp just from the walk here.“You came,” he said, voice low and rough, stepping aside so I could enter. The bell above the door gave one soft chime before he locked it behind me with a decisive click that sent a shiver racing down my spine.“I shouldn’t have,” I whispered, but my feet carried me deeper into the store anyway. The scent of old books and cedarwood wrapped around me like a lover’s arms. My nipples were already tight against my thin blouse. I hadn’t worn a bra tonight. I wanted him t
CHAPTER 2 — CLOSED DOORSI should have left the moment he offered me tea.But I didn’t.Instead, I followed Marcus into the back room like a moth drawn to the only light left in the city. The space was small, intimate, lined with tall shelves of rare books and the faint scent of aged paper and leather. A single lamp cast a warm golden glow over the heavy oak table in the center.My heart was already racing.Marcus moved with that quiet confidence, pouring tea like we were two normal people having a normal conversation. But nothing about this felt normal. Not the way his eyes kept drifting to my mouth. Not the way my nipples had tightened into hard peaks the second we were alone.He handed me the cup, and our fingers brushed again. This time, he didn’t pull away immediately. His thumb stroked once across the back of my hand — slow, deliberate.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough.“I’m not,” I lied, even as heat flooded between my thighs.We sat across from each other. Th
CHAPTER 1 — THE LATE RETURNI really shouldn’t have been there after closing time.The sign on the door already read “Closed” in elegant gold letters, and the lights inside Marcus Vale’s bookstore were dimmed to that soft amber glow he always left on for the night. I stood outside for a full minute, debating whether to just slip the book through the mail slot and run. But the book was rare — a 1923 first edition of The Great Gatsby with handwritten notes in the margins, and I couldn’t risk damaging it.Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to see him again.I pushed the door open. The bell above it gave a soft, familiar chime.Marcus was behind the counter, tall and broad-shouldered, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead as he sorted through a stack of new arrivals. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos that snaked down his forearms , old ink, stories I’d always wanted to ask about but never dared. He looked up when the bell rang, and those sharp green eyes locked on me imm
Chapter 6: The Breaking PointThe drive back from the cabin was quiet, hands intertwined across the console, but the air felt heavier than on the way there. Every mile closer to campus tightened the knot in Riley’s stomach. Elena’s thumb stroked her knuckles soothingly, but her own jaw was tense.They parked a few blocks from Riley’s dorm. One last long kiss in the car….deep, desperate, tasting like goodbye and promise.“I’ll see you in class Monday,” Elena whispered against her lips. “Act normal. We’ll find moments.”Riley nodded, throat tight. “I love how you make me feel. Even when it’s terrifying.”Elena’s eyes softened. “I feel it too. More than I should.”Monday’s lecture was pure agony. Elena looked composed and professional, but Riley caught the subtle signs ... .the way her gaze lingered, the slight flush when their eyes met. Riley sat in her usual seat, thighs pressed together, remembering every thrust, every moan from the cabin.After class, a single text: “My office. Twent
Chapter 5: UnrestrainedThe second night at the cabin, something shifted. The careful control they had both maintained finally snapped.They had barely finished dinner when Elena placed Riley against the kitchen counter, kissing her with raw hunger. Hands were everywhere…tugging clothes off, gripping flesh, leaving marks. Within minutes they were both naked, bodies pressed together in the warm glow of the pendant lights.“Bedroom,” Riley gasped. “I want you wild tonight.”Elena’s eyes darkened. “You asked for it.”She led Riley upstairs, then shoved her onto the bed on all fours,no slow build. Elena dropped behind her, spreading her cheeks and licking her from clit to ass in one filthy stroke. Riley moaned loud, pushing back. Elena devoured her…tongue fucking deep into her pussy, then circling her tight hole, two fingers buried inside her, thrusting hard.“Fuck…Elena….yes—”Elena added a third finger, stretching her, curling relentlessly against her G-spot while sucking hard on her c
CHAPTER 4 — UNDER THE DESKI didn’t sleep.Not really.I got back to my tiny off-campus apartment around midnight, body still buzzing from the library. My thighs were slick, my lips swollen from biting them to stay quiet, my pussy aching with the kind of emptiness that made me want to cry. I stripp
CHAPTER 5 — LECTURE HALL ECHOESHe pulled me up slow after I swallowed every drop, his hand still tangled in my hair, stroking now instead of gripping. His kiss was deep, lazy, tasting himself on my tongue. I moaned into his mouth soft, needy my body still buzzing from taking control, from making h
CHAPTER 5 — BARREL DEEPMy knees hit the carpet hard, but I barely felt the impact. All I could feel was the throbbing between my legs the ache Luca had left me with, the slickness coating my thighs, the way my pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more even after he’d ruined me twice alread
CHAPTER 3 — THE FAILED HITThe whiskey burned going down, but I barely tasted it. Luca’s hand was still on my thigh under the table possessive, unmoving, like he owned the skin beneath the silk. His thumb traced slow circles, each one sending sparks straight to my core. I hated how my body responde







