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The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

She will be just getting into the car. Titan grabs his favorite tea from the hot bar in his office and makes a kettle. Once the kettle whistles, Titan pours a cup and lets the tea brew. He goes to a small bookshelf behind his desk. He scans the books. Collective works of Byron, Shakespeare, Milton, Frost, Austin, Cummings, Brontë, L. Huges and Knowles. But Titan wasn’t in the mood for heavy. He went to the bottom shelf. B. Potter, AA Mine, Dr. Suess, The Giving Tree, Rainbow Fish, and Mother Goose.

“Reading definitely isn’t my thing.” “Your loss.” No more words were spoken as Alex grabbed a few more non-LGBTQ themed books and headed to the counter. With Seb behind him, he paid and left the bookstore with a bag filled with enough books to last him the semester. They hit the interior decor store next and it being only few blocks from the book store, they walked to it. Alex roamed the shop with Seb giving unsolicited advice on what to get and what to not get. Not taking most of his advice, he shopped and stepped out feeling content with the new wallpaper, bed lamp and bulbs he bought.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

"You don't even like reading old books. Why are you buying all of these?" "Because I'm buying you out of this job for tonight." He walked back to the shelves once more, grabbed five thick history books, and stacked them on top until a small tower stood between them. "How about now?" Tobias arched an eyebrow as he pulled a sleek black credit card from his wallet. "Or do I need to buy that entire bookshelf over there before you'll leave that register and come with me?" Belle stared at the mountain of books worth nearly an entire month's salary.

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

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Idiot. Lia scanned the area, taking in the bookstore. It was well designed and decorated, easy for readers to browse, yet still with the charm often found in small towns as opposed to the city. She loved the reading areas placed thoughtfully throughout the store. There were little chairs and miniature tables in one colorful corner with a significant stock of children's books. A huge stuffed bear sat in one corner, holding a poster of a new release. Café tables had been set up around the coffee bar, where people could sit with their laptops. The aroma of hot chocolate, really excellent coffee, and spicy cookies drifted on the air, making Lia's mouth water. She realized she hadn't even taken t