All Yours
Skyehis sweetheart strides backthe scent that made him mineinstant attractionhe hit me and it felt like a kiss
He stood with his back to her, pulling a book from the top shelf, suit jacket draped over one arm.
He didn’t turn when she approached.
“Close the gap,” he said quietly.
She stepped into the aisle until she was directly behind him. The shelves pressed close on both sides—barely enough room for two people to pass without touching.
He turned then, gray eyes sweeping over her slowly.
“Good afternoon, Miss Harper.”
“Good afternoon, Professor.”
He held out a small black velvet pouch.
“Open it.”
Her fingers trembled as she loosened the drawstring. Inside: a smooth silicone egg vibrator, matte black, with a thin retrieval tail. And a tiny remote.