Free Stuck with Him by Ellen Dominick Page A

but I never touch it. I work for everything I need," he said. Then his voice went low. "Any other questions?"
    The growl in his voice stirred up something deep in my belly, but I tried to push away.
    "And w-what were you doing in the library? Do you even like books?" I asked.
    Matt laughed. It was the first time he'd laughed in a while and he threw his head back, with his bright smile opened wide.
    "Do I like books?" Matt laughed. He covered his mouth with his hand and squeezed his eyes tight until the laughter had left him. "Do you really think I go sneaking around libraries to pick up unsuspecting girls? If that's what I wanted, wouldn't it just be easier to go to a club?"
    My cheeks burned. Okay. So that made sense. He was a billionaire; girls were probably throwing themselves at him every day! Still, he didn't have to laugh at me.
    I crossed my arms. "Look, I don't know what kind of freaky stuff you're into."
    Matt's laughter faded. He looked at me and licked his lips just enough to make me catch my breath.
    "That's true," he said, "you don't know."
    Matt paused just enough for the words to sink in.
    "I was at the library for exactly the reason I told you. To examine the library's copy of 120 days of Sodom," he said. "I run a small rare books business to feed my reading hobby. It was just icing on the cake that the librarian turned out to be a beautiful girl."
    Even in the cold of the taxi, my skin was hot. It was embarrassing. I wanted to hate Matt, but my body kept giving in to him. My lips were burning to kiss him, but I wasn't going to give in that easily.
    "And what exactly do you want with me, or are you all finished now that we're not trapped anymore?" I asked.
    Matt grabbed me. His fingers wrapped around my arm, holding me tight.  
    "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going anywhere? What I want is you. Inside the library. Outside of the library. I don't care where or how. I just want you ," Matt said. With each word, his fingers squeezed my body.  
    "What about you?" he asked, "What do you want from me ?"  
    I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
    What did I want from him? The question seemed too difficult. I could answer in a million ways, but which one was the right one? It seemed like it was just on the tip of my tongue.
    "Here we are!" The cabbie said.  
    We came to a halt right outside of my building. I looked up at it. Up a steep flight of stairs and down a narrow hallway was my apartment. One room. No kitchen. Barely a bathroom. That was my life.
    I looked back at Matt. He probably lived in the kind of place they wouldn't even let me step inside. Full of spotlessly clean elevators and concierges waiting at your every beck and call. The kind of place where the help comes in the back.
    Matt grabbed my hand. The size of his hands swallowed mine, covering them completely. He pulled me close enough to him that if I fell just a little bit forward, we would kiss.
    "It looks like you have two choices," he said. Matt's voice was quiet, but serious. "You can get out of this car and go back to your life, or you can come with me."
    My heart started to race. It knocked against my chest, from what? Fear? Excitement? I wasn't sure. Matt came a little closer, close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin and get wrapped in his musky cologne.
    "Of course, I can't promise that I'll leave you alone even if you do go," he said with a smile. "I don't think I'll be able to help myself."
    That was enough to steal my breath away. Was he really that serious? If he was, shouldn't I just say yes, even after everything? It seemed so easy. All I had to do was fall in his arms…
    "Hey lady," the cabbie said, "I don't have all day here. Are you getting out or not?"
    The driver's voice broke the spell that Matt had over me. I pulled my hand away from him and pushed the car door open.
    Standing outside in the cold, with the noise of the city around me, it felt like I had woken up from a dream. This was the real