Free Complicated by Claire Kent Page B

to feel him—all of him, as much of him as she could.
    His heat and scent and touch overwhelmed her
and Victoria moaned helplessly in the back of her throat. They were alone in
this part of the library. It was a section that was hardly ever used. And
Victoria couldn’t even wrap her mind around the fact that she probably
shouldn’t be making out semi-publicly in her place of work.
    Greg seemed to be just as out of control as
she was, and he started gathering up the back of her skirt with his groping
hand. When he’d pulled it up around her hips, he stroked the full curve of her
ass, sliding his hand over the soft skin and the skimpy lace of her panties.
    Her pussy starting to ache insistently, she
lifted one of her legs and tried to hook it around the back of his thighs. She
wanted to rub her groin against him, wanted as much stimulation as she could
get.
    He was just as aroused as she was. He was
hardening against her middle and making muffled, throaty sounds against her
mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose and rocked his groin into her with
involuntary little thrusts.
    “Oh fuck, baby,” he rasped, tearing his lips
away and mouthing a line along her jaw. His skin scraped erotically against
hers—just rough enough to send tingles of pleasure down to her center. “I
missed you.”
    His words affected her just as powerfully as
his touch, and Victoria’s head lolled back against the shelf behind her,
pushing the books back toward the wall. “Me too,” she said, gasping when his
mouth lowered even more to bite down lightly on the throbbing pulse in her
throat.
    One of her arms flew up to cling to the
shelf at shoulder-height, pushing back more of the musty, seldom-used books.
Her fitted suit jacket stretched taut across the swell of her breasts, and she
wished she was wearing fewer clothes.
    Greg evidently wished the same thing because
his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her jacket until he was able to push it
open. His big hand slid up to cup her left breast and her nipple tightened into
a peak at his touch.
    Victoria whimpered as she felt corresponding
tugs of pleasure at her pussy. And then she bit down on her lip hard when he
flicked at the nipple with his thumb.
    His erection pressed against her insistently—tight
in the confines of his trousers. Victoria tried to balance herself enough to
rub her arousal against his, still clumsily trying to get her leg higher around
his thighs.
    He hooked one of his hands around her raised
thigh—just where her lace-topped, thigh-high stocking met her bare skin—and
held her leg in place, giving her enough stability to get some good friction on
her clit.
    Her cheeks were blazing now, and her glasses
had slid about halfway down her nose. She would have taken them off completely,
but she couldn’t seem to let go of Greg’s neck. She shamelessly ground herself
against him—the fabric of his pants incongruously soft against her hot pussy—not
even caring if she looked overly eager or desperate.
    “Oh fuck, baby, that’s right.” His face was
hovering in front of hers—his eyes smoldering and his voice like gravel. “Are
you going to come like this?”
    “Yeah,” she gasped, using his solid strength
to give her the stability to let herself go. “Yeah, please.”
    He adjusted his leg to ease her awkward
position, and she let out a shaky gasp of relief as the stimulation intensified
on her clit. “Fuck, Victoria, you’re so gorgeous. So hot.”
    She rocked and squirmed, almost on the edge.
    “Look at you,” Greg murmured, “In your suit
and glasses. About to come against my leg in the back of a library.”
    She made a sobbing sound of anxious pleasure—realizing
how she must look, imagining someone coming through the stacks and seeing her
here.
    “What would they say if they saw you like
this? They think you’re a proper librarian but what if they saw how hot and
naughty you really are?” His breath blew against her damp skin, and his eyes
were