Juliet Carrington was a woman in full control.
She ran the most prestigious private library in the city--an invite-only sanctuary for scholars, collectors, and dreamers. By day, she wore soft silk blouses tucked into high-waisted skirts, her rich brunette hair twisted into elegant buns, her red lips parted only when necessary. She walked with the kind of confidence that made people quiet. She had a perfect ass that swayed when she moved, high full breasts that strained the buttons of her blouses, and a voice like slow-poured honey. She didn't just command the room--she owned it.
But when the doors closed at dusk, Juliet became something else entirely.
She didn't need much. Just a good book, a glass of red, and the touch of the one man who saw through her perfect posture and knew exactly how to make her melt.
He waited for her in the upper reading loft, leaning against a ladder shelf. His sleeves were rolled up, his body relaxed but coiled--strong arms, thick thighs, and a cock she craved even when she pretended she didn't.
"Library's closed," she murmured, unpinning her hair. It tumbled in soft waves over her shoulders. "You shouldn't be here."
He smiled. "I'm not here for the books."
"No?" she said, walking closer. Her heels clicked over the wood floor. "Then you'd better show me your credentials."
He stepped forward, hands sliding around her waist. He pulled her flush against his chest--her full breasts pressing into him, her hips arching toward the bulge growing thick and heavy in his pants.
"You're not wearing panties, are you?" he whispered.
She tilted her chin up, unbothered. "Maybe I forgot."
His hand slid up her thigh, fingers confirming what he already suspected.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're soaked."
And then he dropped to his knees.
Juliet gasped, hand bracing against the shelf as he lifted her skirt and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue found her instantly--slick, warm, skilled--sliding between her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. He moaned as he licked, gripping her hips, pulling her into his mouth like she was dessert he hadn't earned all day.
He circled her clit with his tongue. Then sucked it softly. Then again, harder.
Juliet's back arched. "Oh my God..."
Her body rocked against his face, hips trembling, thighs spreading wider as he devoured her. She came fast--shuddering, clenching, crying out as waves of pleasure surged through her. She grabbed his hair and held him there while she rode out every aftershock.
When he stood, his mouth glistened with her arousal. His eyes were dark, wild. His cock strained thick and hard against his belt--long, heavy, perfectly shaped for ruining her.
