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I’m nuts.”
    “I live at that store.” My mouth hung open in
disbelief. “Buy it, please. I know the guy who runs it and he is struggling big
time.”
    “I’ve seen his numbers, and yeah, he’s not
thriving.” A melancholy expression crossed his face as he continued. “I’ve been
going there for years and years, and I love books so much. But like I said, my
dad really disagrees.”
    “I agree. Do it,” I said forcefully. “You could do
so much with it because you have money. He never advertises, and the place had
no management to speak of.”
    His eyes were bright as he met my gaze. His pale
cheeks were flushed, and he looked excited. “You see the potential too. To me
it’s a little gem that just needs some attention.”
    “I will help you, if you want help.” I couldn’t keep
my gaze off his pretty, excited mouth. I couldn’t believe I’d run into someone
incredibly sexy who had a book fetish like me. I wanted to pounce on him right
here on the couch.
      “This is the
first time tonight you’ve been so animated,” he said breathlessly. “It’s quite
a turn on.”
    My stomach warmed, and the wine I was sipping helped
me feel a little reckless. I captured his ankle, slipping my hand up under the
hem of his jeans, feeling the soft prickle of hairs on his skin against the
palm of my hand.
    “I never meet anyone who’s into books like I am,” I said,
touching his leg.
      “Me either.”
I heard his surprised intake of air, and he closed his eyes as I stroked his
skin.
    “Just the feel of them under my fingers, the
yearning to hold them and lose myself in them,” I whispered.
    “Are we still talking about books?”
    “I’m kind of hoping we can stop talking period.” I
swallowed my nerves, and pulled my hand out of his pant leg.
      He got
gracefully to his feet and held out his hand. “Do you want to go into my
bedroom? You don’t have to.”
    Oh, I wanted to. My crotch, undeniably uncomfortable
at this point, got harder and harder to ignore.
    What the hell. I might be a little drunk, but I
really liked him and I wanted him so bad it hurt. For some reason he wanted me
too, and for once in my life I decided to take a risk.
    “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
      He grabbed my
hand and I followed willingly. A silky burgundy comforter covered the big bed.
Monet style impressionist paintings hung on the beige walls above neat walnut
bookcases.
      He stripped
off his clothes, and stood waiting for me. I moved slower than him, distracted
by his beautiful body. His shoulders were broader than I’d thought, his chest and abs smooth and muscled. His thighs were lean, but strong, and his
dick hard and bumping into his stomach.
    Adrenaline rushed through me as I looked at him. I
unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I
unbuckled my belt, and he got on the bed. He sat, legs hanging off the edge of
the bed, just watching me.
    I pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. My
cock sprang up, stiff and engorged, and I stepped the rest of the way out of my
clothing. His gaze was so intense I felt self-conscious.
    “You do not have the body of a nerd,” he whispered.
    He scooted up all the way onto the bed, and I
climbed on with him. I approached him on my hands and knees, and bent to
finally kiss his beautiful, full lips. His mouth, warm and sweet, opened
against mine. I breathed him in, tasting the berry tones of wine on his tongue.
    He cupped my cheek as he gently licked into my
mouth, probing, searching. He pulled away and lay on his back. I ran my hand
down his chest and stomach before I stretched out beside him, resting my head
on my hand.
    We stared at each other, waiting. A smile played on
his lips, and I thought my heart might beat out of my chest.
      “What do you
like?” he asked.
    “Other than you?”
    He grinned. “Do you like top or bottom? Or do you
just like blow jobs?”
    I flushed. “This is embarrassing to talk about.”
    He shook his head