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murmured and tucked a strand of
my hair out of my eyes. “Let me steal you away for a few
minutes.”
    I nodded because I lacked the words of a
functioning human being. A sizzle ran down my arms as he lowered
his hand to my shoulder and grazed fingertips along the back to my
elbow. I ignored the girls staring at us, witnessing the intimacy
that occurred when we just stood next to each other.
    Sean pulled me away from the desk and we
crossed the expansive room to the elevators. We stepped into the
rickety, padded car and as the doors whooshed shut, Sean closed the
distance between us, captured my face in his hands, and pressed a
hungry kiss to my mouth.
    In those blissful moments his kisses burned
through the brightest part of me, soft and a little wet, he didn’t
rush and I had never been more grateful for our elevator being the
slow piece of crap that it was. We kissed blindly for minutes and
in that time I forgot anyone else bothered to exist.
    “How is it,” he murmured as the car came to
a climbing stop and the doors opened, “that I managed to survive
six years and now two days away from you I forget how to
breathe?”
    “Flatterer,” I teased and pushed him away.
He grinned that cocky, gorgeous smile and followed me onto the
deathly silent third floor. “Welcome to the graveyard.”
    He slouched, his messenger bag low on his
hip, and gave an appreciative look over the cramped space. “The
graveyard?”
    I nodded and dragged my fingers across a
dusty work table just off the elevator. “Back in the 80s some very
rich recluse donated a huge amount of money to the library on the
condition that they keep his collection of books intact for a
certain number of years. His collection, as it turned out, was some
of the most bizarre and useless books in the world, but since we
couldn’t shelve it properly with the rest of the library as per his
request, here it was banished. You’ll find such bestsellers as The Dangers of Trout Fishing and How to Craft with Cat
Hair .”
    “You’re just making that up to impress
me.”
    “No, it’s all true.” I grinned and pulled
down a red cover and displayed it for him. “Electric Knives
Omnibus, Second Edition.”
    Sean took the book from me and flipped
through the pages. “I’m not sure what disturbs me more, that the
author felt the need for an omnibus volume or that this is the
second edition of it.”
    “No one comes up here except people who get
lost, thus why we call it the graveyard.”
    “No one?” He quirked an eyebrow and shelved
the omnibus back into its dusty spot.
    I shook my head and smiled innocently. He
took a step towards me and I took a step back.
    “Nope.”
    I took another step, then another, and he
followed, the joking smile giving way to heavy-lidded, greedy eyes
and deep, quick breaths.
    “Little flirt. If I didn’t know better I’d
think you were inviting me to have my way with you.”
    My back hit the end of the book shelf and I
turned on the toe of my shoe to move around the stacks, hard metal
and sharp spines at my back. I glanced over my shoulder to catch
him following like a big cat, all muscles working in powerful
unison as he stalked his prey. A flutter of pleasure filled my
stomach as I led him on a slow, toying chase to the back corner
where a forgotten lounge area was hidden beyond the stacks.
    I took one step into the open space when he
grabbed my elbows from behind and snapped me back into his body.
“Tease,” he whispered against the back of my ear. “Don’t tempt me,
kitten.”
    I tilted my head back against his shoulder
and he lowered his mouth to my throat. His body felt warm and big
against my back. Sean’s hands dipped lower to my thighs where he
pulled a handful of my skirt into his fist and slowly dragged it up
to my hips so that the hem of my skirt barely covered my
panties.
    “Or maybe,” he murmured, “that’s exactly
what you are trying to do.”
    Sean let go abruptly and stepped past where
I stood wobbly and