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  ‘I like that better too,’ she says, pushing down into my hand and stifling a moan when I stroke her clitoris. I take my time, touching her gently, as the book suggests.

  I kiss the back of her thighs, then snake my tongue over the naked flesh above the tops of her stockings.

  ‘What else does it recommend, Sylvie?’

  She pauses, flustered. ‘Umm... it says that you kiss and lock your lips over the flower.’ I sense that she’s paraphrasing because her concentration is shot. That’s okay. I don’t need a book to tell how to pleasure a woman.

  I cup the round cheeks of her ass in my hands and part them, lifting my face between her legs, then let my tongue start to move on her, licking her lips, her folds, her clit.

  Above me Sylvie grasps her arms around the ladder, rounding her backside out into my hands as I dip my tongue inside her before sliding my face forward again to suckle her clitoris. I don’t give a fuck what the Kama Sutra says anymore. She’s hot and wet in my mouth, grinding down on my face when I push two fingers inside her.

  I can’t get enough. She’s drenched, wet from my mouth and her own need, and I play with her spread ass, touching her there lightly too to see if she goes for it.

  Oh, it’s safe to say she goes for it. Her body clenches taut around my fingers, and I feel her clit throb in my mouth as she comes silent and hard, clinging to the ladder tightly as if she’s scared she’s about to fall from a great height.

  We still for a few moments, straining with the effort of trying to breathe quietly, and then I help her down, feeling her body as I do, her skirt still high around her waist as I turn her around in my arms to press her back against the bookshelves. God, she’s responsive, her tongue is fast and hot in my mouth and her hands make quick work of the buttons of my jeans.

  ‘Thank fuck,’ I gasp when her hand slides inside my shorts and wraps around my rock-solid cock. She manages to free me and I spring out into her hands, and for a second, I have a sharp flash of reality. I’ve got my cock out in a public library. Anyone could come in here. The thought does nothing to dampen my ardour; the opposite, if anything. It’s wrong to do this in the middle of the afternoon. It’s wrong to finger the librarian until she comes on your face. It’s wrong to let her wrap her hand around my cock and work me. It’s definitely wrong to let her drop to her knees and slide the silken heat of her mouth over my cock, but ‘Fucking hell, Sylvie, that feels so good,’ I groan, running my hands over the waves of her hair, halfway to holding her head so I can thrust. I’m not going to last long, it’s too intense.

  ‘Sylvie!’

  Another voice, another interruption. Man alive, no! Not again, not now, not unless this fucking building is burning down, and even then I’m not sure I’d want to leave. I'd rather go down in a blaze of glory. Please don’t make her stop what she’s doing now.

  I look down at her, paralysed, and she looks equally anguished as she stands up and quickly straightens her clothes.

  ‘Don’t go.’ I hold her arm, and I can’t keep the urgency from my voice.

  ‘I have to, or they’ll come and look for me.’ She kisses me hard on the mouth for a couple of seconds, biting down on my lip.

  ‘I’ll be back,’ she murmurs. ‘Don’t go anywhere.’ She turns away, and then, as an afterthought, she reaches down the copy of the Kama Sutra and whispers ‘ pick a position,’ thrusting it into my shaking hands before hurrying away around the corner.

  I can taste her on my lips. I can feel her in my hands. I was so close to coming; my poor cock might never recover from the shock of being shoved back into my shorts after the brief heaven of being in her hot mouth.

  There’s a low stool at my feet and I drop onto it, my head in my hands as I wait for my heart rate to either come down or go higher and kill me. Please come down. I don’t want to be found dead in the library with my jeans unbuttoned and the Kama Sutra in my hands, I’ll look even more of a perv than mac man. I leaf through the book to pass the time, but to be honest, studying the top ten positions for mutual sexual satisfaction doesn’t do much to help me calm down. The Butterfly, for heightened female pleasure. Maybe I should choose that one because pleasuring Sylvie has just given me the most exhilarating ten minutes I can remember of my damn life, and I’m a man who has bungee jumped. I turn the book sideways to look at The Magic Mountain, an ideal position for deeper penetration. God, I want to penetrate Sylvie deeply. Balls deep. I want to sink my cock so far inside her that she’ll worry it might put her back out.

  Ah, the Crow, otherwise known as the sixty-nine. I fucking love the good old sixty-nine. There’s something about lying down and giving head while getting it that blows me every time. I mean, I like pretty much all of the different positions for different occasions, but every now and then, a slow and intense sixty-nine just wrings me dry.

  That’s not going to happen here though, for several reasons, the most pressing one being that I’m in the goddamn public library. The idea that I should go home flits through my mind, and I practically laugh at the absurdity. What man in his right mind would do that now in my shoes? Not this man, that much is for sure. I fleetingly wonder if this is how it felt for my wife and her lover; this illicit thrill. I look up and all of my sentient thoughts dissolve because she’s just come back around the end of the aisle and she’s already unbuttoning her blouse. I wish I could take her photo right now, something to look at later to prove I didn't dream this because I wanted it to happen so much. She really does look like a starlet from one of those vintage movies, all hot curves and pin-curled blonde waves. She’s reapplied a fresh coat of siren red lipstick, and as she draws level with me I go to get up from the stool but she puts her hand on my shoulder.

  'Stay there.' She lifts her skirt so I can press my mouth between her legs for a few seconds before she drops to her knees in front of me and frees my cock from my jeans with the fingers of a practised woman.

  ‘Third time lucky,’ she murmurs, as I reach around inside her blouse and unclip her bra. I lift it so her tits bounce out, and she smiles, her eyes glittering as her hand gets to work on my shaft. With her other hand, she pulls out a book on the nearest shelf and produces a box of condoms from behind it. This isn’t her first rodeo in the sex reference books, clearly, and I find myself almost laughing under my breath. Sylvie is just the most awesome, sexually aware woman I’ve ever met.

  ‘Did you decide on a position, Huey?’

  She looks into my eyes when she speaks, running her tongue over her ruby lips as she waits for my reply.

  I nod, but it's a lie. I don’t actually give a fuck how we do it by this point, I just want my cock inside her from any position or any angle.

  ‘Good,’ she murmurs, and then she puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back to lean against the wall and lowers her lips over my cock. I’m dying, people. Or I’ve already died and I’m in heaven. I watch that luscious mouth slide down my length, and I don’t want any position but this one. I almost cry out when she lets my shaft pop from her cherry red lips and straightens to kiss me hard.

  ‘So?’ It takes me a minute to realise she's asking me how I want it. Oh god. How do I want it? I take the condom she’s shaken out of the box.

  ‘Sit on me,’ I gasp, ripping the foil. ‘Sit on my cock, Sylvie.’

  ‘I hoped you’d say that,’ she breathes, and then she spreads her legs and lowers herself into my lap. I look down, and I can’t breathe as I watch her position herself over me, and then savour the rapturous, incredible moment as my cock disappears inside her.

  Oh lord. Oh my bloody beautiful library girl, I can’t speak, or think, or do anything but feel this overwhelming sense of intense sexual bliss. I’m inside her at last. Her body is tight around mine as she starts to move, kissing me, and I spread my knees wide to accommodate her ass more comfortably in my lap. I hold her close, and even though I’m sitting down I need to thrust because this feels fucking amazing. I grip her ass, stroke her back, and feel an almost violent need to come hard.
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  ‘Come, Huey,’ she whispers against my ear. ‘You’ve earned it.’

  God, I think I might love this girl. Can you love someone for just one day? I close my eyes, my arms around her, slamming her down hard onto me and holding her there as my hips jolt upwards, firm, deliberate strokes as I let go. I've never come so hard or so silently. Sylvie bites down on my ear and whimpers under her breath as her body goes rigid, and I swear if anyone had walked near our aisle we couldn't have possibly stopped because it was pure fucking ecstasy. When she wraps her arms around my neck afterwards, I feel... I don’t know. Intimate. Held. We’re pretty much strangers, but what’s just happened between us was powerful, much more than just opportunistic casual sex. I could have paid a therapist thousands and wasted hours picking through the bones of my failed marriage and still not felt this absolved of my anger or resentment. Sylvie hasn’t just given me an orgasm. She’s given me back my self-respect and glimmers of optimism for the future.

  ‘Thank you.’ I reach inside her blouse and fasten her bra, then kiss her some more, slow and deep while I button her blouse. She stands, swinging her leg over my hips, and I fill my eyes, imprinting her image on my brain before she lowers her skirt back into place.

  ‘Thank you too, Huey.’

  She slides the box of condoms back into its hiding place behind the sex manuals as I stand and button my jeans.

  What should I do now? I’ve never screwed a stranger in the library before; this is uncharted territory for me. Then I remember that while this is a new experience for me, Sylvie has previous form.

  She picks up the Kama Sutra and kisses close by my ear.

  ‘Give it a couple of minutes then come to reception,’ she whispers, smoothing her hand over her hair, rearranging herself for her public.

  I scrub my hands over my face once she’s left, wondering if I look like a man who’s just blown his load in the library. I take my time, leaning my back against the books and closing my eyes, recovering. Sylvie has turned out to be a girl that takes some recovering from.

  I find her perched behind the reception desk a few minutes later, her pen and pad in front of her again.

  As I approach her, she slides a note inside the book and smiles at me, the same professional smile that she’s turned me on with for the last few weeks, only this time, her eyes glitter bright and bold.

  ‘Just this, sir?’ she says, stamping the date inside the front page of the Kama Sutra and taking my card. It’s an antiquated system, entirely in keeping with my vintage pin-up librarian. I take the book when she pushes it towards me, and before I can think of something suitable to say someone moves to stand alongside me, too impatient to queue.

  I leave because I have no choice, but also because it’s the right time to go. I resist looking at the book, sliding it inside my leather jacket, safe against my chest as I ride home. The bike throbs beneath me, warm and loud, and I savour the freedom. Because that’s what I am now. A free man.

  Back home, I chuck my keys down and drop down on the old sofa in my makeshift home. Just looking at the book in my hands makes me grin, and on opening it, I find Sylvie’s note tucked inside.

  ‘My turn to choose next time. Page 72 is my personal favourite.’

  I flick to the page, then laugh and shake my head at both our synchronicity and her audacity.

  How the hell does she think we're going to be able to pull off The Crow in a public library?

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