Beautiful Stranger

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    “Yes. And I’ll probably feel the need to fuck you in here, too. You got to be loud last week. But this week”—he brushed some hair off the side of my face, lips pursed—“not so much.”
    I swallowed heavily, unsure whether this was exactly what I wanted to hear or whether it terrified me. His hand spreading across the back of my neck was soothing. His palm was warm; his fingers were long enough to wrap almost to my windpipe.
    “You did only give me Fridays, and no beds,” he said. “Circumstances being what they are, I want to do something with you I know with absolute certainty you’ve never experienced before.”
    “And you?” I reconsidered why he knew this room so well.
    He shook his head. “Most people aren’t allowed down here at all. And I can assure you, I’ve never fucked a girl in the library before. For as much of an expert at this as you think I am, most of my adventures are in a limo on the way to drop someone off somewhere. I’m more of an arse than a slut, if I’m being introspective about it.”
    There was freedom in his determined bachelorhood;I didn’t have to pretend that this meant any more than it did. And even though it was only sex, and even though he was the first man I’d been with whom I really didn’t need to know at all, I had craved his touch all week long.
    I reached up and pulled his face close to mine. “Fine with me. I don’t need you to be a nice guy.”
    He laughed into a kiss. “I’ll be quite nice to you, I promise. You’ve so far refused the back of my limo or a quick shag at my place. You’re making me break all of my habits.”
    We were invisible from across the room, thanks to the books surrounding us, but if anyone walked down to our dark little corner, we’d be exposed. Something inside me began to ache in that heavy, sweet way that caused my spine to arch and my heart to pound wildly.
    Max stepped forward and bent to kiss me, starting with the corner of my mouth, humming at the contact and smiling.
    “I’m following your rules, but it does mean I’m hard all the time. I deleted the video, but I’ll admit I regret it. You’ll let me take some more pictures tonight?”
    It took so little from him to make me feel like I was no longer solid, but turning into a warm, honeyed ooze. “Yes.”
    He gave me a smile that made me fear for a beat that I’d handed a slice of my soul to the devil. But then he kissed my jaw, whispering, “You know I’d never showanyone. I despise the idea of another man seeing you like this. When you leave me, the next poor bastard will need to figure out all on his own how to please you.”
    “When I leave you ?”
    He shrugged, eyes wide and clear. “Or end this. However you choose to describe it.”
    “I half wondered this Friday if you’d simply not text. If that’s how it would end.”
    “I think that’d be pretty shite,” he said, frowning thoughtfully. “If either of us wants to end things, let’s have the courtesy to say it, right?”
    I nodded, surprisingly relieved. I suspected that even though I’d made the deal with myself to keep this about sex, if it ended I would still miss it—miss him. Not only was Max an amazing lover, he was also fun .
    But he was a player, and took this just as seriously as I did . . . which is to say not at all.
    “Now that that’s settled . . .” He turned me to face the stacks. Reaching around me, he opened the book, flipping to a specific passage, and then moved my hand to hold it open. With him pressed behind me and a shelf in front, I felt completely hidden, like I was buried in this hulking man. Or maybe sheltered.
    “Read,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Start there.”
    He indicated with his fingertip that I begin at a paragraph partway into a chapter. I didn’t know whatwas happening, who was narrating. But I understood it didn’t matter.
    Wetting my lips, I read, “ ‘When he and Louise met, they immediately went off together. Antonio was powerfully fascinated by the whiteness of her skin, the abundance of her breasts, her slender waist. . . . ’ ”
    Max’s hands ran up beneath my dress, over my hips, across my stomach, up to where he cupped my breasts.
    “Fuck, you’re soft.”
    One of his hands smoothed down my side and between my legs, teasing at my wetness.
    It was work to focus on the plain English in front of me, but I kept reading. Max moved his hands away, clearing my head for only a beat, because behind me, I