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  “No panties?” Bain teased.

  “I didn’t…” He cut her off with a bruising kiss. He wasn’t gentle. That was good; Delia didn’t need gentle. She bit his lip hard and tasted the tangy metallic taste of his blood. It was heady, filled with the rush of his desire. He growled, like a hungry animal, and pushed her up until she nearly straddled the steering wheel. He stared at her through lust-hooded eyes, and took her all in, from her puckered nipples to her flooded pussy. He lowered his head slowly as Delia whimpered and begged. His nostrils flared as he smelled her, then he dove in like a starving man.

  At the feeling of his tongue sliding against her sensitive folds, Delia bucked her hips and moaned.

  “Bain!” she screamed. Her hands clutched at his hair as he took her swollen clit and lashed it with his tongue. Sparks exploded behind her eyelids. Bain hummed in satisfaction.

  “Fuck. You taste so good,” he growled.

  Delia was helpless against the sensations that crashed into her. Her legs tightened around him, her world reduced to nothing but the furious strokes against her needy, swollen flesh. Fuck, he was good! He licked furiously, french-kissing her pussy lips the way he did her mouth. Delia panted, her hands fisted tighter, her body strung up like a tightly pulled violin string.

  “Fuck Bain, I’m going to cum,” she moaned. Her fists struggled against his hands as her body exploded into a million pieces. Her hips bucked as she threw her head back and screamed. Fireworks, nuclear explosion, the best orgasm she’d gotten in her life and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. When he said he was going to ruin her, he hadn’t been kidding.

  Chapter Four

  Bain watched the woman whose life he’d inserted himself into without warning. He didn’t do shit like this. When he’d met her gaze across the restaurant he’d gone rock hard. He’d tuned out the conversation and focused on nothing but her eyes, her breath, and the way she stroked the tablecloth subconsciously like she wanted to touch his skin. Fuck if he hadn’t gotten so hard his cock was a steel bar in his pants. He’d tried to tell himself not to take her. She would bring a shit storm his life didn’t need. Yet as he stared at her he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

  Selene; it suited her, goddess of the moon wrapped in blue velvet and her vibrant grey eyes that looked almost silver in the moonlight. Her blue hair was long, falling into small waves around her back. She was a fucking wet dream, all the fantasies he’d dreamed of in the flesh. He was a bastard, he knew, because if she had whispered her name, he knew he would have found her again. She still shuddered from his touch. So sweetly responsive. Though the blue of her hair had suggested ice, he’d tasted fire and enjoyed the inferno. He only had one night. One night for this madness to pass and then he intended to purge her from his soul. He lifted her in his arms, dazed as she was, and took her inside to his bedroom.

  Delia could barely see. It was dark, and she was cocooned in his arms, practically boneless from her orgasm. Her hands clutched at his shirt, feeling his muscles bunch underneath. He growled softly as she clenched her fists. His brow furrowed and he stared at her with eyes that had gone cold.

  “You don’t like to be touched,” Delia said quietly.

  “Yes, I do,” Bain bit out.

  “Then why…” Delia wondered.

  “I do not make a habit of explaining myself. To anyone,” Bain said quietly. How could he explain that her touch inflamed him? His control was stretched thin.

  Before Delia could respond, he sat her down on the edge of the bed.

  “Strip, Selene. I want to see you,” he ordered.

  Delia bit her lips to stop them from quivering. Her breath caught in her throat.

  “I don’t know how,” she whispered, her hands tightening around soft sheets that smelled like him.

  “Yes you do. Strip Selene. Bare your soul to me.” He sat back on the sofa facing the bed, spreading his arms and widening his legs—the very picture of a lazy god. Yet the intensity in his eyes made her want to weep with how much she craved his cock. It tented his pants, tantalizing, beckoning. Delia didn’t know how to strip but the look in his eyes told her she did. She stripped. Her hands roamed over the crushed velvet of her dress, the softness of dress rubbing against the hardness of her nipples as she undid the straps that crisscrossed the dress. It slid to the floor and she flowed sinuously out of it. Her hands cupped her breasts, held up by the elastic bandage that she’d added to compliment the dress straps. Her breasts were heavy and flushed, arresting his gaze.

  Bain reached down into the chest at the bottom of the bed and brought out something in shiny silver.

  “Come.” He curled his fingers in invitation.

  She swayed to him.

  “Kneel,” he ordered.

  She sank down on the plush rug. He brought the clamps to her face. Shiny silver with padded ends, it looked like jewelry. Delia stared at it and licked her lips. Her pussy ached, wanting to be filled.

  “Lick it,” he said.

  Delia lapped the cool metal, sucking it and his fingers into the hot, wet heat of her mouth. She suckled deeply, imagining it was his cock she licked.

  “Stop.” He sounded guttural and primal. Almost angry. Delia stopped and looked up at him.

  Bain growled and lifted her until he had both of them on the bed. He fastened the clamps, tightening them on each nipple until her nerve endings screamed in the kind of pain that made her pussy gush. He slid down, tightening the last clamp on her clit. She rubbed wantonly against his hard cock and moaned his name. He pulled her to him and slowly rolled his hips, giving her the friction she so desperately craved. Some, but maddeningly not quite enough.

  “Please…” Delia begged.

  He growled and flipped her over till she was on her knees again. Then he pushed on the back of her head until it rested on the sheets. Delia’s back arched and put her pussy on full display for him.

  “Oh my Selene. I could just look at this beautiful sight all night.”

  Delia whimpered as her body shuddered at his words. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs.

  For a second she couldn’t hear anything but his zipper slowly sliding down. Then, finally, she felt the heat of his cock at her entrance. When he surged into her, he pulled the chain connecting the clamps in time with the force of his thrust.

  “Fuck,” he groaned the same time Delia screamed.

  He pulled all the way out and surged into her, rocking her body with his thrusts. Delia took the brutality of his thrusts and begged him for more. The exquisite pain of his pulling at the clamps and the vicious thrill of his cock spearing her from within sent her body into overdrive. She clawed at the sheets and screeched his name while he punished her with his cock, grunting, growling, and pulling until his animal heat engulfed her with mindless need.

  “Fuck. I can feel your pussy choking my cock. So. Tight,” he grunted, each word punctuated with a thrust.

  Delia knew it was coming. She was cumming. Her body hummed and squealed as his fat cock grazed her sweet spot over and over until her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He slammed into her again and she exploded.

  “Bain!” she screamed.

  “Selene. Fuck!” he grunted.

  Her pussy clamped around his dick as he thrust deeply into her and exploded, filling her pussy with cum.

  As “Selene” fell asleep in his arms, he watched like a fucking perverted idiot. It was ironic that she would show up now, with so much hanging in a balance. It was ironic that he, a man who prided himself on getting what he wanted, wanted her but couldn’t keep her. It was just as well. He had a lot of things he wanted and Selene? He would just consider her collateral damage in his quest for a bigger goal.

  Chapter Five

  Delia knew he was gone even before she opened her eyes. The sheets were cold, the bed smelled unfamiliar and the room felt strangely empty. She knew, yet when she opened her eyes, she was still disappointed to find him gone. The window showed nothing but woods for a long stretch. D
elia dragged herself out of bed and ran a hand through her frizzy hair. She reached for her purse. Someone had left it on the nightstand. Her phone beeped but when she tried to turn it on, it died.

  “Now what? Great job Delia. Going with a man you hardly know. Now you’re stuck in a cabin in the woods with no one.” She bit her lips and tried not to panic. There was no clear plan in mind but she got dressed anyway and opened the door. With her shoes in each hand, she made her way to what she thought was the sitting room. There a man stood, wearing a suit and glasses, doing a pretty damn good impression of a secret service agent.

  “Miss Selene?” he asked by way of greeting.

  “Actually it’s…uh, never mind. Yes.” Delia shook her head. Bain didn’t want to know her name the night before. She didn’t think it would matter if she blurted it out now to someone who was obviously just security. He’d left, without a goodbye. It stung more than she was willing to admit.

  Get a grip. It was a one night stand. That’s how they happen. It’s not like he was going to send you flowers and ask you to dinner. You don’t even know his last name.

  “I have orders to take you to wherever you want to go and get you breakfast. Shall we?” Suit and Glasses asked.

  “Sure. Yeah,” Delia managed. At least he didn’t leave her stranded. She should be grateful for that, maybe. She followed him and got into the black SUV. Suit and glasses—she really needed to stop calling him that—got into the driver’s seat. Delia shot out her address and tried to wrap her head around what had happened the night before. Bain was such an enigma. He was obviously rich, good looking enough to get any woman. When he said he’d ruin her for other men, he hadn’t been kidding. She’d fallen asleep and woken up to his kisses and he’d fucked her two more times until she felt deliciously sore. He crushed her in his arms and their bodies had felt right together. She didn’t want to feel so bereft, so lonely, but she did. All she wanted to do was go back into his arms and have him touch her like he did. Delia sighed. She’d really screwed up. Developing feelings for a one night stand was very high on the list of things she knew she was going to regret. She already had enough.

  “We’re here,” Suit said.

  Delia nodded and got out of the car. She knew she didn’t have much of a choice. She didn’t know his last name anyway and she had a new job to get to.

  She spent the next week trying to forget Bain, but it was simply impossible. He constantly invaded her thoughts and dreams. Even on this very morning when she dragged herself out of bed, she sighed at the dark circles under her eyes. She showered, got dressed, got to work on time, and by lunchtime she was already half asleep on her feet. She needed coffee. Delia walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup.

  “Are you okay? You look exhausted,” a woman—Kay, she remembered—asked. She was sitting at a table with Celine, Charlie, Leslie and Nora. She’d worried she wouldn’t be able to keep them straight but each woman had a distinct personality. Kay was sassy and witty, Celine was elegant and smooth, Charlie was urban and stylish, Leslie radiated a calming strength she wished she could copy, and Nora was really sweet. Delia didn’t know what she’d been expecting after Mari had told her that Nora used to work at the café, but she was nicer in person and she made ridiculously good coffee.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Delia explained.

  “Celebrating the new job too much?” Charlie asked with a wink.

  “Something like that,” Delia said. She didn’t mean to blush, yet she felt her cheeks heat up anyway when she remembered just how she’d celebrated the news of her employment on the first night.

  “Ooohhhh she celebrated all right. Orgasms are a good way to go,” Kay teased, cackling with laughter.

  “Kay! Sorry, she’s too nosy for her own good.” Celine nudged Kay while the girls dissolved into laughter.

  “Oh god, am I that transparent?” Delia groaned.

  “Think glass but with all the lights on inside,” Nora said with a chuckle.

  “Dammit, not even the opaque kind?” Delia sighed.

  “Nope. Plastic Starbucks cup all the way.” Kay snickered.

  Delia groaned again as Leslie chimed in. “You have a boyfriend? Cel did say we are nosy so might as well, because I’m curious, new girl.”

  Delia bit her lip and considered. She hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Mari and she was dying to talk to someone about the craziness.

  “No. A one night stand,” Delia confessed in a rush.

  “Hot damn! Okay, you’re sitting and talking us through because from the look on your face you want to turn the one night stand into a two…three…forever kinda night stand amiright?” Kay asked.

  “I think a forever night stand should be a thing,” Charlie said thoughtfully.

  “Yes. And Delia, do not hold out on us,” Celine ordered.

  “I dunno. I felt something that I’ve never felt before. Then he left…it’s been over a week. I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again. Maybe it was a fluke anyway, just the high of getting the job I really wanted,” Delia said, trying to convince herself.

  “Could be,” Nora agreed easily. Too easily.

  “Or it could be the Library fucking with you, throwing your soulmate in your path.” Celine chuckled.

  “That’s not a thing, right? I mean, what does that even mean?” Delia asked, halfway between amused and intrigued.

  “It’s totally a thing. We work here, we get hot men. I think it’s part of the package,” Leslie said in mock seriousness.

  “It’s not. Ignore my sister. But it seems you want something more, so I wouldn’t close that door entirely. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. You’ll see. Stranger things have happened at the library,” Charlie said with a laugh.

  Delia didn’t know what to make of that, so she left it alone and focused on the book reading that was happening in the upcoming week.

  Chapter Six

  The book reading went reasonably well. She didn’t know much of what book readings entailed, plus she’d been backstage for most of it. Nora’s crazy ex had shown up and tried to threaten her, and Dax had satisfactorily beaten the shit out of the coward. Delia knew their love story was complete and ignored the pang of jealousy she felt. She wished she had someone to beat the crap out of a few people at her old job. She’d been forced to move on but it didn’t mean she didn’t still get the odd pangs of anger.

  Nora had deservedly gone home and Asher and Celine were still in a meeting with some rich dude. The last of the guests were leaving and Kay was wrapping up the entertaining with Leslie, which meant only she was left to clean up the mess and round up the staff. Delia sighed and made her way back to the main library hall, ignoring the suit and glasses standing by the stairs. She didn’t see him, and he didn’t remind her of Bain’s driver. She wasn’t going to start asking the poor guy if there was a central security firm they came from so she could track down the other suit and glasses who had driven her home. Mari had been beside herself with glee when Delia told her. She was convinced Delia would see him again. But Delia didn’t believe in fate—it was stupid to be fixated on something so flimsy.

  Giving herself a pep talk, she started stacking books that had been scattered and tried to ignore the ache in her chest. The girls stood at the doors waving the last of the guests out. Suit and glasses spoke briefly into his earpiece and made his way to the door.

  “The staff has cleared out most of the clutter so we can wrap this up on Monday. I’m going upstairs to check on Asher, and Lex is waiting for Leslie. We’ll be gone in a few minutes. You should go home too and get some rest. Great job today.” Kay smiled, and Delia nodded.

  Delia made her way to the kitchen and picked up her purse. She stopped to eat the last of the cupcakes, red velvet with whipped cream, and had a cup of coffee. The girls at the library drank coffee all day long and Delia was getting pulled into their habit. She didn’t have any plans but maybe she could drag Mari into a movie night sleepover.
She missed her friend. Mari had started hanging out at the Library a lot, but she’d had to work during the book reading. Now that she was done, she could finally find Mari. Delia smiled to herself as she walked out of the kitchen into the empty library hall.

  “Selene.” Bain startled her out of her serenity. Delia froze and wondered for a mad moment if she’d conjured him out of thin air. He stood there, his features unreadable. Only his eyes betrayed his shock. Delia drank in the sight of him, dress pants, button-up shirt and a dark long coat, all in black. It contrasted with his pale skin. His curly hair was a little bit longer. Her heart picked up rhythm at the sight of him. She moved slowly toward him without a conscious thought. He undressed her with his eyes. Lust flared like electricity between them, filling up the huge room until the air felt too thick to breathe. He didn’t move, watching her with predatory eyes.