Chapter 4:

Addicted in the Stacks

The next morning I sat at my usual window table, heart racing even before I took my first sip of coffee. My body was still deliciously sore from last night. Every time I shifted in my seat, I remembered how James had felt inside me among the bookshelves. I had barely opened my notebook when my phone buzzed.

James: Come over. Now. I need you.

I smiled, warmth spreading through me. I left my half-finished latte and crossed the street, pulse quickening with every step. The bookstore door was already unlocked. James pulled me inside the moment I stepped in and locked the door...