By The Book

Emily walked through the entrance and saw nothing but rows of books. Not a soul around. She drifted toward the shelves, fingers tracing spines until two covers caught her eye—explicit covers, bodies pressed together, tongues mid-slide. She slid both books free, and tits swung into view. Heavy, jiggling, free of any blouse. Laura leaned on the shelf, completely topless, nipples tight. "Not what you expected?" Laura asked, voice low and warm. Emily's mouth worked, but no sound came. Laura smiled, stepped closer. Her perfume smelled faintly of cedar and skin cream. "I lock the doors for every new hire," Laura said, reaching past Emily to shelve one of the books again. Her bare breast brushed Emily's forearm. "Orientation stays private. Just you and me. All day if we want." She tugged the cardigan from Emily's shoulders, folded it, set it on an empty cart. Emily shivered, half from the cool air, half from the touch. Laura pulled a different title down, flipped it open to a marked page. "You'll like this one," she said. "Chapter four has two girls grinding on the reference desk until the security guard almost catches them." She ran a fingertip along Emily's collarbone, then lower, easing open the top button of her blouse. Emily's breath hitched, but she nodded. Heat pulsed between her thighs. "Want to try it?" Laura asked. Emily swallowed, pulse loud in her ears. "Yes." Laura's answering grin was slow and knowing. She slid her palm up Emily's bare stomach, fingers splaying, and guided her backward until Emily's hips met the edge of the desk. Their mouths hovered an inch apart; Laura's nipples grazed Emily's chest with every breath.