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the restroom and remove your panties, they would be soaking wet.”
    I gasped, but I didn’t attempt to pull away. Nor did I deny his statement. How could I? I’d been wet since I’d spotted him in the grocery store.
    He smiled. “Good. I didn’t want another argument.” He rubbed his thumb over the pulse in my wrist. “Now, do you want to come with me?”
    I didn’t miss the double entendre. “I don’t know.”
    “Honest enough. Would it make you feel more comfortable to go to your place?”
    I thought for a moment before I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
    A frown line creased his brow. The pressure on my wrist grew tighter. “Then what?” Then, a smile. “Oh, I think I know.”
    Again, my pulse began to race. “What?”
    “Do you have a key to the library?”
    “Oh, God.”
    More pressure. “Answer me, please.”
    I nodded.
    “And there’s a security system, I’m sure. You know the code?”
    “Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.
    My mind racing as quickly as my pulse. Could I get away with it? Yes, probably. The library was tucked away off the main street through town, no one would be likely to notice if we slipped in through the back door and didn’t turn on the lights. But just because I could get away with it didn’t make it a good idea.
    “Don’t think about it. Just feel. React. Respond. The only consequences are the ones you make for yourself.”
    I didn’t believe him for a minute, but I knew I was in too deep to say no. Even the threat of losing my job wasn’t enough to keep me from sliding out of the booth and walking toward the door. I was going to do it. Not because he told me to, but because I wanted it.
    The library was dark and silent, the parking lot empty just as I knew it would be. He’d followed in his car and parked beside me in the employee parking area. I lead the way to the employee entrance, keys jingling in my trembling fingers. At the door, he put his hand over mine as I went to insert the key in the lock.
    “This is it. If you don’t want to do this, say so now and it’s over.” He caressed my hand with the most delicate of touches. “But if we go inside, be prepared to give up your control.”
    I’d already worked it out in my mind, but when he put it that way, I hesitated.
    He smiled, and it was a wicked smile. “But if we do go inside, I promise you won’t regret it.”
    I turned the key and entered the security code. My hands were hardly trembling by the time I lead him into my office behind the circulation desk. Now that I’d committed to this, I was feeling calmer.
    He sat in the comfy chair in the corner, leaving me standing in the middle of the room between my desk and the door. He looked around, studying the pictures of Paris and Milan hanging over my desk. My office window looked out onto a pretty garden area with reading benches. At this hour, all I could see were the lights from the parking lot.
    “Close the blinds,” he said.
    I didn’t argue or question. The last thing I needed was a nosy teenager, or worse, a cop, driving by and peeking in the window. While I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen, I was pretty sure I didn’t want anyone watching.
    When the blinds were closed, he nodded. “Good. Now turn the desk lamp on.”
    The lamp he was referring to was more decorative than functional. I quickly obeyed and the parchment lamp shade cast an intimate golden glow across my office.
    “Now, strip.”
    Whatever I’d expected, it hadn’t been that.
    I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. There was still some rational part of my brain that couldn’t believe I was undressing in front of a stranger. In my office, no less.
    The blouse fell away, leaving me in my bra and conservative skirt. I paused, waiting for him to say more, but he didn’t. He only stared.
    I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. The motion forced my breasts up and out, and I watched his eyes drift to my chest. My nipples responded to his gaze as if he touched