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He’s a smart orc and doesn’t ask what we’re doing. His nose has probably already told him.

The library is dark, but I don’t turn on the lights. The rain is loud on the high windows, and one could say it’s almost romantic. I drop the meeting packet on the returns cart. He’s just inside the door with water dripping off him, and where some guys might look like a drowned rat, he just looks yummy.

“Take your jacket off.”

He unzips it and hangs it on the cart.

“Everything else too.”

“Paige.”

“Don’t ‘Paige’ me.” I’m unbuttoning my blouse quickly. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you on this floor. I’m done thinking. If you’ve got a problem with that, say it now.”

“I have no objection.”

“Good. Now get the rest of your clothes off.”

He pulls his shirt off, and the red exit sign lights him up on one side. He’s wider through the chest than the jacket let on, and he has a line of hair down the middle of his stomach. I want to put my mouth on every inch of him. He watches me take my clothes off. My blouse goes on the cart. Then my bra, then the skirt. My tights come off with no dignity at all. The glasses go last, on top of the pile. I’m standing naked in the reading room, and I’m so wet my thighs are slick.

He takes his jeans off and stands there in the red light, and I take a good long look. He’s huge everywhere. I knew that already, but he’s still a lot to take in… or he will be.

His cock stands straight out, dark, and I’m already imagining what that ridge running down the shaft is going to feel like. My pussy clenches in approval as a bead of pre-cum appears at the tip.

“I don’t know how this is going to work,” I say. “I didn’t plan past this part.”

He smiles, and his eyes twinkle in the low light. “Every time you don’t plan, it has gone well.”

“Lie down and don’t sass me.”

“On the rug?”

“On the rug. It’s a good rug.”

He lies down between the stacks and the returns cart, flat on his back with his hands open at his sides, and looks up at me.

I can’t look at his face while I fuck him. If I do, I’m going to feel things, and I’ve felt enough this week. So I face his feet and sink down with my knees on either side of his hips, and reach back to grasp his cock.

I wrap my hand around the head, and he sucks in a breath. I’ve thought about this cock every day since that first day I touched him, and once, God help me, while checking out a stack of historical romances to Ms. Sorenson.

“You can touch me anywhere you want,” I say. “In fact, I’m demanding you do.”

Two hands the size of dinner plates land on my hips, then quickly move up to my breasts. His thumbs find my nipples and roll them, and they bead so fast it almost stings. I gasp, and then I laugh, because I’m about to fuck an orc, one I’m supposedly the mate of. This was not on my bingo card, or at least I didn’t know it was.

He runs his palms up the backs of my thighs, and one thick finger slides into my pussy from behind.

“Not your finger.” I take his wrist and move it. “I didn’t get naked on a rug for your finger. Hands on my hips. I’m doing the rest.”

I line the head of his cock up with my pussy and sit down on it. Only the head goes in before I stop.

“Fuuuuck.” The stretch empties my lungs. There’s a burn for one second, and then it blooms into a deep, aching fullness that makes my head spin. He holds still under me. He’s letting me do this at my own speed. God, I don’t know whether I should moan in bliss or cry.

“Don’t stop me,” I say. “Don’t help either.”

I sink another inch, and another. My body yields around him in increments, and every inch is newsworthy. The ridge gets to my entrance, and I stop there, panting. I can feel it. It’s thick and hard under the skin, and I’m aware of how much of him there is.

“Oh, that’s—no. No. Okay,” I say.

I push down past it. It drags over a spot I didn’t know I had, and everything in my belly pulls tight and lets go at the same time, and I moan loudly.