…And he sinks his fingers into his mouth. He takes his time, sucking them dry, before withdrawing them slowly.

Then he wets his lips with his tongue, savouring every bit of you. "Mmm," he lets out, with a low, primal growl.

"The way you taste" he begins, leaning down, and kissing you tenderly. He pushes his tongue through the seam of your lips, sharing the sweet aftertaste, mingled with your lavender soap and sweat. "Pure. Fucking. Bliss."

"Excuse me," a hushed voice comes from the front of the aisle. The librarian gawks at the two of you suspiciously, although mostly at Ghost. Pushing up her glasses onto the bridge of her nose, she frowns. "Is everything alright?" Flustered, you nod yes, unable to form a coherent reply. "Everything is fine, ma'am," Ghost promptly responds, expressing a tight grin, showcasing two dimples you haven't made out until this very moment.

you swoon, and a hot flash overtakes you.

She drops her gaze to the book cart beneath your ass, and arches a brow.

"Oops, sorry," you mutter, quickly rushing to your feet with a forced smile.

"My partner here is iron deficient," Ghost adds, and you anxiously blink up at him. "Felt a bit woozy. Had to sit down for a minute."

The librarian glances at you with concern. "Are you alright?" she questions.

"She's better now," he nonchalantly replies.

She nods, staring at us accusingly. "Uh-huh."

“we'll be leaving now," he says, linking his fingers through yours.

He practically uses your arm as a leash as you brush past he curious librarian and make your way back to the table.

You snatch your book as you walk past, and you make your way outside.

"That was some quick thinking," you humorously tell him.

He smirks. "Was it?"