Hanging out with Sawyer at the Library makes me happy because we’re out in the open and yet no one has a clue that we’re dating. We haven’t exactly been on an official date yet, but that’s what I’m calling it. Dating.

As I watch him across the table with a pen in one hand, while he types, one-handed, on the laptop, I’m reminded of the touch of his hands on my body and the pleasure they arouse in me.

My body heats at the reminder and I can honestly say I’m truly distracted. It’s been like this all week since he’d brought me here after giving me two orgasms in the classroom. My mind and body find him extremely distracting and I know that we’ve been getting strange looks from the Liberians in here. They don’t know anything so what’s the point in stopping what we’re referring to as open study.

“Andie,” Sawyer growls, although he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “You need to stop looking at me as though I have no clothes on,” he hisses between his teeth.

I blink and sit up straighter in my chair. “Yes, Professor,” I agree in a sultry voice that has his fists clenching.

Even though I know it’s wrong of me to tease him while we’re in public, I can’t resist. So taking my pencil, I slowly slide it between my lips and hollowing out my cheeks, I slide it in deeper before letting it plop out.

Sawyer’s hooded eyes are focused on my mouth and his breathing is labored. He presses some keys on his laptop and then he urgently whispers, “Follow me.”

My eyes widen at the meaning behind his action as he gets to his feet. “The old texts are in the same place?” he asks of the Librarian.

“Yes, Professor. They haven’t moved yet.”

“Thank you.” He turns to me. “Ms. Foster, now is the time to learn how to locate the older readings.” He urges me up with his eyes so I quickly follow him along the dark halls of the library, which look deserted.

At the end Sawyer grabs my hand and tugs me between two rows of bookshelves, and then he has me up in his arms and his lips on mine.

“I couldn’t take it anymore,” he whispers, nuzzling and kissing his way down my neck and along my collarbone. “We can’t do anything here, but hell, Andie, you and that pencil. My brain scrambled.”

Gripping his shoulders so that I keep my balance, I rub my pelvis against him and moan when I feel the strength of his arousal trapped between us. “Are you sure we can’t do anything?” I pause, gripping his head when he bites one of my nipples through my shirt. “Oh God! Sawyer.”

His hands and mouth are everywhere and when he slides his hands up the back of my skirt, and then into my panties, I absolutely melt. I lift a leg around his hip to get closer, and I’m not disappointed when his strong hands grip my butt, holding me still while he rubs his erection on my clit through my panties.

I grip the nape of his neck as his face is buried in the curve of my shoulder. His hands spread the cheeks of my bottom open, and then one more touch of his cock on my clit, and I’m coming. I throw my head back, clamp my mouth tightly shut and moan through the intense pleasure of my release. He continues to press against my sensitive folds until I can’t take any more and beg, “Please stop. No more.”

His hands shake as he slowly lowers me back to my feet with his erection pressing against my thigh before he moves his hips away.

I settle my skirt back into place while trying to catch my breath, but Sawyer turns his back and stands with his hands resting on one of the rows of books and his head dipped. It’s clear to see that he’s fighting his own need to come by the size of the tent in his slacks.

We might be pushing our luck being here for as long as we have, but I’m guessing it won’t take much to finish him off.

Smiling to myself, I slip between his body and the shelves and when he meets my gaze, I drop to my knees and have his throbbing cock in my hands within seconds. I watch as precum pools on the tip, which I lick clean with my tongue while holding his gaze. He seems to struggle for breath even as his cock lengthens, thickens, telling me he’s close.

Wasting no more time, I slide my mouth down on him and relaxing my jaw, I let him slide deeper before I suck. His body quivers and when he’s nudging the back of my throat and all nice and snug, I hum and swallow.

Sawyer’s head is thrown back and the tendons in his neck become visible all seconds before his release splashes down my throat. I swallow and suck, swallow and suck, until he pulls his dick free of my mouth. “I’m not sure I can walk,” he mumbles. “God, Andie...what you do to me.” He straightens his clothing.

He reaches out and helps me from the floor, and the gentleman that he is, he bends and brushes the dust from my knees. “I couldn’t leave you in the condition you were in.”

“Thank God you didn’t.” He laughs before becoming serious. “I’m worried that we’re taking risks that we don’t need to,” he admits.

“I’m sure that if we try harder then we’ll be able to refrain from attacking the other.” Smiling, I reach around him and grab a book from the shelf, I open to any old page.

Just as the librarian rounds the corner, I’m pointing at a paragraph within the pages. “I don’t understand this.”

“Is everything alright back here?” the woman asks, looking at her watch. “We should have closed five minutes ago.”

“Oops.” I hide my giggle in the book. “We’ll look at that again,” I suggest because I know that these books can only be used while in the library.

“I’m sorry that we’ve held you up, Claire.” Sawyer smiles at the woman and the change in her demeanor is amazing. She blushes and fusses with her hair while Sawyer keeps his smile on his handsome face. He moves closer and taking her arm he guides her away from the back of the room.

With a glance over his shoulder he grins widely, and lightly chuckles when I blow him a kiss and follow him back to the table we’ve occupied for a couple of hours.

We gather our belongings and head out into the night. My fingers twitch beside me because I want them to be held by Sawyer, but so close to the college we can’t.

“Once we leave here tomorrow, I have you for a full weekend. We can hold hands and kiss in public without fear of anyone from here seeing us. I can take you on a date and show you how much I love the time we spend together without having you naked at the same time.” he grins, his teeth white in the dark night. “Not that I don’t mind having you naked in my arms, but it will be nice to be able to take you out.”

Tears hover on my lashes that I try and hide from him, as I admit, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Lets go on one then.” He grins. “Leave the planning to me.”

I smile, feeling so damn happy that butterflies take flight in my stomach.