The university library’s restricted upper floor was nearly deserted by 9 PM. Only the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of old wooden shelves broke the silence. Mia had claimed a corner table in the rare books section, surrounded by towering stacks that smelled of dust, leather, and aged paper. Her laptop was open to notes on *Delta of Venus*, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the thick load of Professor Vale’s c*m still faintly leaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d changed into after his office.
She crossed her legs, feeling the soreness between them, and smiled to herself.
Footsteps echoed from the end of the aisle. Adrian appeared between the shelves like a shadow, carrying a small stack of reference books. He froze when he saw her.
“Miss Sincla
