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“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do in a library,” I said, “and never had the nerve?”
She went pink under the butterfly. “Against the shelves. Standing up. With a ladder.” She said it so fast the words ran together. “Is that mad?”
“It’s the best idea anyone’s had all night.”
She put the book on the floor, stood up, and walked me backwards to the tall shelves, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth. I lifted her. She wrapped her legs round my waist. Her skirt rode up and I found out that she wasn’t wearing any knickers and was absolutely soaking.
“Condom,” she gasped. “Pocket.”
I got one on one-handed. She guided me in, and I thrust up into her while the spines of Dickens dug into her back. She was loud. She gripped my shoulders and moaned into my neck. “Yes, highwayman, yes, harder.”
“Hold on,” I said, and tried to take a step. My foot caught the wheel of the rolling ladder.
It rolled. We went down together in a tangle, her laughing, me swearing, sprawled on the Persian rug with a volume of Trollope on my head, still joined.
She wriggled on top of me, helpless with giggles. Then she stopped laughing. She rolled her hips, slow and deliberate, and said, “Don’t you dare stop.”
I didn’t. She came on top of me, riding, hands on my chest, and I flipped her over and finished on the rug, gasping.
“Best library visit I’ve ever had,” she said.
Ending 14 of 16: The Ladder. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.