Show Me by Ava Colt
Sitting in the library, Henry and Alex were alone in her favorite back corner. The other patrons had long ago gone home, but still they sat at the small table.
“We don’t have to stay here until I’m done done,” she said.
“Yes, we do.”
She had to keep working until she finished her footnotes. Henry, it turned out, wasn’t just adamant about helping Alex with her thesis, though. They’d had a thorough sexual exploration. He was really good at trying new stuff, and he always made sure she was comfortable with their experimentation.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Seems like something I might hear about later.” His grin got her every time.
He never turned her down, except the time she’d asked him about shibari. He’d been too nervous about the knots.
“We don’t have to do this,” she had said as Henry had struggled to get them tied.
“I know you want to, but I don’t think I’m made for this.” He wiped the sweat from his brow like he’d just finished a game. A game he’d lost.
“Untie me, and I can reward you for trying.”
“Yeah?” He enthusiastically began untying her. “Whatcha gonna do?”
“It’s a surprise.” She stretched on the bed. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”
“I know.” He climbed onto his bed, taking off his T-shirt like it personally offended him.
“Do that again.” Alexandra stood and put her hands on her hips. “Please.”
Henry smirked at her as he pulled his shirt back on. He raised it more slowly that time, agonizingly slowly, as if he knew how much it made her want him. She might have worried about objectifying him, but he gloried in his body, and he had shown her how much she could glory in hers. When Henry finally raised his shirt over his head, revealing his taut abs, toned chest, and a neck that she wanted to bite, her brain went blissfully blank.
“I claim my reward,” he said, like a pirate after his bounty. “Come, fair maiden.”
“Oh, I’m going to come.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her and rolled them over, so she lay underneath him, her wrists held above her head in his hand. He looked at her more seriously than she had ever seen.
“You’re mine, yeah?” He winced. “I mean, you belong to yourself. I mean—”
“I know what you mean.”
“We’re each other’s person. I don’t want you to be anyone else’s.”
“I’m your person,” she had said.
Just the thought of being with him was enough to send a tremor of excitement through her. Even in the library, even though she had fifty-two footnotes to go, she couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips.
“You sure you don’t want to tell me?”
She shook her head. “I’ll tell you later.”
“You better,” he admonished. “Seems like I might like it.”
“You will.”
“You better finish, then.”
“What happens if I don’t?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You really want to find out?”
“Sometimes the punishment is as good as the reward.”
“Then I haven’t been doing it right.”
“You’ve been doing great. A plus. What do I get if I finish?”
“How about I bend you over this table and find out how quiet you can be?”
She shifted in her seat, desire already low in her belly. “If I don’t?”
“No coffee tomorrow, sweetheart.”
“What—”
“You better finish, then.”
She put her head down and tried to think of how she could get back at him. She wasn’t worried. They had all the time in the world.
The End