Sweet Perdition by Cynthia Rayne

plug he’d bought her underneath her work clothes. She’d gotten a salacious text from Ryker late in the afternoon, reminding her to put the plug in today. Blushing the entire time, she’d inserted the toy and then texted him, per his instructions, to let him know she’d put it in.
    She still couldn’t quite believe she’d had the courage to slip it in and leave the house. It made her feel alive, and intensely sexual, just like the man. She had a wicked little secret all her own.
    But she’d decided that if she was going to be a bad girl underneath, she’d dress the part of a proper librarian. She had put on a pair of demure white panties over with a matching bra, her gray paisley skirt, and a white blouse, covered by a black shrug.
    Too bad he wouldn’t get the chance to check beneath her librarian uniform tonight. He’d mentioned he’d be at the homecoming party for Duke, one of his brothers, so he would have to pass on seeing her this evening. She hadn’t protested, after all, everyone needs space.
    Unfortunately, her body hadn’t gotten the message. Made her want to text him after the party, ask him to come over. If she had to wait until tomorrow night to sleep with him again, she might spontaneously combust or something.
    “Hey, babe.”
    She froze. Oh crap.
    She knew who had spoken without having to turn to face him. Carl. She hadn’t received a text or phone call from him in a bit and had assumed he’d gotten bored and decided to find someone else to irritate.
    No such luck.
    She didn’t bother glancing up from the books. No point in keeping up appearances. She didn’t care what he thought anyway. “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”
    “Oh, we didn’t have much vacation time.” He sighed. “So I’m back to work tomorrow morning.” He got closer, trying to put himself between her and the shelf and she moved backwards, keeping a good three feet between them.
    “Come on, babe.”
    She spared him a glance, reluctantly. Yep, still handsome. Carl had a wholesome, clean cut appearance in his khaki pants and blue button-down shirt. He had thick sandy blond hair, with big brown eyes, broad shoulders, and a slight tan.
    Still an asshole though, despite the outer wrapping of hunk.
    “You look good,” he said.
    She could practically feel his eyes creep over her body. Starting at her hair, which had been left down and fell around her face in red curls and then he focused on her breasts. His gaze shot down to her bare legs, visible beneath the skirt. She felt like putting on more clothing, maybe a turtleneck. And then adding some mace to her ensemble, the perfect accessory when dealing with an oversexed jerk.
    She wrapped her arms around herself and thought about making a hasty exit. Unfortunately, Carl blocked the aisle. Trapped between him and the cement wall at her back, she didn’t have many options. The library was nearly deserted, save for a student assistant at the circulation desk several hundred feet away.
    “Well, I’m busy and you should be getting home. To your wife. ” Yep, nothing but ice in her voice.
    He placed a hand on the shelf by her head, inching closer. She jumped back, trying to maintain the distance between them.
    “Come on, what’s wrong with you? Don’t be so cold. Aren’t you even a little glad to see me? It’s been ages since we talked. I’ve missed you, babe.”
    She didn’t share the sentiment. In fact, she’d found his phone calls and texts exasperating. She changed the subject, not wanting to talk about their past relationship. “What is Lisa up to tonight?”
    His brow furrowed. “Lisa? I can’t think about my wife. Not around you. You are the only thing on my mind these days. Ever since I saw you at the wedding.” With that, he backed her up against the wall. “I keep thinking about all the good times we had together.” His voice lowered. “Remember when you and I spent that whole weekend in bed in college? Remember the way you came for me when