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two on board, it’d end up amazing.
Arthur wondered if Gabriel would like it.
“It’s too bad Gabriel couldn’t come.” Frankie sat back in his chair, cradling his wine in his hand.
“He had a big day. He’ll be along next time.” Arthur would talk to him about it when he went over after work.
He already knew there was going to be pushback once his librarian had a chance to think about what they’d done. The next time Arthur showed up unannounced, the doors would be locked.
So he’d show up at doors that couldn’t be locked. Easy enough.
Chapter Six
Gabriel stared into the mirror the morning after his sofa sex with Arthur and addressed himself sternly.
“You will not have sex with Arthur. You will not let him in your house. You will not let him rope you into anything crazy. You will not, under any circumstances, let him lick your ass.”
He managed to say that without blushing, but as Arthur had predicted, he couldn’t pass his couch without feeling uncomfortable in his underwear.
The encounter had been exciting, yes. And sexy. His body hummed, sated from its orgasm hangover. Gabriel would allow that Arthur had been a good lover, attentive and caring—even while he said dirty, toe-curling things.
It was an unexpectedly pleasant interlude, but it wasn’t happening again.
The problem, he admitted as he drove into work, was he’d never been like that with another lover in his life. Certainly he’d had those urges before, dark desires he’d entertained himself with in fiction, pornography. Fantasy , which was what he’d always considered those feelings. But now he’d tasted his fantasies, and he had to admit a second sample wouldn’t be objectionable.
Not with Arthur, though, and not here in Logan. He was bothered less about the kinky sex and more about the fact that he didn’t like Arthur Anderson. Yes , sex with someone he didn’t care for had been some of the thrill, an even deeper-embedded fantasy—but it was a fantasy and not his modus operandi for good reason.
He wouldn’t see Arthur again, most especially not for sex. He’d talk to Corrina about the fundraiser, find a way to redirect her.
There. That was settled. Time to move on to thinking about something else.
Despite how small the library was and how unpopulated it could be at times, Gabriel never lacked for anything to do. Shelving was often done by volunteers, little old ladies and teenagers, most of them lonely book lovers, though a few were what his own grandmother had called crackerjacks, spitfires who loved organizing things. Corrina Anderson was decidedly one of those. Gabriel, however, had to double-check the volunteers’ work, because nothing lost a book like a distracted teen tracking a peer’s cute behind or memory-addled pensioner misreading a six for a nine. The children’s area had to be disinfected at least three times a day. Volunteers often helped here too, but Gabriel had to make sure it was done correctly. And of course he had to prepare story time.
The library was also a community meeting place, and he had to coordinate the varied activities held in the conference room, the reading pit, the upstairs lounge. When school wasn’t in session, he had to make sure the lounge wasn’t being used by hormone-addled teenagers as a trysting place.
Last week he’d sent two girls from Pine Valley on their way, though not before he assured them it was absolutely natural for them to fall in love with one another, and if they ever needed anything—except for a place to make out—they were to call him. He gave them his cell. He also gave them twenty minutes before he accidentally stumbled onto them.
Most of his time, however, was spent trying to find books or funds. He’d taken the Logan job as part of a grant from the Minnesota Public Library Foundation. He was a non-voting board member, and he believed passionately in the movement to get library access to even the most remote towns in his home state. He’d gone
Arthur wondered if Gabriel would like it.
“It’s too bad Gabriel couldn’t come.” Frankie sat back in his chair, cradling his wine in his hand.
“He had a big day. He’ll be along next time.” Arthur would talk to him about it when he went over after work.
He already knew there was going to be pushback once his librarian had a chance to think about what they’d done. The next time Arthur showed up unannounced, the doors would be locked.
So he’d show up at doors that couldn’t be locked. Easy enough.
Chapter Six
Gabriel stared into the mirror the morning after his sofa sex with Arthur and addressed himself sternly.
“You will not have sex with Arthur. You will not let him in your house. You will not let him rope you into anything crazy. You will not, under any circumstances, let him lick your ass.”
He managed to say that without blushing, but as Arthur had predicted, he couldn’t pass his couch without feeling uncomfortable in his underwear.
The encounter had been exciting, yes. And sexy. His body hummed, sated from its orgasm hangover. Gabriel would allow that Arthur had been a good lover, attentive and caring—even while he said dirty, toe-curling things.
It was an unexpectedly pleasant interlude, but it wasn’t happening again.
The problem, he admitted as he drove into work, was he’d never been like that with another lover in his life. Certainly he’d had those urges before, dark desires he’d entertained himself with in fiction, pornography. Fantasy , which was what he’d always considered those feelings. But now he’d tasted his fantasies, and he had to admit a second sample wouldn’t be objectionable.
Not with Arthur, though, and not here in Logan. He was bothered less about the kinky sex and more about the fact that he didn’t like Arthur Anderson. Yes , sex with someone he didn’t care for had been some of the thrill, an even deeper-embedded fantasy—but it was a fantasy and not his modus operandi for good reason.
He wouldn’t see Arthur again, most especially not for sex. He’d talk to Corrina about the fundraiser, find a way to redirect her.
There. That was settled. Time to move on to thinking about something else.
Despite how small the library was and how unpopulated it could be at times, Gabriel never lacked for anything to do. Shelving was often done by volunteers, little old ladies and teenagers, most of them lonely book lovers, though a few were what his own grandmother had called crackerjacks, spitfires who loved organizing things. Corrina Anderson was decidedly one of those. Gabriel, however, had to double-check the volunteers’ work, because nothing lost a book like a distracted teen tracking a peer’s cute behind or memory-addled pensioner misreading a six for a nine. The children’s area had to be disinfected at least three times a day. Volunteers often helped here too, but Gabriel had to make sure it was done correctly. And of course he had to prepare story time.
The library was also a community meeting place, and he had to coordinate the varied activities held in the conference room, the reading pit, the upstairs lounge. When school wasn’t in session, he had to make sure the lounge wasn’t being used by hormone-addled teenagers as a trysting place.
Last week he’d sent two girls from Pine Valley on their way, though not before he assured them it was absolutely natural for them to fall in love with one another, and if they ever needed anything—except for a place to make out—they were to call him. He gave them his cell. He also gave them twenty minutes before he accidentally stumbled onto them.
Most of his time, however, was spent trying to find books or funds. He’d taken the Logan job as part of a grant from the Minnesota Public Library Foundation. He was a non-voting board member, and he believed passionately in the movement to get library access to even the most remote towns in his home state. He’d gone
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