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Starker Kink Advent Calendar - Day 2

Summary: Peter marries Tony because he wants to keep working. Tony marries Peter because he doesn’t want the boy’s brilliance to go to waste. Neither one of them expects an overwhelming attraction to unfold between them. Feelings, insecurities, and doubts tangle together until they find themselves inextricably linked. And what happens when a surprise turns everything upside down?

24 days, 24 chapters, 24 kinks

Pairing:  Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Rating: E

Notes:  Hey guys. I’ve decided to write a “Starker Kink Advent Calendar” this year, so 24 chapters with 24 different kinks. Thanks to everyone who helped me find 24 different kinks. It’s tough time-management, so please excuse all the mistakes. I did edit, but not as thoroughly as I usually do, and I didn’t rewrite chapters, even if I don’t like them that much. I aimed for 2k chapters, so you still have something to read every day <3

Warnings: A LOT of sex tags. Please check them all on Ao3

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Day 2: Rimming @itfeelssogoodmrstark​

When Tony woke up next to Peter, it felt like a dream. The Omega was beautiful in his sleep. Peter’s lips were parted, full and inviting, making it difficult for Tony to pull his thoughts out of the gutter. During the night, one of them had apparently kicked away the blanket so Tony could admire Peter’s body in the morning light. 

 The Omega was lying on top of Tony, their legs intertwined and Tony smiled when he watched Peter’s nose twitching. This Omega, this beautiful, magical creature was his, and Tony would do anything to protect him and make him happy. 

 Tony had never dared to imagine he would get the chance to marry someone like Peter. When he had first met the Omega, on Peter’s first day at SI, Tony had been awestruck. Sure, the boy was objectively beautiful, but there were a million beautiful Omega’s out there, bending over backward to marry an Alpha as rich and powerful as Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries. It was Peter’s mind that made him irresistible. 

 The Omega was by far the cleverest person Tony had ever met. He had graduated MIT with nineteen, even though he was only the fourth Omega graduating MIT at all. He was independent, fierce and loyal, everything Tony wanted in a mate, and the thought of some knothead Alpha holding Peter back was so horrible that Tony decided to marry Peter himself. 

 Tony had started to woo Peter. He had brought him flowers and chocolate, a clear sign of his intentions, but he also courted the Omega with tech. Tony would never forget how awestruck Peter had been when he was the first to see Tony’s arc reactor technology. Peter wasn’t like any other Omega and Tony would work every day not to treat him as such. 

 It didn’t matter if he was only a savior for Peter, giving him the opportunity to work and helping him to live his normal life. If Tony could be the reason Peter was allowed to show his brilliance to the world, he would marry him over and over again. 

When Peter shifted in his sleep, Tony’s patience was tested. The Alpha had promised himself that he wouldn’t rush Peter. His Omega was a virgin, innocent, a gift Tony would treasure, and he would wait until Peter was ready, even if he wanted nothing more than to spread the Omega’s legs and bury himself in the warm wetness. 

 Last night, Peter had thrown on an old t-shirt of Tony and nothing more. It had ridden up in his sleep, showing off his delicate waist, his pale thighs, and the plump little ass that wasn’t even covered by the lacy panties anymore. They laid somewhere on the floor, ruined by Peter’s slick and Tony’s seed, and the Alpha decided to buy his husband a million more. 

 Unfortunately, Peter had spread his legs as he had shifted, rubbing one of his thighs against Tony’s growing erection while his other leg was still intertwined with Tony’s. 

 The billionaire swallowed. His Omega was so close and almost naked. It would be easy to move until Tony got the angle right. He just had to shift a tiny little bit, his cock a little bit to the right, his hips almost in position- 

 Fuck, everything around them smelled of sex, and Tony hat to fight the fog of Alpha-rut-hormones that threatened to take over his control. Peter was a temptation, but Tony couldn’t violate his husband’s trust like this. He was a good Alpha, he was-

 Before Tony would lose control, he slipped out of the embrace, put on sweatpants, and walked over to the kitchen. His cock was throbbing, and Tony had to fight the urge to turn around and bury himself in the Omega. Bonding hormones made resisting harder and harder, but Peter deserved more than a knothead taking him without enough prep. 

 Tony busied himself with making coffee, a huge black pot for himself and a normal one with milk and sugar for Peter. He would wake up his husband properly, with coffee and not with sex. 

 But when the Alpha came back into the bedroom, his resolve faltered. Peter had woken up, sitting in the middle on the bed and looking at Tony with huge, innocent eyes. Tony’s shirt had slid down, revealing the Omega’s neck with Tony’s mating mark. He looked gorgeous. Pale, delicate, and still a little disorientated. Tony couldn’t resist. 

 In less than a second, Tony was back in bed, the cups of coffee forgotten on the bedside table. 

 “Can I eat you out, baby? God, you’re tempting.” Tony dug his nails in the mattress, waiting for Peter’s permission. 

 When the Omega eventually nodded, his face red with embarrassment, Tony couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed Peter’s naked thighs and turned his husband around until he was properly presenting. Peter was beautiful, bashful, sweet and shy, but Tony could still smell the fresh slick that dribbled down the boy’s thighs. 

 “You’re so wet, sweet thing. Dipping your slick all over me.”

 Spreading Peter’s cheeks to get the first look at the wet hole was enough for the Omega to moan shamelessly. Tony was enchanted. His husband was perfect, so needy and impatient, and Tony already planned a million wicked things he would do to the boy. He could introduce Peter to all kinds of pleasure, keeping him happy and satisfied. 

 Peter looked tight and wet, making Tony’s length twitch with desire, and he had to grip the base of his cock to calm himself. He already knew his husband would feel good, but now wasn’t the time. Tony had to put Peter first. 

 Before his instincts made him go crazy, Tony focused on his plan. He had promised Peter to eat him out, and he couldn’t wait to taste his husband for the first time. 

 “Spread yourself for me, sweetheart. Show me exactly where you need my tongue.”

 Peter whimpered in response, high-pitched and embarrassed, but the boy’s hands wandered behind his back and he pulled his cheeks apart. He was a vision and Tony couldn’t stop the deep growl. Desire was raging inside of him and the Alpha leaned forward, dying to get the first taste. 

 The slick was sweet, and Tony couldn’t get enough. He was already addicted. His tongue teased the fluttering rim, catching every drop that tried to escape, and he savored the little sounds Peter made. It was obvious the Omega was enjoying himself. He whimpered every time the Alpha pressed his tongue in, even if it was just an inch. 

 Tony tried every technique he had learned in his life. His tongue danced around the rim, teasing, licking but not breaching yet. Each second Tony dragged it out, Peter got more and more aroused until finally, his husband started to sob. The Alpha purred in pleasure. 

 He loved his Omega like this. Helpless, lost in his own arousal and completely at Tony’s mercy. The Alpha could see his husband’s hard cock dangling between his legs, but Peter didn’t even think about touching himself, his pleasure given into Tony’s hands. 

 When Peter’s moans turned into helpless whines, Tony finally had mercy. One hand wandered between Peter’s thighs, caressing the skin until Tony gave the Omega what he needed. Two fingers were pressed into the tight heat while his tongue was still playing with the edge of Peter’s rim. 

 The boy sobbed in pleasure, and Tony didn’t remember ever hearing something sweeter. Peter was beautiful in his pleasure, whining for Tony’s affection like a little slut. The Alpha could feel his own cock leaking with the thought and he let his free hand wander between his own thighs, gripping his cock tightly and starting to stroke. 

 As soon as Tony’s finger hit a certain spot, Peter started to babble. “So good, Alpha. Need your knot. Need you to fill me up.”

 God, the thought was tempting. Tony wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the tight heat and knot his Omega until the entire world could smell they were bonded. He wanted Peter to reek of his scent, stuffed full, maybe even bred, so he could carry Tony’s pups, but he respected Peter, and the boy had wanted to wait yesterday. Tony wouldn’t knot him until his husband was completely sure he wanted Tony like that. 

 So instead, Tony doubled his effort. He searched for the spot again, rubbing it until the Omega’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. His tongue was still working around the rim, licking up every drop and setting Peter’s nerve ends on fire. 

 Tony's own hand sped up as well. He gripped himself tighter, increasing the pressure around his knot, and clutching the last grasps of his control. He wouldn’t just fuck his husband, even if he begged even if he cried for Tony’s cock. 

 Peter came when Tony slipped his tongue in alongside the two fingers. His entire body was shaking, riding Tony’s digits and his tongue, and the Alpha could smell the Omega’s release hitting the mattress. Tony leaned back, but his fingers were still snugly nestled in his Omega’s heat, milking every last drop, every last twitch out of Peter’s body. 

 The boy was gorgeous in his pleasure. Flushed, needy and so shameless. Tony felt his own desire rising. He could barely hold back anymore, pleasure buzzing through his entire body. 

 “Can I come on your hole, baby? Let me mark you up. Let me cover you in my scent.”

 Peter was too far gone to reply properly, but he managed to nod weakly. Tony came almost immediately after that. His cock exploded, shooting surge after surge of come on Peter’s body. It spread over his lower back, over his thighs and his dripping hole, and the sight made Tony growl in possessiveness. This was his Omega. Marked up and dripping his come. Before his senses came back, he was already rubbing his seed into Peter’s skin. 

 “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Such a good boy. Mine.”

 Peter whimpered, still a little shaken from the orgasm, but Tony felt him coming back more and more with each passing second. 

 “Morning, sunshine.”

 The words earned him a chuckle and Tony couldn’t stop looking at his husband. He looked even better than before, cheeks flushed and hair tousled while the shirt slid down to cover Peter’s waist again. Tony still couldn’t believe his luck and his Alpha side purred with the knowledge that Peter was covered in his scent. 

 “Did you bring coffee?” Peter asked and reached out for his cup on the bedside table. He took a sip and grimaced. “Yikes. The coffee is already cold.” 

 “I’ll make you a new one,” Tony promised, but he pulled Peter against his chest instead of getting up. “Give me a minute.”

 The Omega tensed for a second before he relaxed into the embrace. “Don’t bother. I can make one myself.”

 Tony didn’t want him to make coffee on his own. He wanted to provide for his husband. He wanted to dote on Peter, care for him, and that also included making him a new cup of coffee. 

 When he felt the beautiful body pressed against his chest, Tony knew for certain that he would fall in love with Peter sooner or later.

 “I’m so happy you’ve agreed to marry me. You’re the best that could have ever happened to me.”

 For a second, he imagined seeing doubts on Peter’s face, but it was soon overtaken by a huge smile. “You’re perfect, Alpha. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I want to be perfect for you, want to be the best Omega in the world.”

 Something inside of Tony settled with the words. Peter was already perfect, and Tony wanted nothing more than to take care of his husband, and maybe, one day, start a family with him.

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Hot For Teacher

Summary: Natalie Murphy is a new teacher on the Stanford campus and Sam offers to shower her the Green library. Square Filled: College AU Warnings/Tags: Semi-public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester/Natalie Murphy (OFC) Word Count: 2,992 A/N: For @spnkinkbingo this fills the College AU square. And a giant thank you to @atc74 for beta’ing all of my shit lately. I also accidentally deleted this trying to edit it so if you get the notification and want to reblog it again, feel free. Song: Hot for Teacher by Van Halen.

“Sam? Are you… hello?”

Natalie crossed the threshold of Sam Winchester’s office as she knocked on the trim. “Are you in here?”

Stacks of books towered in piles, covering every inch of the floor and taking up every surface available. He had amassed a tiny library of his own over the years, his passion for knowledge boundless.

“Back here, Professor Murphy!”

Natalie followed the sound of his voice as she placed careful steps, navigating the maze of books. “You know, if I'm going to call you Sam, you can call me Natalie.”

Silence meet her ears as she listened, all sounds dampened by the heavy books that surrounded her. A rustle of paper from behind served as her only warning before Sam appeared with a book in hand, hair disheveled, and glasses askew.

“I know, Professor,” he started. “Found the book you mentioned.”

Mythical Creatures of the Renaissance rested in her hands at long last. “Oh, Professor Winchester, thank you so much! I've been digging through the library for weeks!”

“It's Sam,” he stated as he towered over her with his dimpled smile and brilliant hazel eyes. “And I found it right away. Our library is odd. If you want, I can show you around some time?”

His office had grown too hot in the span of a single heartbeat. It wasn't as if she hadn't noticed before, but so close, she consumed every single amazing thing about him. Perfect lips, gorgeous hair, strong jaw, and stronger shoulders. God, but he was massive.

“I’d like that, Prof-er, Sam. That would be very kind of you,” she said.

“Excellent,” he started as he headed for his desk. He picked out a scrap note card and scribbled on it. “Hand me your book?”

Natalie did as he asked, and Sam opened it in the middle, then placed the card in it. He snapped it shut and handed it back as he said, “I'll see you later.”

She tried to grab the book but instead touched more of his hand than she had bargained for. Fire lanced through her fingers and along her arm to send a rush of arousal straight to cunt.

In a sudden hurry to leave, Natalie rounded on her feet and made for the door, only to knock over a stack of books on her way out. “Shit… ah, sorry, Professor. Er, Sam.”

“It's fine, Natalie,” he excused as he rounded his desk. Near the door he knelt at her feet to pick up a few of the fallen books. In one giant hand, he held four of them, and once again, she realized too late that she stood close enough to smell his scotch and leather and parchment scent.

“You go enjoy your book,” he added as he stood, rising to his full height. “Let me know what you think of it?”

Natalie backed into the hallway as she stammered, “I will… thank you, Sam.”

“My pleasure.”

Green. 2am. Doors will be unlocked.

Natalie shoved the paper into the drawer of her desk and bit her bottom lip. Her watched showed a quarter to two. She had but five minutes to decide if she should go.

How dare he? How dare he presume with his stupid glasses and his stupid nose and his stupid gigantic hands. Hands big enough to wrap around her waist. Big enough to grab her by the ass and lift her onto a table and—

God dammit. There was no way. No. She wouldn't go, and she would scold him in the morning. Yes. He should be stripped of his tenure and fired. But she would at least allow him the dignity to quit on his own.

Maybe it would be best to put it to rest right then. She could meet him in the Library and tell him off for… for behavior unbecoming a tenured professor, taking advantage of a transferring instructor. That would be better. Yes. It was too risky to wait until morning. People might not believe her if she waited. Best if she took care of it immediately.

At least, that was what Natalie told herself as she threw on her leather jacket and stormed from her office.

The quad sprawled empty but for the straggling late-night researcher or reveler. Rousers of rabble dotted the sidewalks as they stumbled back to their campus homes after a Friday night of partying. A part of her missed those days. She felt as though she might have squandered her youth at MIT, attending too few parties and experiencing even fewer drunken nights.

But you don’t become a professor at Stanford by partying through your undergrad.

Before Natalie knew it, she stood at the large doors to the library, towering not unlike how Sam had towered over her in his office. Maybe he hadn’t meant to do it. Truth be told, he hadn’t exactly intimidated her. Hunched shoulders, a lowered head, and bent knees suggested he had done the exact opposite. He was intimately familiar with how intimidating he could be and had done everything possible to prevent that.

Why write the note then?

Natalie wrenched the handle and pulled the heavy door aside with a disgruntled growl. Excuses. Those were excuses and she was making every single one for him because… because somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped he was as sweet and kind and gentle as he outwardly seemed. She liked him, that was true. He had helped her ease into the department and get settled on campus. He cared deeply about his field of study and his cohorts.

Sam Winchester was an honest-to-god real-life Indiana Jones.

She shook the image from her mind as she stalked through the Library, emptier than the campus bars recently vacated, not a soul in sight. Up two sets up stairs, Natalie headed directly for the stacks as per Sam’s instructions. A single research lamp illuminated the space between two massive bookcases at least a hundred yards down the aisle. With a deep breath and a set jaw, she steeled herself for what she was about to do.

When she rounded the corner, Natalie stopped dead in her tracks. Sam at a large research table surrounded by books, one hand in his hair and the other scribbling away furiously on a notebook. He hadn’t noticed her, hadn’t heard her stomp around the shelves, and he clearly hadn't heard her indignant huff.

“Samuel!”

Sam shouted a bellow that startled Natalie so terribly, she shrieked. Her hand clamped over her mouth and cut off her ringing voice, only to tear it away as Sam began to laugh.

“Dear Lord, Natalie, you'd wake the dead with a scream like that,” he said as he clutched his chest.

“What is the meaning of this?!” she hissed as she brandished his note.

Sam took it and smiled. “It's easier to show you around when the place isn't crawling with undergrads. Here…” He stood and offered his hand. “Follow me.”

Serious. He had literally meant to show her around the Library. And she had assumed the worst.

“Sam, I am so sorry,” she started.

He approached her, his hand still held out for her to take. “For what? What could you possibly have to apologize for?”

She shook her head. “I… I came here to tell you off.”

A bewildered shake of his head loosened his too pretty hair from behind his ears. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing,” she started, “Absolutely nothing. You've been the perfect gentleman. I assumed the worst and—”

“The worst?” Sam interjected. “What do you…” Understanding widened his eyes as he quieted and gazed across the library. “Oh… you mean…”

She cringed at that, then turned for the stairs. “Yes… I'm so sorry, I should just go.”

“Natalie.”

She had barely taken a step. That rolling baritone with its subtle sub-Midwestern lilt suggested too much. But she stopped. Despite everything instinct screaming at hear to go, to leave, a little voice in the back of her head reminded her that he had been nothing but sincere. He had only intended to show her around the Library.

“You're not offended?” she asked.

Sam shook his head as he smiled. “Not in the slightest. Simple misunderstanding.”

Misunderstanding. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Uh…” Pink colored his nose and brow as his outstretched hand faltered. “No. Not… no.”

“Why are you helping me so much? First, you helped me move into my apartment,” she held up a finger, “then my office,” another finger, “then you show me around campus,” a third finger, “a list of the best restaurants in town,” a fourth finger, “and now you’re showing me the Library at… two o'clock… in the… morning.”

His face fell flat as an inquisitive brow crooked towards his hairline. “What’s your point?”

“You like me.”

She had muttered it under her breath, more for herself than for him. But Sam stepped closer and asked, “What was that?”

She looked up to him, understanding scouring her skin with gooseflesh. “You like me.”

“Of course I do, you’re a professor in my department and I hired you,” he stated. “Why wouldn’t I like you?”

Was he really that oblivious? “No, Professor. You like me. More than that. How many other instructors have you hired and helped move in or shown them around campus or given your list of favorite restaurants to?”

Sam searched the surrounding bookshelves for an answer. “They’re not my favorites…”

“Professor.”

“I mean, some of them are, but not all of them.”

“Professor Winchester.”

“The Italian one is actually my favorite, but the rest—”

“Sam!”

“I know! I get it! Yes! I like you! There! Happy?!” he spat. “Look, this was a bad idea, you were right. I’m just…”

When he turned around to gather his books, Natalie reached for his hand and grasped it. “Wait.”

He froze with a bout of tension seizing him in place as he glared over his shoulder. “What?”

“Why didn’t you just ask me to go out? Like on a date?” she asked.

“Uh, you’re my employee,” he started, “You said it yourself. Tenured professor using his position of power over his newly hired instructor to coerce her into having sex with him. The optics are not in my favor.”

Natalie tugged at his hand as she spoke. “But all the nice gestures are allowed so long as you don’t come knocking? That’s a little manipulative.”

“Look, Natalie, I never expected anything in return,” Sam stated as he straightened. “Ever. I know what it’s like to be all alone in a new place. If we had become friends, that’d be great. Other than that, I was just trying to be helpful. Kindness of my heart and all that.”

“Thank you,” she muttered to her feet. “For what it’s worth, I like you, too.”

“What?”

When he looked up to him, Natalie found his gaze blown wide as though she had two heads. “I… really like you,” she repeated with a scoff as her eyes slipped to his shoulders, his chest, passed his narrowed hips, down his long legs, then paused at his shoes. “A lot.”

His hand tightened around hers as Sam straightened from the table. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. The furious shade of pink that covered his face, rushed through his neck, and colored his collar bone said all the words she needed to hear. He towered over her again, though this time he did nothing to hide his stature, standing tall and proud as he pressed himself flush to her chest. Waves of heat rolled from him, a walking furnace, and so close Natalie saw the subtle damp along the neck of his shirt. As she stared, a tentative fingertip traced the collar of her own shirt, following it over the swell of her breast to her sternum. An unbidden arch of her back pressed her closer as she gasped, and then everything happened at once.

Her jacket fell to the floor in a heap, but once Natalie had dealt with that, she wasted no time with discarding any other clothes. Sam picked her up, large hands grasping her ass, and set her on the research table as she tore at his belt. With the zipper undone, she shoved her hand down his pants and gasped as she found him stiffer than steel.

“Liar.”

Sam unfastened her jeans and rent them unceremoniously to her ankles as he said, “Am not.”

“Then when did this happen?” she asked as she stroked him through his boxers.

“Just now. You do that to me,” he said as he hooked his fingers into her underwear, “That’s what you’ve always done to me.”

She grasped him by the collar of his shirt and hauled him down to her lips for a bruising kiss, so rushed to make up for lost time. Sam’s tongue laved over her as her lips parted, his taste sweet, almost bitter. When he tugged at her underwear, Natalie parted from him with a surprised moan.

“What about all that talk about the sanctity of library,” he breathed against her lips.

“Forget the library,” she hissed as she jerked on his pants and pulled him between her thighs. “I want you to fuck me, Professor.”

Sam growled a throaty moan as he withdrew himself from his pants. Long and thick, he cut an impressive figure. And instead of removing her underwear, he wrenched them aside, the fabric cutting into her hips and drawing a seething breath between her clenched teeth. Christ, but he was big. Not that she couldn’t handle him. Good thing all he had to do was look at her to ruin her panties.

The swollen crown of Sam’s cock pressed to hear sopping cunt, and another unbidden moan rent from Natalie's pursed lips. She watched as he disappeared inside her, filling her inch by inch, until his pelvis meet hers and he moaned a sound so pathetic, she wouldn't have believed it was him if she hadn’t seen his face.

“Son of a bitch, Natalie, you feel fucking amazing,” he sighed as short rolls of his hips started his rhythm.

That terribly full sensation stretched her with such an arousing ache, Natalie could hardly think straight. “Holy shit, Sam, that's so good. You’re a big boy.”

The slap of his hands as they grasped her ass once more rang through the Library, and Natalie hoped to God they were alone. When Sam pinned her against a large bookcases, she grabbed his massive shoulders and held on as best she could.

There was no build up or easy crescendo to his pace. Sam pounded his cock into her pussy as hard and as fast as he could—surprisingly fast given their position—and Natalie succumbed to her arousal, that hazy, heady aroma of sweat, spit, and cum all mixing one indelible scent. The slap of their bodies echoed so loud, she wondered how anyone ever fucked in the stacks without getting caught, but that thought soon vanished when he grasped her hair at the back of her head and tilted her chin up to him.

“Your neck is perfect,” he sighed.

“Do you have a thing for vampires?” she panted between his thrusts.

A hungry lick of his lips clenched her pussy around him, and Sam winced as his hips stuttered. “I have a lot of things for mythical creatures.”

“Then bite me, Professor.”

His teeth sank into the flesh of her neck and Natalie grunted back her howl of pain. He soothed the sting with a suckle and long lick of his long tongue, then released her. His lips returned to hers once more for a deep kiss with tiny moans and fervent passes of tongues as Natalie’s hands dove into his hair. Softer than sin, she reeled in complete awe of it all. As each minute ticked by, Natalie drowned, sinking deeper and deeper into his lust filled kiss, his furious pounding, and her impending orgasm.

“Fuck, Sam, I'm so close,” she whispered, their kiss broken for much needed air.

“Professor,” he stated.

She grinned through her moan as she repeated him, “Professor, I’m gonna come.”

“Shit, that’s so hot,” he grunted, face buried in the crook of her neck. “Keep saying it.”

“Oh, Professor, I love your big fucking cock inside me,” she mewled, “Come for me, I want to feel you come in me, Professor.”

Sam’s hips stuttered once more, a hard flex rocking Natalie violently into her orgasm. Her head tossed back, and a long high moan reached the cavernous ceilings of the library as she came undone. Hot on her heels, the warmth of Sam’s orgasm filled her, his grunts and soft whimpers mingling with hers for a song so lewd, her cheeks stung.

Several long breaths traded between them before Sam and his blessed strength carried her back to the table. There, she looked up to find his hazel gaze so brilliant, the gold and blue and green shined even in the shadowy dark of the library. His lips found hers then for a tender kiss as he cupped her cheek, and Natalie all but melted into him.

Parted, Sam sighed as he withdrew from her and righted himself, pants fastened and shirt smoothed. Natalie rushed back into her clothes, pants and jacket replaced as though nothing had ever happened. But nothing could be further from the truth. Everything had happened, and she saw that indelible difference in Sam's gaze of longing.

“What?”

He gathered her up in his arms once more as he said, “How would you feel about a proper date tomorrow night?”

A coy smile curled the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Only if you promise we do that again.”

His free hand slipped to the small of her back as Sam leaned into her and held her so close, his lips brushed her ear.

“I’ll pick you up at eight.”

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