Page 157 of Librarian

With a nod at North, they remove the clamps from my nipples in unison. Blood rushes back to them in an unstoppable tide.

Agony fries my nerves, mixing with my climax until I can’t breathe.

Then Leo’s mouth is there, arms hugging my thighs as he buries his tongue in my pussy and lets me ride his face through the maelstrom.

More heat splashes over my chest. It takes me a second to realise that North has his cock in his hand and is jerking it off over me, adding streaks of pearly white to the mess of blue wax covering me. My bright red nipples turn shiny with cum.

Then Leo reaches for the clamp on my clit.

“No, no no no,” I beg. “Please. Leo. Sir. No. I can’t?—”

He looks up, eyes darting to my hands. Waiting for a safe word that isn’t forthcoming.

The clamp is tugged away. Blood rushes to my cunt.

I come so hard I black out.

When I wake up,I’m pressed between two warm, hard bodies.

The wax and cum are gone from my skin, a slight redness the only indication that it was ever there to begin with. All of the restraints have been removed as well. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon for the first time in my life, and every muscle is protesting the experience.

“She’s perfect,” Leo murmurs, as fingertips stroke up and down my arm, lingering at one of the sensitive places where the wax landed.

“Yeah.” North’s reply is thick, and he clears his throat. “She’s incredible. You should see her with Lambert and Jasper. She just…switches.”

Leo hums under his breath, but then his warmth is gone, leaving me bereft. “I should go. The contract didn’t cover?—”

“Mate, I’m not an expert in women, but even I know she’ll be more upset if you leave now.”

Hesitation thickens the air, and Leo makes a conflicted noise in the back of his throat.

“Stay,” I whisper, opening my eyes.

His blue gaze deepens, and he leans down to press a kiss to my hairline. “I want nothing more.” He pauses. “But I haven’t earned it yet. Cuddle North a little longer. I think he has something he wants to ask you.”

That quickly, he’s gone, the stairs creaking under his feet.

A heaviness of my own making settles in my chest, and I sigh long and loud into the dark room.

“He’s going to punish himself far longer than you do,” North observes.

He’s right, but I distract myself from that problem by snuggling deeper into his chest. “What was it you wanted to ask me?”

North freezes. That alone piques my curiosity, and I look up. All I can see from this angle is the line of his jaw as he deliberately unclenches it.

“I want to change the contract.”

My afterglow fractures. “What?”

“I…I know I ticked the box to keep it as just sex, but…it’s not.” He huffs out a breath. “Not for me, anyway.” He looks down, expression more tender than I’ve ever seen it. “It hasn’t been for a while.”

My heartbeat picks up, eyes burning a little as I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you.”

His lip quirks, the tenderness multiplying into wonder, but when he opens his mouth, he says, “You’re all right.”

I frown at him. The teasing glimmer in his eyes sparking with mirth.

Never have I wished for the ability to smack him with a book more.