#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Instead, golden light filtered through high, glass-paned windows, dust mites sparkling in the air. There were dozens of gleaming wooden shelves stacked high with books of every size, shape and color. Old-fashioned rolling ladders reached up to the heavens, adding to the sanctuary-like feel of the place.

I took a deep breath.

Because Ma was right. Libraries were peaceful. Or at least this one was. I felt proud then, of creating this space for learning and reflection. It was just too bad I wasn’t here more often.

Inhaling once more, I filled my lungs and then turned to find a librarian. And frankly, it took me a while. The place didn’t seem that big from the elevator but every row of long shelves was part of a maze. I wandered around for a few minutes, breathing in the tranquility before ending up in front of a wide mahogany desk.

With a treasure behind it.

Because the girl there was gorgeous, with an angelic face and curly brown hair. A boring brown blouse couldn’t hide big, luscious tits that wobbled and jiggled. Those pink lips were slightly open as she read a book, caramel eyes wide. Shit, what was that volume? What was making those eyes scan right and left avidly, soaking up the words?

I cleared my throat, and the girl jumped. Startled, she snapped her novel shut and leapt to her feet, blushing wildly.

“Hi- hi,” she stammered. “Can I help you?”

The mud brown blouse was pretty laughable and the knee-length skirt of the same sad color even worse. But that body underneath was thick and luscious – big tits, wide hips, and an ass that could make a grown man cry.

I tried to be subtle about my sudden interest, but it was hard. Real hard, literally and figuratively.

“Yeah, I need help,” came my low rumble. “I’m looking for a book about virgins.”

The brunette blushed even more and damn if my dick didn’t try to bust out of my pants. Down boy, I muttered silently. No need to go about scaring innocent librarians who’ve probably never been with a man.

“Of course sir, I’d be happy to assist,” she stammered, and immediately sat down to scroll through something on her computer. While paging through nervously, the brunette bit into her bottom lip, making it dark and wet. Oh shit, oh shit. I was in big trouble.

Eventually, my curvy girl found what she was looking for. Still blushing, she pushed the chair aside and stood up.

“I’ve found a few things. If you could follow me, please.”

Raising an eyebrow, I nodded for her to go on ahead.

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” was my growl. “I’m right behind you.”

Of course, it was probably violating all sorts of ethics rules to call her sweetheart on company property. But still, I’m the boss. So sue me.

And gracefully, she got up and began purposefully striding through the stacks. Or as purposefully as someone can when they’re round and luscious like a goddess. Because shit, those tits and hips swayed. I stared like a madman while her back was turned.

Then something suddenly occurred to me, making my mind spin.

Was she a virgin?

No shit.

Holy smokes.

Right here, under my own roof?

I had to find out.

At the end of an aisle, the gorgeous librarian stopped and turned to me. Her cheeks were enticingly red, breasts heaving a bit from the exertion.

“Here’s some material that might be useful.” She pointed to some books that had pictures of plump babies and women with haloes on them. After a look at the titles, I realized she’d misunderstood me in a big way. One of the books, The Passion of the Virgin Mary, clued me in on that real quick.

But why was she blushing?

There’s nothing embarrassing about the Virgin Mary.

It could only be one thing.

I’d gotten to her.

Of course, why not? I’m an alpha male, a good looking motherfucker worth billions. And this little thing was here all by herself, every day for hours, reading books while dreaming about a real man. So to see me in the flesh was probably a jolt to the system, Red Bull and Five Hour Energy mixed in one.

Please let this librarian be a virgin, was my prayer. If she is, I’ll donate to the next church I see. I swear.

“Sir, is this okay?”

With the question, I jolted. Oh shit, I must have been staring at her without saying a word. To make up for being a strange asshole, I randomly picked up one of the books off the shelf.

“This should be great, thanks.”

“Oh good. Glad I could help.”

“You did, very much.” I fingered the spine of the book and looked her over again. My pole twitched once more. I could feel it drooling and rock hard in my pants. “What’s your name? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch it the first time.”

Her brown eyes sparkled then.

“That’s because you didn’t ask,” she said archly. Was she flirting with me? But then a real smile broke out. “My name’s Elizabeth but everyone calls me Beth.”