#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

No, not to see you.

Not to see that wide shelf of your ass.

Not to find out if you’re a virgin.

Not at all.

Beth looked instantly eager to help with her wide brown eyes and pretty pink mouth.

“Did the books I showed you yesterday make a difference?”

Slowly, I shook my head, as if regretful.

“Naw, sorry honey. I need information about a different kind of virgin. Not in a religious sense, if you get what I mean.”

Beth bit her bottom lip, puzzled.

“What sense did you mean?”

I couldn’t help but grin at her innocence. It was so damn cute.

“The biological sense,” came my lazy drawl. “You know, anatomy and all.”

On cue, she blushed wildly, but never underestimate your local librarian. Because Beth surprised me then. Smiling, she said, “I think I know what you’re looking for.”

I doubted she did. Because let’s face it. If she did, she’d be running as fast as possible in the other direction, screaming and pulling her hair out. Naw, she had no idea.

But with another of those shy smiles, Beth put away the books she’d been shelving on a nearby library cart and led me over to a section with “Health and Science” stenciled at the beginning of the row. Big biology books, probably antiques, lay open on glass stands to display detailed but tasteful watercolors of the human body.

Blushing again, Beth gestured to an anatomy book.

“Maybe this would help?”

Why was this gorgeous treasure buried all the way down here? I grinned at her, and made a mental note never to neglect the library again.

“Yes, thank you,” came my growl.

Even more color rushed into those plump cheeks then.

“You’re welcome. If you need anything else, I’ll be at my desk.”

This time, I didn’t watch her walk away because it was just too obvious. I’m a caveman, but even a caveman has to stalk his prey. You can’t just throw it all out there and hope something sticks to the wall.

But still. Just her shy looks and hot blushes made me want to kiss her all over. And that ass made me sweat. If I ever got my hands on it, I’d worship it for hours. Not just with my hands, but with every part of my body.

Fuck.

So much for not getting any more turned on in the library.

My dick twitched in my trousers again, hardening uncomfortably.

Double fuck.

Determined to stay on task, I pulled out a book and thumbed through it. Yep, this was anatomy alright. The female section was detailed, with pink and purple pictures of everything you might want to see. Uteruses. Ovaries. Even fallopian tubes, long and thin, with thin white flowery petals at the end. What were those? My eyes squinted, staring at the page. Ah, never mind, this wasn’t what I was really after.

Because I wanted to see the real thing. Not paintings, not pictures. But the real thing, preferably wet and open and begging to be touched.

I imagined Beth at her desk, her orchid open and dripping. That was it. The anatomy book closed with a resounding snap, carelessly tossed onto the table. No pictures were gonna do when there was the real thing so close. With long strides, I was at her desk in seconds.

She was reading intently again, but the second my shadow crossed the room, Beth’s chin snapped up, eyes wide. The familiar blush on her face was even more intense, taking in my big frame.

“Thanks for the books,” I told her, “but I need something a bit more personal.”

“What do you mean?” She stammered the words, pressing the orchid book into her lap, almost squeezing the pages. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Actually, there is.” I grinned. “I’d like to have a study session after work with you. Is that something you offer? Do you mind?”

For a second or two, the female didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with her pink mouth in a sweet little O of surprise, eyes flabbergasted.

“I’m just a librarian, not a tutor,” came her stammer.

But that didn’t matter.

I leaned close and braced my arms across the top of the high desk. It was a power move, used ruthlessly in the boardroom.

“You’re a librarian, that’s true, but you’ve also been very helpful to me. Very useful.”

It worked as usual. Too well. Normal guys tremble and cower, and this little filly was the same. She barely breathed, staring at me like a little white rabbit motionless in the field.

So I pulled out the big guns then.

“Actually, you might know me already. My name is Mason Carlton, of Carlton Corp.? I think you could help me a lot around here.”

Yep, the bomb always works.

“You’re…?” Her big brown eyes got wider. Then she nodded feverishly. “Um … yes. Okay, yes.”

Smart girl. Clearly, Beth knew how the land lay.

“I’ll pay you extra for your work, don’t worry,” came my reassuring rumble. “Just say you’ll help.”