Chapter Five When Kurt strolled into the library two weeks after we’d returned from our vacation, it put a smile on my face. He rarely came into the library and it pleased me when he did “Don’t you look like the prim librarian?” he said, waltzing up to the desk with a neat swagger that immediately jerked my s****l fires awake. “Do I look prim?” I answered his comment. I looked down at my T-shirt dress, thinking it was rather sexy the way it clung to my body. If Kurt wanted cleavage, hard n*****s and long legs, he had it all. “It’s the way you’re sitting,” he explained. “Prim, huh?” “Like someone has a poker up your ass,” he said. “Shush! There are other people in here,” I reminded him. “They’re not going to hear,” he assured me. “I could probably screw you right in the library, w