“To behave.”
That makes butterflies explode in my tummy. If it were anyone else who said it, I might’ve thought them a liar. But Ghost’s sincerity is splashed across his face and over every syllable.
“Well, maybe you could take a break now,” I say, knowing how dangerous it could be after his comment.
“Sure, if it means you’ll keep me company. Come in, make yourself comfortable.”
I wrap my arms around my body as I approach his desk slowly. My heart bangs viciously in my chest, growing more erratic with every step. I don’t even know why I’m this nervous. We’re just hanging out, right?
“Covering up?” he teases.
“It’s freezing.” I chuckle. The thick blankets on my bed did a great job of keeping the cold at bay. Out here, in nothing but this dress, I’m a walking ice cube.
“Could always sit on my lap.” His grin widens as he leans back in his chair, parting his legs and patting one to put it on offer. “No better heat than body heat.”
Oh, God. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t ready for what it would do to me. It was barely more than a joke, and the ache in my core is enough to make me squirm.
“What happened to trying to behave?” I ask, half-jokingly.
“Any hopes of that vanished when you walked through my door.”
I make it to the chair opposite him and look down at it for a second, playing with the idea of moving onto his lap instead. It can’t be a good idea.
So, why can’t I stop myself from walking past it and rounding his table? Hearing my pulse in my ears when I come to a stop, with myknees brushing against the side of his leg. Eager to sit on his lap like a good girl waiting for a head pat.
“What are you waiting for, baby girl?”
That’s all I need to know how serious he is.
6
GHOST
Fuck.
I was teasing. Thought she’d giggle, maybe roll her eyes, and take the chair opposite me with the intention of picking my brain about this whole situation. But if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times.
Gemma’s too smart to ask questions she doesn’t want the answer to.
And now? She’s crawling onto my lap, eyes glued to mine.
“Is this okay?” she asks, and shimmying up my thigh, stopping dangerously close to my rock-hard cock. It shot to life the second I saw her in nothing but this skimpy little nightgown, and it’s not going to settle while she’s on top of me.
“Better. It’s perfect.” Calm. Cool. Collected. Stay in control.
Easier said than done when she’s on top of me. Every fiber of my being wants to escalate. Tear off that thin layer of material and expose her body beneath. Get my first glimpse of the perky tits brushing against my chest. Lose myself to the sight of her round ass while she waggles it in my face before I go in for a taste of her…
Don’t think about her pussy. You’re gonna do something regrettable.
My thoughts inspire my hands to move on their own accord. Starting on her hips, tucked in, and squeezing her curvaceous behind. She squirms and wriggles, giggling at this foreign touch, but doesn’t stop me.
“I shouldn’t touch you like this.” I bite back on the words, expecting her to agree. I want more than she’s willing to give, and it’s killing me.
“Why not?” Gemma asks breathlessly.
“Because you’re new to this.” She’s in the palm of my hand. All I need to do is snatch, and she’ll be mine forever.
But not like this. Not here. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in different ways.
