Three Days Later
It’s hard not to feel like I’m living in a movie.
Danger at every turn, hidden in a safe house, Ghost leaving every morning to do cool guy shit while I stay here. Safe and out of sight. Still, he comes home every night. Latches onto me like his life depends on it. Compliments me, touches me, teases the desperate want between my thighs, and leaves me spent and exhausted. Ever since that night in his office, we’ve become more comfortable with each other. Kissing often, holding hands, and snuggling on the sofa.
He doesn’t show me the dark side of his life, and I don’t want to see it. It doesn’t exist when we’re locked away in this bubble Ghost constructed.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
These thoughts spin around my head while lazing comfortably in the clawfoot bath in Ghost’s en-suite bathroom. I’ve practically spent the last three days in this tub. Daydreaming about my first experiencewith him. His gentle touch turned savage as he tore me away from being the innocent little virgin girl to whatever orgasm-hungry succubus he left in its wake.
And every thought makes me ache for our next encounter. I dip a hand into the water and stroke my skin. But it’s not the same, not without him. So, I wait.
Patiently.
But it’s running thin.
I finish my bath and step out of the water, searching the towel rack and counter to my side for a towel. It’s nowhere to be seen.
Damn, I must’ve left it on the bed. Not that I’m too surprised. I’ve become scatterbrained since we arrived at this safe-haven paradise.
I tiptoe my way through the bathroom, trying to prevent a massive mess of water puddles as I go. It’s not doing much good since it’s the same amount of liquid dripping off me.
But the second I step out of the en-suite, I see a figure in my periphery. Tall, looming, and dressed all in black.
My heart jumps, and I nearly go with it until I hear him speak.
“Holy fuck.” Ghost’s in the bedroom doorway with a half-mask on, eyes wide and traveling the length of my body.
Exposed and bare, with nothing but my hands to cover myself. I don’t know if I even want to. There’s no reason to be shy after the other night. But this is the first time he’s seen me naked. Not because either of us tried to stop it, but because I’m usually finished with my pampering routine before he gets home.
Home.
“You’re back early.” Heat rushes over every nerve in my body. Partly in a blush, mostly because of the way he’s gawking like I’m the only girl in the world.
“Slow day at the office,” he says, calm and confident behind the mask, but widening eyes betray it.
“I’m not used to closing doors when I bathe,” I say, feeling the heat burning in my core start trickling over every nerve in my body. “Never know when I’ll have to drop everything and run out to help Mom.”
Why am I explaining myself? It’s not that weird. I was alone and had the place to myself.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Ghost says, and it dashes my worries in an instant. “Dripping wet. Glistening. I can stare at this all day.”
“You can?” My heart jumps in my chest, and my teeth instinctively dig into my lower lip. My cheeks start to hurt from smiling too wide and blushing too long.
He nods slowly. “I could also make myself useful.”
There’s something so hot about him watching me with his mask on. Like he’s on the hunt and I’m his next target. A thought that made my skin crawl a few days ago.
But now?
God, my skin’s not the only thing that’s wet anymore.
“You could?” I gulp, knowing whatever’s about to leave his lips next will make me squirm.
“Gotta get dry somehow. Let me do it?” If I didn’t know the man behind the mask, his voice would’ve sounded menacing.
Instead, it’s the source of all my wants and desires.
