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Amelia shut the door. He ran his hands through his hair and looked down to realize he was still wearing the same outfit he had on before his death. The same leather pants, fishnet shirt, and combat boots. “What am I?
    She sat next to him and took his hand in hers. “I don’t know. Tig was right. If you were a ghost, the others would’ve seen you. At least the ones who are supernatural.”
    “You mean there are more than ghosts out there?”
    Amelia went to reply, but he put his hand on her mouth. At this point in his existence, he figured there was more in the world than ghosts. As he had wandered, he had seen a vampire, and some other shape shifters. At first he thought he was mad, but the more he witnessed, the more he realized that Hell's Gate was more than it let on. It was more than just a fetish club. “I know there are more than just ghosts here. Why are you the only one who can see me? Why are you flesh?”
    She held out her hand and pointed to the ring. “There’s a spell on the ring, tied into the energy of the club. It allows me to be alivish . I can only be this way at night and in the club. That was one of the reasons it never could’ve worked between us.”
    “What about now?” he asked. “You feel alive to me. And—” he guided her hand to his cock. “Everything seems to be working on me. I even have an appetite. It's kinda strange. My feelings for you haven't changed. In fact, they've grown. I've had time to think, and I want you more than anything.”
    “You just want my feet.” Amelia’s lips curved up in an inviting smile.
    “I don't want just your feet, but they are definitely part of the package that interests me. So, will you let me worship you?”
    She opened her mouth to respond. Barrett rested his hand on her cheek and drew her close until he was only inches from her lips. He really wanted her to make the decision. The one thing that had kept him going was their last kiss. The way her lips had been on his. How she had been hungry and eager for more, but he had been the one who had balked and ran. He wouldn't blame her if she ran away from him now. Instead, she met his lips and kissed him. The pressure of her mouth on his made his heart sing. In a way, everything had been worth it. They were meant to be together.
    Barrett returned the kiss and felt the throb of heat between them rise. His cock shifted, and he had to move with it. He trailed his fingers down her cheeks. He was touching her soft skin, and it was glorious. It was all he had expected and more. Even if she truly was a ghost, she was real enough to make sweet love to, and it was going to be awesome. Amelia unbuttoned his pants and then slid the zipper down. Once she did, she peeled the leather away from his waist and trailed a finger along his engorged dick. He shivered from the wonderful, light touch. The moan that tumbled from his throat was swallowed down by their joined kiss.
    “You’re magnificent.”
    “How do you know that when all I've done is kiss you?”
    “Because I was an idiot to run out on you the way I did. When I first saw you in the foot fetish area, I prayed Mistress Sandra would choose me for you. I wanted to worship you. I knew you were special and that went beyond your feet.”
    Amelia slid down to the floor and parted his legs further. “Really? So you don't want to suck my toes anymore or shave my legs?” She ran her hand along his length and waited for him to answer.
    Barrett squirmed. “No. I still want to do th ...oh God.”
    Amelia slowly drew his dick into her mouth so that he could feel every line of her lips gripping his sensitive shaft. Her tongue ran the span of him until she engulfed all of his cock. Her free hand cupped his balls. Barrett wound his hands through her hair, feeling the silky strands twine around his fingers. He moaned when she drew him in faster, building a rhythm that forced him to thrust his hips in time with her pulling his shaft deeper into her skilled mouth. He