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and
felt the hot surge of his cum at the same time as the wave in her abdomen crested
and broke. It seemed to last forever and yet was over far too soon.
    As she sucked in breath she heard Pierce
breathing deeply above her. “Fantastic. Absolutely, bloody fantastic.” He moved
his cock inside her and she shivered.
    She had to agree with him. Never had she
had an orgasm like that. Even with her vibrator it had never come close. This
man had known even better than she did how to touch her, how to pleasure her.
It was as if he’d known her body in every intimate detail for years rather than
hours.

Chapter Four
     
    When had it begun to feel natural to walk
around naked in an abandoned Victorian mansion, in the dark, hand in hand with
a materialized ghost?
    Jane had no idea. Twelve hours ago she had
arrived with bravado, scoffed at the stories of hauntings and fantasized about
men who would ravish her as soon as look at her.
    Apparently she had abandoned the first and
heartily accepted the second.
    After the mind-blowing sex, Pierce held her
and kissed her and led her back to her cozy little room where they snuggled
into the narrow cot.
    They lay like spoons and Pierce cupped her
breast with the hand that lay over her waist. She could feel his cock and balls
nestled against her bottom.
    Her body was drained of energy yet still
throbbing and glowing. More alive than she had ever been, she closed her eyes,
whispered “good night” and drifted into sleep.
    When she awoke, it was full daylight and
her back was cold. Her first panicky thought was that Pierce had disappeared.
That all the events of the past night had been a dream, a fantasy brought on by
the stories of the house, the painting and too many cheesy tortilla chips.
    She turned over and saw him sitting in her
camping chair, dressed in his old-fashioned suit and seemingly lost in thought.
He heard her move and lifted his head. A beam of sunlight touched the side of
his face, throwing shadows under his eyes and around his mouth.
    “Good morning.”
    She sat up and pulled the covers over her
breasts. “You’re still here.”
    He rose from the chair and knelt by the
cot. He kissed her. Stubble grazed her cheek and pricked her lips. He looked at
her and raised an eyebrow. “It seems I’m here to stay. Did you expect me to
disappear?”
    She let her fingers trail down his face,
tracing the outline of his mouth, exploring his jaw line. “I didn’t know what
to expect. I haven’t had much experience with ghosts. In fact, I didn’t believe
in them.”
    “Most people don’t. If they do believe they
usually invent all kinds of things to scare themselves half to death. Ghosts
are just people, you know. They wouldn’t hurt you any more than a normal person
would. A few rotten apples have given us a bad name.”
    She pressed her mouth to his. He ran the
tip of his tongue just inside her lips. The nerve endings tingled all the way
to her crotch.
    “You don’t feel like a ghost.”
    “I’m not a ghost, not anymore.”
    “Right.” On a sigh she wrapped her arms
around his neck and pulled him on to the bed. The feel of his tweed suit
against her skin was intensely erotic. She continued to kiss him and fumbled at
the buttons of his old-fashioned fly to release his penis.
    Her eyes closed, mouth glued to his, she
caressed the shaft as it grew. Satisfied, she spread her legs and guided him
into her.
    They climaxed almost immediately. “What a
wonderful way to start the day,” she murmured.
    “No reason it couldn’t happen every
morning.”
    Her eyes flew open. “What do you mean?”
    “I told you. You’re responsible for me. I
shall have to come to live with you.”
    She gave him a shove so she could sit up
and swing her legs out of the bed. “I think I need some coffee before I can
discuss this.” She padded quickly to the bathroom and slipped on the toweling
robe she had stuffed into her bag. Yesterday she’d had a vague idea of looking
for a working shower.