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“Tell me that you’re mine,” Nicholas murmured, his cock still slamming into me. “Tell me that you’ve never been fucked like this before. Tell me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

“I’m yours… I’m all yours…” I groaned before letting out a shuddering gasp, Nicholas’ shaft pressing against something inside of me that felt like pouring gasoline right on a fire in the very best way. “I’ve never been fucked like this before… Nicholas… I love the way you fuck me…”

Just then, Nicholas’ hands wrapped around my wrists, holding them over my head, pressing them against the rug. His hips sped up even faster, even rougher, as he claimed all of me for his own. I was running out of breath in my chest, each thrust pushing the air out of my lungs, my body struggling to keep up with the way he was taking me.

And yet, I never wanted it to end.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice gruff. “I want you to come for me, Parker.”

Instinctively, I did as I was told, something unfurling inside me like a ribbon coming loose that’d been holding everything together. My orgasm exploded out of me, way too intense and way too sudden, my fingers scrambling for purchase against Nicholas’ back. There were tears sliding down my cheeks as I finished for him, relief and joy and tension all breaking through at the same time, all flowing through me in a way I hadn’t expected.

Nicholas was coming, too, his frame shivering above me, his movements coming to a stop as he went still against me. A few moments later and he was removing the makeshift blindfold from my eyes, our gazes finally meeting after being apart for our whole fireplace encounter. Before I could process what he was doing, he was kissing my cheeks, gingerly kissing away the tears that were still rolling down my face.

“How was that?” His question was low, his lips still making my tears disappear. “How do you feel?”

“Good…,” I replied, still processing the intensity of it all. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that before.”

“Felt like what?”

“Like any of it,” I answered, with a small shake of my head. “I don’t think I’ve felt anything like that before. It was so… intense. But in a good way.”

Nicholas smiled before he moved away from my chest, finding his place beside me instead. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close to him.

“You’re beautiful, Parker,” he started. “I think you might be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“Same goes for you,” I said as I turned to look over at him. “I’m still not entirely sure you weren’t created in a lab. Or I’ve just been totally hallucinating you this entire time.”

“And how would that work?” Nicholas seemed amused by the concept.

“Well, in a day or two, the person who actually owns this home is going to walk through that door, catch me in their bed, and immediately call the cops. The whole time I’ll be trying to explain that I’ve been staying with you, yadda, yadda, yadda. Of course, the big plot twist will be that you’ve been dead for fifteen years or something.”

“Oh. So, I’m real, I’m just a ghost?”

“Why are you asking me? You’re the ghost. You should know.”

“I’m just trying to get the specifics down.” Nicholas lightly chuckled before he pressed a soft kiss into my shoulder. “It would be a shame, though. If none of this turned out to be real.”

“A damn shame,” I replied, suddenly feeling like I was on the verge of passing out from being so tired. My eyes fluttered to a close, and I felt Nicholas’ lips kiss each of my eyelids, delicate and sweet.

“Goodnight, Parker,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Nicholas,” I whispered back, soon drifting into unconsciousness, the warmth of the fireplace on my skin no match for the warmth that was spreading through my chest.

12

NICHOLAS

Filling out paperwork had never felt more impossible.

I’d been having trouble concentrating all morning long, my laptop nearly untouched despite the mountain of reports that needed to be filed on the station’s behalf. I just couldn’t get my mind off Parker, couldn’t get my mind off last night.

It’d been so…

Perfect.

We fit together in a way I’d never fit with anyone, our movements somehow so in sync despite neither one of us announcing our next one. Even blindfolded Parker was able to keep me enchanted, able to knock the breath right out of my lungs with his touch. It was a kind of witchcraft I wasn’t sure they had a name for, the kind of thing that was going to keep haunting me throughout my day if I wasn’t careful?—

“You’re distracted.”

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