Page 36 of Hot Ghoul Summer

He’s beautiful, really.

“So beautiful, Molly. My girl is so beautiful,” he whispers wonderingly.

My hand sneaks between my thighs to circle on my clit as he pounds into me, deep thrusts seeming to shake him to his toes. He grips my calves in one hand and looks into my eyes as he places a sharp love bite on the sensitive instep of my foot.

Too much, too good, just like last night. I start coming as his hand replaces mine, possessively rubbing me with much harder strokes, pulling my climax from me in long, drenching waves that spread the wetness across his smooth skin. I can see him marked with my essence, and I wonder for a brief second what will happen when he comes in me.

Nothing. Fictional characters can’t knock you up. Can they?

I mean, he’s real, but he’s not living.

“Moll-yyy!” Toby lets out a deep, echoing cry that rocks through me as he empties himself deep inside. No one’s ever come in me before. I always insisted on my previous partners wearing protection, and most preferred to pull out and leave visible “money shots.”

Maybe it makes me a total slut, but I love feeling Toby reach his peak inside of me. I love the sudden extra swelling of his tip, the sudden shuddering pulses as his cock erupts, and most of all, the hot jets of cream that give me another miniature orgasm.

Toby’s knees buckle and he drops my legs before he falls forward, still locked inside of me.

My brain slowly returns to reality as Toby softens and slips from me, leaving a wet, slippery trail and an absolutely obscene gush of our mingled cum.

“I’ll sort the room. You get a shower, love,” Toby whispers, kissing my temple.

“Won’t the room clean up after us?”

“Uh. Maybe. I don’t know.” He scratches his curls and blinks around the room in confusion. “Never made love here before. I didn’t always work in this district, either, only about the last hundred years. Man, I’ll miss this place if we don’t get to come back.”

That’s the second time he’s said that. I sit up slowly, a little grain of shyness asserting itself, but Toby doesn’t seem to notice the things I’m worried about—the wayward hair, the stubbly legs, the soft belly with ripples that would never let me become a bikini model. “Didn’t you say this place was a perk of the job? Why wouldn’t you come back here?”

Toby gives me a long look, a sad smile playing around the corners of his lips as he leans in to kiss me again. “I don’t care about the job. I care about keeping you safe. If I lose the job, I’ll lose the vacation time and the vacation house, that’s all.”

“You won’t be a Reaper, then? Wait—what would you be?”

Toby cups my cheek. “In a short time, I’ll be nothing. But I’ll make sure you’re safe first.”

Wait. What?

“Toby, what? Are you saying that by saving me, you might—”

“Lose my powers, and then I’ll just be another soul. Souls don’t stay on this plane without their mortal bodies. Well, not for long. I know a bit about the ghost trade, but I’m not exactly... Well, it’s a little complicated. When you become a Reaper, you have certain rules to follow in exchange for staying bound to your corporeal form and this plane of existence.”

“Are you saying you could die protecting me?” I grab his hand, not letting him get away.

Toby shrugs. “I’ve cheated death for a long, long time, Moll.”

“But you said you wanted to go on a date. You said you wanted to be with me!” Emotions swirl. I was just starting to like him—even more than like him. Trust him. Respect him. All the men in my life leave. What the hell was he making me fall in love with him for?

“Ah, ah, wait. I do want that, Moll. I do, more than anything—except saving your life. I’m going to try to do things by the book, okay? I don’t want to leave you. Nothing could tear me from you except God—or you asking me to hop it.”

With a melancholy grin, he turns and heads to the bathroom across the hall. “Let me get you some fresh towels, love.”

I stomp after him. “You can’t die because of me.”

“No, sweetheart. You’re the only one worth dying for.” Another long, gentle kiss, and he’s gone, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

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