Page 117 of Candy & Her Saints

When Ghost raises his head, however, pushing his platinum curls out of his face, I’m shocked at how defiant his expression is.

He tilts up his chin and doesn’t move.

He’s saying as loudly as he can make me, bitch.

I let out a surprised laugh. “I don’t want you to kneel. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought…shit, you really are strong. I know they trained you to do that and I don’t think that I could have resisted. I respect the hell out of you.”

Ghost’s expression changes to shock and then awe.

He studies me for a long moment, as if to check that I’m not mocking him.

He scratches Sugar under her chin, before holding her to his chest. He shifts off the blanket and carefully places her back on the middle of it. Her tail thrashes side to side to show her displeasure, but she still curls back into a ball.

I watch with wide eyes, as Ghost casts me a look that I can’t work out, before he kneels.

My breath hitches.

Ghost’s gaze is wide and open.

He points at his heart and then points at me.

I almost drop the tray.

He’s kneeling but only for me.

Only because it’s willing.

Then he slowly leans forward and presses his soft lips to the top of my boot.

My mouth becomes dry, watching him kiss my boot worshipfully. His curls splay out like an angel at my feet.

When Ghost straightens, he looks up at me from underneath his long lashes. He tilts his head, waiting for my judgment.

“You’re so fucking precious,” I whisper. “I brought you more gifts. I’m going to bring you one every day.”

Ghost’s eyes brighten. He gives another easy grin.

I drop to my own knees in front of Ghost. I place the tray next to him, before cupping his cheek and kissing him, slow and deep.

He raises his hands to my shoulders like he’s not certain that he’s allowed to. When I moan to encourage him, he grips me tighter.

I’m certain now that he’s a virgin and this is new to him.

I hope that I can bring Ghost pleasure for the first time.

When I pull away, we’re both panting.

“Coffee.” I pick up the mug and pass it to Ghost.

He nudges his forehead against mine gently in thanks.

It’s addictive to watch Ghost’s blissed out look, as he drinks his coffee.

He’s expressive and never tries to hide his emotions.

He drags the blanket to wrap it around both of us. I entwine my fingers with his, pulling him as close as I can, until our knees are touching.

“Sugar,” I call. “Cheese!”

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