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I glance back over my shoulder at him. I assume his gaze is fixated on my pussy since I’m just staring at the impassive face of the mask.

“From your massive cock? Yes. I’m sore,” I snark.

“But… I want more,” he whines.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ghost? You literally just fin-” My words dissolve into a moan as he slips his fingers back inside me. Gently fucking me with his cum, pushing it back in after watching it leak out of me.

“One more. You can give me one more.”

He raises the front of the mask and spits down onto me. I feel the saliva run down my crease. It collects on his fingers and he spreads it inside me. He’s so fucking filthy, everything he does is erotic. Dirty. Depraved.

He brings his fingers to my lips, “Taste us.” I open and greedily suck them into my mouth.

He groans and then pulls his fingers from my mouth. He removes my boots and peels the tattered remnants of my pants from my body.

“You owe me a new pair of leggings,” I quip.

He shrugs, “Worth it.” His voice sounds light and dreamy. He’s happy and my heart soars at the fact it’s because of me.

Ghost scoops me up and carries me down the hall to my bedroom. Gently, he lays me down and slides back inside me. He fucks me slow, gentle, adoringly. I feel everything; the ridges of his thick cock, his breath as it escapes from the mask, the whirlpool of emotions swirling around me. They threaten to pull me under and drown me. This feels like so much more than lust, more than just fucking.

I’m so screwed.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ghost

She’s completely unresponsive, effectively sexed into a coma. I mentally pat myself on the back as I sit here, unmasked, trailing my fingers through her damp hair. I ran her a warm bubble bath and made her something to eat to replenish her mind and body from our vigorous night. I probably shouldn’t have made love to her after fucking her brains out, but I was overcome with emotion. I needed her to feel what I was feeling, when her walls were down and all the fight had left her body. I saw the glaze of tears in her eyes while she clung to me as the most draining orgasm she’s probably ever had wracked her body. Her release pulling my own from within me. I would stay buried inside her forever if I could. She feels for me the same as I feel for her. I can tell. It’s scaring the absolute shit out of her. I’ll help her through it, get her to admit it. Not just to me but to herself as well.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, it’s Carla. Fucking Johnson has swapped shifts with Myers and I’m stuck on nightshift highway patrol for another five days. Well, at least I don’t have to rush back home to be ready for work in a few hours now.

I slip my mask back on and rise from the bed. Mallory shifts and starts to pat around the bed. Looking for me even in her sleep, a warmth blooms in my chest. She bolts up with the speed of a bullet leaving a gun, searching for me.

“Looking for me?” I tease. Her eyes shoot to mine and narrow.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Maybe… Why so frantic, little siren?” I quietly say, bracing my arms on the mattress and leaning down.

“I thought you left,” she whispers.

“Awe, do you want me to stay, baby?”

“Yes, please stay.” Her eyes are swirling pools of honey, dripping with fear of abandonment. I can’t deny her, I won’t.

“Okay, but only for a bit longer,” I say as she blushes, pulling me back into the bed with her.

I lean back against the headboard with her head in my lap coaxing her back to sleep. The steady rise and fall of her body calms me in a way I’ve never experienced before. The rhythmic sound of her breathing pulling me into a semiconscious state of contentment.

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That’s where I wake up a few hours later. Fuck. What time is it? 3:26 am. Double fuck. I need to go. I’ll come back later and set up the cameras while she’s at work. I worm my way out from under her and search around for her phone. I can’t find it. Nudging her awake, “Hey, where’s your phone?”

“Shed,” she mumbles. That sly little fox, no wonder I couldn’t see it lighting up during our chase.

“Go back to sleep, you have to work in a few hours.”

“Mhmmm,” is the only reply I get as she snuggles into the blankets.

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