Page 97 of Revved up & Ready

“Cameron. If you’re hiding to scare me, it’s not funny.”

“Wouldn’t it be a little bit funny?” His voice comes from around the corner in the turret window.

I prop my hands on my hips. “Nope.”

My eyes catch the bed. It was pristinely made when I got into the bath, and now it’s a tangled mess.What is he up to?

“Ooo—ooo—ooh,” Cam’s voice echoes, drawing out the words in the style of a spooky old-timey movie.

When I look over, a six-and-a-half-foot tallghost—Cam, wearing a white sheet—moves toward me.

I snort a laugh.

“Sadie,” he says in the samespookyvoice, holding his arms out in aT-shape and waving the sheet around. “Are youloo—ooo—ookingfor me?”

“Cam.” I sit back on the bench at the end of the bed, barely able to control my laughter.

“I don’t know anyCam.” He continues to wave his arms, moving closer to me. “I am a gh—ooo—ost, and I’m here for you—ou—ou.”

I stand up, backing away from him as he continues makingspookynoises.Can he see through that sheet?He’s got me cornered, so I jump up and run across the bed to the other side, almost losing my towel in the process.

But when I land on the ground, he’s there. So I jump back onto the bed and run off the end, completely losing my towel. He chases me again, catching me when I reach the turret and wrapping his sheeted-ghost arms around my waist.

He lifts me off the ground, bringing his face to my ear.

“Cam,” I squeal, kicking my legs.

His voice rumbles, “You ever made love with a ghost before?”

Made love?That shouldn’t be the part I’m focused on, but it is.

“I have a boyfriend,” I breathe. “I can’tmake lovewith a ghost.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” he says, kissing my neck through the sheet.

He opens his mouth, massaging my skin with his tongue through the fabric. It would be hot—and it almost is—but the sheet makes it tickle more than anything.

I squeal, kicking my legs again. “That tickles!”

“I wonder where else it might tickle?” he says, using his new, sexy ghost voice. He carries me over and drops me onto the bed, using sheet-covered hands to spread my legs. He buries his face between them and kisses and licks through the—now soaked—sheet.

“Can you breathe?” I ask, gasping and giggling. The wetter the sheet gets, the less it tickles, and the more... it—

“Oh myword,” I gasp. “Get up here.”

He sits up, still covered by the sheet, but his gigantic smile is visible through the fabric near his mouth. And lower, the shape of his hard cock is outlined by the sheet too.

I snort. “You look ridiculous.”

He looks down at his lap, though I know he can’t see anything, and uses the silly ghost voice again. “I’m here to haunt you with my—”

“Stop,” I laugh, grabbing the front of the sheet and pulling it up until I can see his face. I lean in for a hungry kiss, then drop the sheet behind my head, so we’re both underneath it.

“Why are you naked under here?” I ask, looking down at his cock.

He shrugs. “Because I wanted to seduce you.”

“By dressing up as a ghost?” My chest bounces with silent laughter.

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