Page 610 of Flirting with Darkness

He stared at her with wide eyes, but she scarcely seemed to notice.

“What do you mean,who?”she scolded. “Your batshit crazy father, of course. That damned evil magician fuckwad who’s tried to kill you about a hundred times!”

“Fuck… wad?”

She laughed, but the harder, more worried look never left her eyes.

“Stay away from him, Laz,” she warned. “I mean it. You promised me you would. You know damned well what he would do if he ever found the two of us here.”

Ghost felt his jaw harden.

Apprehension briefly made it difficult to breathe.

God. Maybe he should come clean with her.

Maybe she could explain all of this.

Before he could make up his mind, she crawled halfway into his lap, leaning on his chest. Instantly, his breath stopped, even as his eyes darted to the man driving the strange vehicle from the front seat. Unlike in a carriage, this man could see them in a mirror over the window that filled the front of the vehicle.

Before he could wrap his mind around that, she kissed his mouth.

He forgot about the man driving the horse-less carriage thing.

He forgot about the mirror, and the giant windows.

He forgot about his father.

He fell into the kiss, his fingers clenching in her hair. He kissed her back passionately when she didn’t pull away, wrapping his arm around her, feeling her skin under that loose shirt and even more so in the places where the shirt ended. His hand ended up wrapped around her waist and hip.

She writhed in his lap, and desire rose in him so violently, he groaned against her mouth.

When she parted her lips, kissing him with her tongue, his arms tightened, yanking her against him.

She shocked him more then, putting her hand on his cock.

His mind slanted out altogether for those few seconds.

Then his hand gripped her ass.

After they’d kissed a little longer, he forced himself to pull away.

“I’m going to take you in here if we don’t stop this,” he murmured. His eyes focused on her breasts, and he had to fight not to wrap a hand around those, too. She had them practically in his face, close enough he could see down her shirt.

She laughed, gripping his hair in her hand.

“Your hair is long,” she scolded. “We should get it cut before we go. Someone might notice, otherwise.” Thinking again, she nodded. “We’ll get the clothes first. We have plenty of time. We’ve got like four hours to kill before it starts.”

He barely heard that.

He tightened his hand on her ass, fighting the part of him that wanted to slide his other hand between her legs. She still rested her fingers comfortably on his hardened cock, tracing the outline in his pants almost absently.

After a few more seconds of that, he caught hold of her wrist, pulling her fingers off him with another quiet groan.

“God.” He closed his eyes. “You think I’m jesting. I assure you… I’m not.”

“Not jesting, huh?” She smiled at him when his eyes opened, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Maybe your wife missed you, too. Did you ever think of that?”

Her eyebrow rose.

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