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I glance at the small street they call the neighborhood. “I’ve never thought about it. It’s quiet.”

“It is.” He nods.

“And I know you like being in the middle of things to keep an eye on them.”

He leans down, kissing the center of my forehead. “I can keep an eye on things from anywhere. But if you want a home, I’d be fine living out here.”

“I already have a home, Ghost. I have you.”

He brushes my hair off my face when the wind kicks up. “Have I told you lately you’re perfect for me?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you should stop saying it.”

“Don’t worry, little owl, I won’t.” He leans down to kiss me, and I sink into his hold.

I part my lips, and he deepens the kiss, claiming me like I’m not already completely his.

“Ghost,” I mumble against his mouth, and his chest rumbles with a growl.

Tempe calls Steel Jameson most of the time, reserving his road name only for when they’re at the clubhouse. But I rarely call Ghost Marcus.

Maybe it’s because I met him as Ghost. Or maybe it’s because I know that’s who he is in so many ways. A man who will always be haunted, but he found a way to let me in and love me anyway.

“Let’s go home,” I say.

He takes my hand to lead me down the porch steps, and that’s where I am because home is where Ghost is.

Epilogue

Ghost

Four Months Later

I hold my handsover Luna’s eyes and guide her into the bedroom.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing you won’t like.” I kick the door closed behind her, removing my hands to free her gaze.

She blinks, taking in the purple glow in the corner of the room before smiling so big her entire face beams.

“You set this up for me?” She walks up to the desk I set up in the corner, grazing her fingers over the keys of her brand-new keyboard. Neon purple lights frame her new gaming station, and I got her a lavender chair that matches her hair. “Kicking me out of your office?”

“Nope, if I’m in there, I expect you to follow.” I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling us into the chair withher sitting on top of me. “But with Venom patching in and taking over perimeter surveillance, I don’t have to be in there as often. Plus, being in our room gives me the privacy to do this…”

I skate my hand around her stomach, teasing the line of her sweatpants before dipping my fingers in. Grazing them over her pussy, I groan when I find her already slick.

“Play your game for me, little owl. I want to feel your excitement while you do it.”

“Ghost.” She gasps when I drive a finger deep into her core.

“Game, Luna.” I circle up to her clit and toy with it.

She reaches for the keyboard, hitting the key to start the game. Her body shivers as I roll my thumb over her.

“Remember when we used to play?” I ask her as her screen loads. “Before you knew who was on the other side of the computer?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard, trying to catch her breath. “But you knew it was me.”

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