Ghostface Killer by M. Never

Author:M. Never [Never, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 33928870
Publisher: M. Never
Published: 2017-03-27T07:00:00+00:00

THE MOON IS just rising, casting a soft white glow over the tall trees, sparkly, white snow and fast-moving stream near the house. The landscape is a woodland creatures wet dream. Quiet, secluded, beautiful. I can appreciate it, too. For a little while. The isolation might make me go nuts after a while.

I sit on the kitchen counter as Baz returns from taking his meds and a leak. He’s as naked as me, sporting a grin and a stiffy. I told him if he wanted to see my goodies, it was only fair I got to see his, too. A pair of pants never disappeared so fast.

I lick my lips as the most titillating specimen of man ambles toward me. I spread my legs as he walks right up to where I’m sitting, grabs the hair at the nape of my neck, and crushes his mouth directly against mine. He hits the bullseye with his tongue, plunging it into the wet, hot recess until my jaw stretches wide. I claw at his back as our lips smack, tongues duel, and breath quickens.

“Don’t stop.” I grab his tight ass and dig my nails into the firm flesh as his erection brushes against my equally hot, wet entrance. He’s been holding out on me. Teasing me with promises of a marathon of pleasure. I need that right now. Need that with him. Need to reconnect.

“Are you begging?” he taunts.

“Not in the least bit.” I nip at his bottom lip. He said he wants to hear me beg for him. He wants to hear how much I want him. And I do fucking want him. Enough to beg, but not enough to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Yet.

“You’re a dirty tease, Stevie James,” he accuses.

“I’m not the one who walked into the room and attacked me. I was sitting here sweetly, minding my own business, when you opened fire.”

Baz’s face drops.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I palm his cheek, quickly trying to recover. “I’m not mad, and I don’t hold it against you. I was sent to kill you. You did the right thing. You protected yourself.”

My reasoning seems to resonate with him, but the fiery arousal that was just burning brightly between us has cooled to a kindle.

“Let’s eat, okay?” He rubs my neck and drops a kiss on my lips. “I’m starving, and I’m sure you are, too.” He brushes his hand across my stomach as he turns to the loaf of bread and open jars next to us on the counter.

I let Baz have at it, watching as he slaps the peanut butter and spreads the jelly over and over until there are a stack of sandwiches almost as high as the ceiling.

“How many people are you feeding?” I giggle. Baz pauses, realizing he erected a skyscraper with organic bread.

“Shit.” He snaps back to reality, sticking the knife in his mouth to free his hands so he can close the jars.

I idly wonder if his six-story creation is a result of his problem or if his thoughts just ran away from him.

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