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“Y
ou’re beautiful,” Jake whispered, hardly able to breathe through the hard pounding lust that gripped him.

Lexa spread wide to let him look his fill, and for a long moment, all he registered was the thick slide of juices that filled her delicate slash of deep pink flesh. Her clitoris peeked out of her hood, firm and in need again.

He set a fingertip into the slick heat of her, and she blossomed open, exposing the base of her pearl and her deepest, darkest flesh.

He pressed his finger inside, up to the last knuckle.

She reached out for his cock and wrapped her delicate hand around the base. The pressure from her palm and fingers on his shaft nearly blew his head off. Lexa squeezed drops of pre-cum from his head while he barely controlled his urge to buck. She slicked the moisture around the head while he plunged his finger in and out of her juiciness.

He slid his finger out and ran his tongue along it, tasting her salty sweet inner moisture. Fresh and hot, her cream enticed his mouth and nose. Nectar.

“So sweet,” he said. Her eyes flared as she watched him lick her wetness from his hand.

She tossed her head back to rest on the next stair, and he knelt crosswise so he could see her pussy up close. So lovely and pink, musky with need. His cock throbbed at the sight of his rough finger sliding in and out of the delicate, clinging slash between her legs. The slick pull of her inner muscles as he slid a second finger into her drove him wild, but he needed to see more before he took her over the edge again.

A third finger went in while he pressed his thumb to her straining clit.

She jerked harder on his cock in response. Her belly quivered and she moaned encouragement.

“Yes! Yes, do that, but lick me too. Eat me, Jake. I need your mouth.” She released his cock so he could move between her legs.

Settling in, he chuckled and nuzzled her with his nose, lips, and tongue. He nipped the inside of her knee with his teeth. She crooned when he licked the spot he’d nipped, then slid his tongue higher. He found the hollow crease between her pussy and her thigh and licked her there.

When she whimpered, he drove his tongue deep between her inner lips. He flicked his tongue against her while she rose as high as she could to press her pussy to his mouth, but he held off giving her what she craved.

If he truly was cursed with love at first touch, then he had to do everything in his power to make her want him just as much. Even if it killed him.

So he left her clit out of the equation.

For now.

“Do you want to come now, Lexa? Do you need to come?”

“Yes,” she panted, arching toward him. He pressed the pad of his thumb hard against her full, rubbery clit. His mouth watered as her scent rose to him. He’d never come across a sweeter arousal, a wetter pussy, or a meatier clit. She was a marvel of aroused flesh and needy woman.

He couldn’t resist one more question. “Do you want to feel my tongue deep inside again or are my fingers better?” With that, he pressed all three fingers in hard, then tried to spread them open, stretching her. He set his tongue to her clit and sucked gently, rolling the nub with the tip.

She grunted and sighed and pleaded for release. He tongued her clit with a long, wet stroke as she cried out on a flood of juice. The slick sound of his fingers plunging in and out of her made his cock flex once. Twice.

He removed his fingers in a quick jerk and buried his tongue inside before her lips could close. He’d never been so deep. He felt the flavorful burst of juices on his tongue and speared into her, tasting and lapping as he worked her into insanity.

He felt the inner contractions almost before she did as she rose to another orgasmic release.

He allowed her to ride it out to completion and held her gently as she sagged against his mouth when she finished.

“Mmm, your turn,” she muttered with a greedy edge.

Thank God.

He rolled to lie back on the stairs, offering his cock like a flagpole. The stairs at his back softened to comfortable support as he watched Lexa strip off her T-shirt and bra. Her breasts bounced fluidly as she found her position on the floor in front of the stairs, settling between his knees.

Her lascivious expression aroused him even more. Her gaze went carnal as she set her elbows on his knees. “My turn to torture you,” she said with a grin that made his cock throb in anticipation. His belly tightened as he felt the rake of her nails along the inside of both thighs.

He wasn’t sure what his little vixen had in mind. “I want you to open wide and slide that luscious dripping pussy down my cock to the hilt. I want to be so far up inside that I’m banging on the door to your heart.”

“No condom.”

“Shit, you’re right. Then I want to be so far down your throat I’m banging on the door to your heart.”

“Either way, you’ll be inside.”

The roar in his head from that idea stalled his heart. He didn’t think it would start again.

She centered home and clasped his sac in all ten fingers. The squeeze, when it finally came, was exquisite. “Do that again and I’ll spurt in your face.”

“Mustn’t have that now,” she murmured. “Not before I get a taste.”

She closed her eyes and dropped her head to his dick, her hair swirling and heating the flesh of his belly. He ran his hand through her hair to hold it out of the way so he could watch. Her wicked pink tongue peeped out and touched the tip of his penis. The single eye wept a tear of pre-cum, and she lapped it up, making a show of savoring the flavor. “Mmm, as delicious as I expected.”

Her eyes opened and took on a dreamy quality as she tilted her head and opened her lips to lick his sac. She drew it into her mouth, hot and wet. He moaned with the intense tightening of his scrotum as she laved and suckled his balls one at a time.

“Work it,” he moaned with a shudder that ran from his ass to the back of his head.

“That’s all I do is work. I’d forgotten how much fun this is. I love giving head.” She grinned. “I’ve missed giving head.”

“Good. You can make up for lost time.”

She settled more comfortably and continued her ministrations for a lifetime of agony and teasing. Her eyes glazed with desire as she nibbled and sucked and licked at his tight hard sac.

He threw his head back against the stair the way she had, desperate to hold on. His dick flexed and jerked with each sucking stroke of her tongue. “Take the shaft! All of it,” he demanded.

“It’s about time you spoke up. I’ve never seen such control,” she responded lightly.

She rose to place her lips on the tip of his head, and in one long, deep slide dropped her mouth to the base of his cock, taking him in full to the hilt. He felt the back of her throat open to accommodate his girth and groaned aloud at the slick, hot sensation of her mouth.

The small of his back tightened into a knot as a climax built to a roar. His thoughts whirled as she rode his cock with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him until he spurted, full out, into her mouth. She moaned and lapped and took all of his offering.

The head of his cock burst with a full shot of semen as he rose off the stairs and came.

No sooner had his cock stopped spurting than she climbed up his body to ease her pussy to his face for more tongue. Boneless and unable to move, he obliged her, letting her ride his mouth to another glorious orgasm on his face.

She rattled and shook around him, her thighs quivering as she pressed her delicious cunt to his mouth and lips. His tongue pierced her slit, and her juices burst across his taste buds, familiar and hot.

“Sorry, I enjoyed sucking your cock so much, I got horny again. Had to have some more,” she said as she climbed off and stretched out across the stairs above him with a soft sigh of complete satisfaction.

“We need to get some rubbers. I’m not going a whole weekend without fucking you.”

She chuckled. “I wouldn’t let you. We’ll make a run to the store together.” She sighed, and he felt as sated as she sounded.

“Wow, look at that ceiling!”

He followed her gaze and did a double take. A mural above them depicted exactly what they’d just done on the staircase. He blinked because the circus performers depicted in the mural appeared to move and arch and sway as if in the throes of orgasm.

“Maybe this house is bewitched.”

“No, it’s haunted by the ghosts of the hookers who worked here.”

He turned to look at her, fully expecting to see a hint of humor in her eyes. There was none. She was serious. “Haunted? Forgive me if it’ll take more than great sex to convince me,” he said.

She rose to an elbow and looked down her nose at him. “Honest. It’s a family legend. My great-grandparents met here when the house was a brothel. We thought Annie was a hooker, but according to Faye, she just worked here as a carpenter’s helper during the construction of the house itself and then a couple of additions. Her husband, Matthew Creighton, was the architect builder for the conservatory. Which is out front on the right corner of the house. I guess you weren’t paying attention when Faye and I talked about Annie earlier.”

“So, what you’re saying is, the hookers are having their way with us?” He eyed the mural again. The action had eased off, and the faces and bodies looked still and serene. Satisfied smiles grinned back down at him, mirroring his own sated condition.

“You might say that.”

Which meant Lexa would never believe his curse existed. Would never believe he was already halfway in love with her. She’d say this whole thing between them was because of the ghosts of Perdition.

Perdition House. Haunted by horny pernicious ghosts.

Shit. Lexa may never believe what they had could last.

This was getting more complicated by the minute.

T
he heated sparklers from Jake’s touch along her outer thigh went to all of Lexa’s hottest spots. She quivered, but he barely noticed because he was completely focused on the mural overhead. Her desire simmering nicely, she stretched out along the stairs and enjoyed the languorous feeling three orgasms had produced. The mansion oozed sex right out of the walls. The mantel, the mural, even the stairs themselves. “I need a shower. Did Faye mention which rooms were ours?”

“No, but I’m guessing they won’t be hard to find.” He rose, all six feet of him, his cock dangling juicily below his belly. Such a lovely penis. Versatile and delicious.

She grinned and allowed him to help her to stand. “We’d better take our clothes up with us. We wouldn’t want Faye to come home and find them.”

He frowned and retrieved her shorts and panties for her. He handed them over, then got his own clothes and shoes. “I have a feeling Faye knows exactly what happened after she left. She’s been living here a while, soaking up the atmosphere.” He flicked a glance toward the lascivious ceiling.

“You seem ticked off that the place is haunted. I assumed you just wouldn’t believe me.”

He grinned and traced a fingertip down her cheek. “It’s inconvenient.”

“What’s inconvenient about a house that oozes sex? I’ve never been more free. I’m not usually so hedonistic.” She palmed his belly, grinning when he sucked in a harsh breath. “I don’t fuck strangers, Jake. In fact, I’ve hardly thought about sex in months.”

“Seems like neither of us has had much fun lately.” He blessed the tip of her nose with a kiss that warmed her through. Affection glowed in his eyes, and her belly thrilled to it.

And that was not good. “Um, with you in Florida and me building a business here, we won’t be able to have more than this weekend. You’re okay with that, right?”

“If you are, I’ll have to be.” He busied himself with his clothing.

“Right, then.” Not as convinced by his tone as she ought to be, she turned on her heel and headed up to the next landing. “Let’s find our rooms.”

She got no farther than the landing when another thought struck. She stopped and looked at his serious face. “Did you notice something odd about the stairs?”

“No, they were comfortable.” He arched his back and stretched. “No kinks.”

“Exactly. We should be bent out of shape after what just happened. We both stretched out as if we were on comfy pillows.”

He frowned again. “Damn house.” Then he reached for her hand to hold it. “Do you still feel the sparks?”

“Yes. Like low embers. The heat rises with every skim of your fingers. Those ghosts sure know what they’re doing.” She grinned and led the way up to the second floor, knowing he was checking out her bare ass. She gave herself some extra sway to encourage his attention.

Which she got halfway up when he grabbed her around the waist and planted a nip and kiss on her left ass cheek. “Oh, you sexy beast!”

She giggled and held still while he explored the other cheek as well. Curious fingers slid between her legs. Yes, the spark and crackle still fluttered along her most sensitive nerve endings. She looked at him over her shoulder and wondered how she was going to survive the weekend. Her legs were already weak from coming, her mind was fogged by the electric snap between them, and she wanted to lose herself in Jake’s laser-blue eyes.

She gave him more room between her legs, then caught her breath on the invasive swipe on her clit. “Are we going to make it to our rooms?”

“If you think you’re sleeping in another room tonight, you’re wrong.”

His words sent a thrill up from her belly to her heart. “Okay. I’m wrong.”

“We’ll find our room, and then go outside so you can see the rest of the grounds. Maybe if we get out of the house, we’ll be back in charge.”

While it seemed odd that he wanted to wait to have more sex, she could see his point. Her own behavior had taken an unexpectedly salacious turn the minute she’d pulled through the gates. “As soon as I saw you in the driveway, I wanted you.”

He nodded. “And out by the vegetable patch, I wanted to stretch you out in the raspberry canes. I saw you out there, legs open, ready to take me in.”

“But we were able to control ourselves.”

“Until things got out of hand when we were left alone,” he said. “Inside.”

She glanced up at the mural again, thought of the writhing bodies on the mantel. “You’re right; we need to get out of the house.”

She headed up the stairs, sorry to feel the loss of his fingers on her pussy. But it was the only way to gain any semblance of control. When she got to the head of the stairs, she pulled on her panties and shorts.

His expression said he was as sorry as she was that they’d decided to cool off.

“We’re onto you!” she called out to the house. To Jake she said, “Think they heard me?”

“If they did, they probably don’t give a damn.” He turned right. “I’m betting Faye put us at the front of the house.”

She followed him to an open door. A beautiful early twentieth-century-decorated bedroom waited in sun-dappled glory. The bed had a wrought-iron headboard and footboard.

A nightstand held a Tiffany bedroom lamp, with crystal teardrops dangling around the circumference of the shade. “Think this is an original Tiffany?”

“Only the best for Perdition House,” he replied absently. He was busy checking out the closet, which she judged to be ridiculously small. Then he went through another door.

“Jake? Don’t leave me in here alone,” she said as she scurried after him. “The bathroom. How quaint.”

She ran her fingers along the cool enamel top of a claw-foot tub. Rose petals lined the bottom, with more sprinkled around the pedestal sink. “Nice touch. Faye really knows how to lay out a welcome.”

Another door led to a second adjoining bedroom. This one hadn’t been cleaned or dusted.

“Faye expected that we’d be sleeping together,” she said as she pointed through the door to the dusty furnishings.

He leaned in close to her to look into the bedroom. The hum of electricity cranked up her libido again. “Stand back, please. I can feel the spark off you, and it’s making me wet.” She skimmed a hand across her nipples, already hard. He caught the gesture and nodded.

But his eyes, oh! They burned with desire so fast and hot she felt the scorch of his need from where she stood.

He stepped back and the sensation of heat eased. “We have to get outside. We need to talk.”

They each took a brisk shower, then kept at least four feet between them as they headed back downstairs, through the kitchen and out the side door.

Lexa breathed a sigh of relief when the cool air from the bay eased her overheated body. Her nipples softened and her legs felt less wobbly. “That’s better. I’m still hot, but it’s manageable.” A cold breeze tickled her back, like icy fingers, then receded. She shivered. “Drafty out here.”

“I felt some of that in the house. Isn’t that supposed to be a sign of spirits in a room?”

She shivered again, this time from nerves. She ran her hands up her arms to ward off the gooseflesh.

“There’s a gazebo—might be better out there.” He stepped off the side porch and made for the white and green structure.

“It looks familiar,” she said, trying to remember where she’d seen it. The memory was no more than fog wisping through her mind. “I can’t recall exactly when I saw it.”

She walked across the lawn, dragging her mind back to her purpose for being here. She noted the number and types of weeds. “This lawn needs care for sure, but I won’t need to resod. We can handle the weeds with natural methods.”

“Seems I read somewhere they take longer.”

He was right, but she was determined to preserve as much as she could. “Did you get a time frame for completion?”

“No. I’ll give Faye my estimate, then check out some other restoration companies in the area. I’ll find someone I think can handle the job, then make a recommendation. I’m too busy to come all the way from Florida to handle the work myself.” He stopped walking and stared pointedly at her, his jaw flexing so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek.

“You look like you want to say something. Spit it out.”

“Later,” he said, and took off at a fast pace toward the gazebo again.

The man had a fine ass in his jeans. And out of them. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist.

“I want to see you in your tool belt.” Shirt off, jeans hanging low.

“What?” He turned but kept walking, backward, his quizzical expression making her laugh.

“You heard me. I think tool belts are hot. All that leather and the big buckles. Makes me squirm just thinking about you.” She did a hip swivel to emphasize her point.

His eyes glazed as he watched her hips roll. She’d never had this kind of effect on a man before. She liked it and refused to consider that the ghosts were responsible. Ruined the fantasy.

And she really didn’t want this fantasy ruined.

She trotted toward him, noting how he watched her breasts bounce with each heavy step.

“Naked,” she said when she got close enough to touch him. “I want to see you with nothing on but your belt.”

“I don’t know if I packed it.”

“Of course you did,” she pronounced. “What carpenter would ever go anywhere without it?”

He grinned and took her breath away. His hair got caught in a breeze and lifted, showing her a cowlick just left of a narrow widow’s peak. His eyebrows were two black slashes that set off the blue eyes he used to such great effect.

The man had no idea how gorgeous he was. So beautiful it hurt to look at him. Hurt more to think they had so little time.

She gripped a support beam on the gazebo and used it to swing herself up the two steps to the floor inside. Low benches with thick pads covered in yellow gingham ran along the sides.

Suddenly gripped by images of people waltzing all around her, she spun, trying to catch glimpses of their faces, their clothes, their shoes, but she couldn’t hold on to anything but flashes of shadow. “Damn, they’re here, too, but I can’t make them out. They’re nothing more than shadow.”

Chilled air swirled around inside the structure, but the trees that ringed the lawn were still and quiet. There was no breeze out here today. Not so much as a hint of one.

Jake came up behind her and ran his hands down her arms from her shoulders to her elbows in an attempt to warm her. Trails of heated electricity tracked along each stroke of his palms.

She leaned back against him. “Do me here, Jake. I want you.” And she did, with a ferocity she’d never felt before, not even in the house.

He turned her to face him. “First, we talk.”