Spooky Business (The Spectral Files #3) - S.E. Harmon Page 0,17

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From the sound of the light rain against the shutters, the storm had abated. Knowing hurricanes as I did, we were probably past the worst of it. All that was left was to ride out the lingering inclement weather and then take stock of the damage.

Too bad being a medium couldn’t be like a hurricane. It wasn’t capable of raging through my life and leaving the next morning. I’d learned the hard way that the ghosts were here to stay.

I couldn’t help but wonder about Joseph. Who was he? What happened to him? And who was this Alex person he mistook me for? Judging from Joseph’s injuries, he’d been shot in the head. No mistakes. No accidental shooting. Someone had walked up behind him, jammed a gun in the back of his head, pulled the trigger, and walked away.

Merciless.

I made plans to ask a favor of an old contact from the Bureau, Chevrolet Sullivan. She would bitch and moan, of course, but I had no doubt she would help me. Chevy had been the closest thing I’d had to a friend at the FBI. Other than the occasional lunch, our relationship had mostly been in a professional capacity, but that was still worth something.

“Stop staring at me and go to sleep,” Danny said.

I huffed out a laugh. “How can you even tell?”

“I know you.”

So he kept telling me. Maybe, one day, it would finally sink in. I traced the tattoos on Danny’s forearm silently, knowing it was going to be a long time before I fell asleep again… unless I had some assistance.

I kissed his neck, right where I knew he was the most sensitive. He ignored me, resettling against his pillow, but he didn’t move his neck one iota either. I flicked my tongue against the spot next and then worried the sensitive patch of skin with my teeth.

“No,” he said warningly, even as he helplessly bared his neck. “Not a chance.”

I could feel him growing underneath me, already hard and long enough to make my mouth water. I sucked the patch of skin delicately, hoping his usually formidable self-control would crumble like cobbler topping. “Why not?”

“Your parents are next door,” he hissed, “and I’d like to look them in the eyes again.”

We’d given them our bedroom, choosing to bed down in my office. With the chairs and desk up against the wall, the room was now ninety-percent air mattress.

I made a dismissive noise. “The walls are plenty thick. Now let me out of these things.” I was all for handcuff sex, but it was starting to look like he was going to need a little hands-on encouragement. “I’ll let you put them back on afterward. Scouts honor.”

I could tell he was warring with his better judgment. I waited patiently, keeping the faith that horniness would win the battle. I could see the moment he internally told Better Judgment to get lost.

He swore and leaned over to get the key. I hummed in satisfaction. “It’ll be all right, I promise. I earned my Having Sex Quietly merit badge in college.” At his decidedly arch look, I clarified. “Stop looking at me like I had a channel on Pornhub. I got a blowjob in the stacks from my boyfriend. My steady boyfriend.”

“Still.” He huffed. “Who has sex in a library?”

“We needed a reward after six hours of studying, and the Doritos and Red Bull we snuck in weren’t cutting it.”

“Which boyfriend was this, anyway?”

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” I was eager to get on to other, more interesting things. “Take your pants off.”

He ignored my request. “That was about shower sex, not library sex,” he grumbled. “It’s not that creep who still sends you birthday messages on Facebook, is it?”

“You want to keep talking about Mark, or you want to work out your frustrations on my ass?” I held out my cuffed wrist, and with a huff, he worked the key in the lock. “And since when do I have to cajole you into sex?”

“Since your parents moved in to our bedroom.” He cast another apprehensive glance at the wall.

“Please don’t use the words my parents and moved in. I think that qualifies as an incantation when used in the same sentence.” I sent him a suggestive look. “Pants. Off.”

My wrist unshackled, I was free to pin him to the mattress. The key pinged on the floor beside the bed, but neither of us paid it any mind as I started a slow grind on his dick. “We have