“Oh my god!” she exclaims and wraps her legs around my hips, holding on tight.

“Maybe this will help empty your mind.” I plant my thumb on her clit and watch her go wild as I fuck her hard, pressing the base of my cock on my thumb.

“Jesus, Simon.”

“That’s right. Just me, Charlotte. Just me and what we have together.”

She’s clutching onto my shoulders, and arches her neck back as she comes apart, moaning my name.

I pull out and flip her over, pinning her hips to the mattress. I spread her cheeks apart enough to see her glistening pussy, straddle her legs, and push inside her again.

“Fucking love this angle,” I growl and bite her shoulder. She’s white-knuckling the sheets, biting her pillow. I fist her hair and pull back slightly, just so I can see her gorgeous, flushed face. “Your pussy is so bloody tight.”

“Your cock is just big,” she replies between gasps. “God, you’re hitting my spot in just the perfect way.”

“Like this?” I ask and push harder, making her moan.

“Fuck me,” she moans.

“Oh, I am, love.” God, she brings me to my knees. Whether it’s hard and fast or soft and sweet, I’m lost in her. I can’t get enough of her.

Her pussy clenches down on me as she comes again, and I follow her over this time, the orgasm shooting along my spine, sending electricity through every part of me.

“Damn, you’re amazing.”

“You were doing all the work,” she says, still catching her breath. Finally, I roll off of her and she manages to roll onto her back. “I think I’m going to pretend to be afraid more often. The benefits are spectacular.”

“You weren’t pretending, darling,” I reply and suck her nipple into my mouth, loving the way she gasps. “You taste delicious.”

“I bet you taste delicious right now.”

With a wicked look in her hazel eyes, she takes my semi-hard cock in her mouth and sucks me gently.

“Fucking hell.” My hips jerk, and I’m already at full attention again. God, she’s sucking herself off of my cock.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“We taste good,” she says with a satisfied smile. “And look at that. You’re hard again.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

She tilts her head to the side as she rises over me, as though she’s considering my question. She takes me easily inside her and begins rocking back and forth, milking me with those strong as hell muscles of hers.

“I think I’ll do this.”

“I won’t complain.” I grip her hips and guide her up and down, but suddenly she takes my hands in hers and pins them over my head, kissing me lightly. She licks my lips, down my jaw and to my neck where she nibbles leisurely, all the while riding me at a slow, even pace.

“I like this,” she breathes. “I love feeling you inside me, against me.” She bites my shoulder. “But do you know what I like the most?”

“Tell me.”

“I like the look on your face while you fuck me.”

“What look is that?”

“Surprise. Happiness. Lust.”

I sit up, easily breaking out of her hold and wrap my arms around her waist, picking up the pace. “I never stop wanting you, Charlotte.”

“You’re the only one who uses my full name, you know.”

“I’d better be the only one to do a lot of things.” Her eyes find mine in surprise. I fist her thick dark hair in my hand and tilt her head back, giving me access to her smooth neck. “I’m the only one.”

“Yes.”

I push up hard, making her gasp.

“The only fucking one.”

“Yes, Simon.”

She comes around me, then collapses against me, breathing hard, eyes closed. I lie back, cradling her on my chest, and smile when she simply drifts off to sleep, unaware of the creaks and groans in the house around us.

Chapter Fourteen

~Charly~

I feel dumb this morning. My house is not haunted. I was just all worked up because of what Mallory said yesterday, and well, because that shit does freak me out. I’m quite sure Gabby’s inn is haunted, and probably every other building in Louisiana.

But not my house.

I’ll have plenty of time today at work to lose myself in other thoughts and by tonight, I’ll be back to normal.

Although, maybe I should pretend to still be scared because apparently, that gets me some good sex.

“What are you grinning about?” Simon asks as he walks into the bedroom. I’m getting ready for work, and he’s pulled the clothes he’s been wearing for a couple of days back on.

“Nothing important.”

“You look like you’re cooking up some sort of scheme,” he says.

“Maybe I’m just happy,” I suggest.

“Perhaps,” he concedes and kisses my neck. “Or maybe you were thinking about last night.”

“Are you a mind reader?” I ask and playfully elbow him in the ribs.

“You wound me,” he says, rubbing his ribs as though I’ve broken them and makes me laugh. “I really need to go back to my hotel room to change clothes. These are starting to stand on their own.”

“Why don’t you just bring everything back here,” I suggest calmly, as if it’s no big deal at all, but my stomach is turning. “If you’re going to stay longer, there’s really no need to keep two places.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes narrow as he watches me closely, and I nod. This is a big step for me. I’ve never suggested that anyone come stay with me for any length of time.