Page 96 of Ghost

Ghost ignored me for so long that I was worried he wasn’t interested. The truth is, he can’t get enough. He needs his eyes on me at all times, and I want that.

We stumble into his bedroom, and he kicks the door shut, watching me back up to his bed. He slowly peels his cut off his shoulders, hanging it on the back of a chair.

“It smells like you in my room.” He rips his T-shirt off next.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Never.” Stalking up to me, he dips down, scooping my thighs up and pinning me back down on the bed. “I want to spend all night breathing you in.”

He kisses the path down my throat to my chest. Peeling off my shirt, he licks and nips at my skin down betweenmy breasts. He continues until he’s burying his face between my legs, inhaling.

“Everything about you smells like heaven.” He pops the button on my jeans, dragging them down my legs with my underwear. “Tastes like heaven.”

He widens my knees and licks my pussy.

“Marcus.”

“Mm-hmm, I’ve got you, little owl.”

Something about him using that nickname feels forbidden. Like a secret that’s been revealed. Something dirty I shouldn’t want, but I do.

“I need you, Marcus.”

“Say my name again.”

“Marcus.”

“You’re the only girl allowed to call me that.” His tongue laps at my clit. “The only one allowed to scream my name. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” I dig my fingers in his hair, no longer resisting that I need him with every bone in my body.

His cool blue eyes watch me as he fucks me with his tongue, and I never want them off me.

“Wait.” I lift up on my elbows, and he immediately pulls back.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, sorry.” I feel bad for worrying him. “It’s not that. But I have a question. Do you have cameras in here?”

Ghost’s jaw tenses, and I sense he’s hesitant to answer, which is probably why he nods just barely in response.

“Where?”

He glances up at the corner of the curtain rod, slowly shifting his gaze around the room and pausing at a couple of other spots. “Everywhere. But I can—”

“Good,” I cut him off, smirking. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

“Later?”

I glance over at the television. “Right now.”

The wicked gleam that flashes in his eyes has my insides fluttering. Ghost climbs off the bed and reaches into his back pocket for his phone. The glow from the screen lights up his strong jawline as he clicks through it. He selects something, and then the television switches on, casting light into the room.

There must be a camera in the center of the framed mirror above his dresser because that’s the only angle that makes sense with what I’m seeing. On the television is a clear view of the bed, where I’m stretched out naked.

“Better?” he asks, following my gaze to where I’m watching the live feed of the bedroom.

I tip my knees open, trailing my fingers down my stomach and sliding them over my pussy. “Much better.”