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“I’ve tasted you a bit,” I say, “but now I want to feast on you, Mary.”

She sighs, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes,” I command. “Watch me eat your delicious pussy. Never take your eyes from mine.”

She opens her eyes in obedience, locking her gaze to mine.

I swipe my tongue over her wet slit, taste her delicious, tangy juices.

I want to start slow, tease her a bit. But I can’t. I suck her labia into my mouth, lap up her pussy juices.

I munch on her, devour her, slide my tongue up to her clit every now and then, but I can’t wait to get back to her beautiful pussy.

When I finally command her to come, she does, and I push her thighs forward, baring her asshole to me. I slide my tongue over, force it into a point, and probe her.

I probe her sweet little ass.

God, I’m hard.

I could easily slide into her cunt right now. Into her ass.

But no. No. No.

I must hold myself in check.

Because…if anything is to work between us, we need to have a solid understanding.

As her orgasm comes to a close, I pull her thighs down, move toward her, kissing her nipples along the way and then tugging on her earlobe. “Sleep now, Mary.”

Her eyes flutter closed.

She’s not asleep yet, but she will be.

And I have a feeling that she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep—a full night’s sleep—in quite some time.


I wake to a pounding on my door. I glance out the window. It’s still dark.

I rise, wearing only my boxer briefs, and race to the door.

“Ronan!” A harsh whisper.

I open the door quickly. “Mary, what is it?”

“I swear to God, I don’t believe in any of this stuff,” she gasps out. “But one of the lights in my room is flickering.”

I peer outside my hotel room door. “It’s an old building. It’s probably just old wiring.”

“Ronan, you said this place was haunted.”

I cross my arms. “And you said you didn’t believe in those things.”

Mary looks down the hallway, rotating her gaze. “I don’t, except… It’s freaking me out.”

“Let’s go see what’s going on.” I pull on my jeans and head to her room. Sure enough, the chandelier over her bed is flickering.

“Isn’t that weird?” she says. “I turned it off.”

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