Page 27 of Grave Expectations

“Just want to know how long I have alone with you,” he said, pulling her tighter against his body. His hard cock pressed into her lower back.

“We’re in public,” Roz chided.

“And I’m invisible,” he reminded her.

“I’m not,” she said.

“Hmm,” he said, pushing her hair to the side to expose her neck. His teeth lightly scraped the skin there, and she swallowed a moan. Rowen would be back any moment.

“Put your hands on the counter,” he said into her neck.

She obeyed instantly.

His hands slid from her waist to her thighs, pulling up the fabric of her dress. It climbed upward slowly, her pulse ratcheting up with every inch.

“Someone could walk in,” she said, chest heaving.

“I’ll be more discreet,” he said. He dropped the fabric of her dress and pulled her across the lobby to a table and chairs. He guided one of her feet onto a chair, pushing her knees apart. He knelt before her, pulling the dress up and ducking under the fabric. This was no more discreet than her ass entirely on display, but at least she was turned away from the windows. If someone looked in, they’d see her back, her leg hiked up on a chair with her dress billowing out in front of her.

In the shape of a man’s head.

She couldn’t think more about it once his mouth closed over her clothed pussy. His teeth scraped over her clit, and she wasn’t able to swallow that moan. Roz covered her mouth, pressing her palm tight to quiet herself.

Alaric sucked and nibbled on her through her panties, then pushed them aside to slide two fingers into her. She sucked in a breath, her gaze darting around the empty bakery.

Anyone could come in at any moment.

Rowen could come back.

It terrified her, but also set her nerves on fire. She’d never done anything this risky before. Roz’s life had been a series of safe choices, of doing what she was supposed to. She could have left town when she realized she wasn’t a necromancer like the rest of her family. She could have done anything.

Instead, she stayed.

And now she was getting eaten out by a ghost in the lobby of a bakery.

“Alaric,” she groaned, muffled by her palm.

He didn’t answer, too intent on sucking on her clit, curling his fingers inside of her, ratcheting her arousal higher and higher.

The orgasm that followed was the best one of her life. It tore through her core, exploding outward. Alaric didn’t slow his mouth or his fingers, guiding her through each wave that pulsated through her body. If it weren’t for Alaric between her legs she would have collapsed, her legs shaking with the effort of keeping upright.

He slipped his fingers from her at long last, replacing her panties over her slick pussy. When he reappeared from under her dress, he wore a look of pure satisfaction.

“Are you well?” he asked.

“I need a minute,” she said. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, supporting her as she caught her breath.

“Have you always liked public displays of affection like this?” he asked into her hair.

She laughed, tilting her head up to look at him. “This goes beyond a public display of affection. And I guess, I’ve never…” She trailed off, unwilling to admit that she’d never had sex outside of a bedroom before.

“Never? Truly?”

“You sound pleased.”

“I rather enjoy figuring you out,” he said. “And being a first for you.”

“First ghost,” she said with a breathy laugh.