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Long before I decided I wanted to be a reporter, and once I did in college, I followed the Blake Barnes scandal with the rest of the nation.
A hero, a god.
Defamed and ruined.
But in this light, with him bending over as he lights that fire. I feel more than one glow kindling.
“You’re with the newspaper.” He sighs, standing to stretch, but pausing as his eyes fixate on my chest then move down to my hips.
Undressing me.
My head nods in agreement, but my thighs squeeze together again, drawing a fresh bead of moisture from me I hope he can sense.
My nodding turns to shaking of my head. Unable to believe any of this is actually happening.
Blake Barnes is… was, one of the greatest pitchers in professional baseball that ever lived.
A small town success story that lights up in my mind as I join some dots internally.
But before any of that, I simply can’t get over the man himself, in the flesh.
Well over six five, and built like a linebacker, not a pitcher.
His V-shaped frame and heaving torso as he stands to face me, those brilliant obsidian eyes burning into me.
“I’m Lois,” I squeak. Totally forgetting the name of the paper I work for.
Knowing I’ll work for him now, do anything he wants.
If only he’d tell me.
If only he’d command me again in that deep voice.
And he does.
“Come here, by the fire. Dry yourself, you’re all wet. I’ll go see about your car, make sure the battery doesn’t die.”
I walk over to him like a string is pulling me. I feel my mouth drop open.
Despite just telling me he’ll see to my car, he just stands there, and I just keep walking closer to him, feeling more of his own heat against my body than anything from the fireplace, which is brightly lit now with a good strong fire.
Chapter Six
Blake
It all happens so fast, I barely have time to get my dick back in my pants.
One second she’s leaving, the next I hear myself telling her no, that she’s mine. She’s not going anywhere.
I’ve blown my cover, exposed myself but I don’t care.
I know she’s from a paper, why else would she come here alone?
Why else would she?
I have a growing understating of why, but I still have trouble believing a girl like this could be interested in an older man like me. An older ghost even.
What I don’t imagine is her being drawn to me. Coming closer and closer.
All I can manage is to stand there, trying my best to take all of her perfect body in. The smell of her… her wet hair… that dress…
She ends up so close, I can feel her chest about to touch me. My heart is pounding against my ribs and my mouth is so dry I can’t even speak, even if I wanted to.
“I have a bag in my car,” she finally says, breaking the spell as I realize I’ve been staring at her chest like a schoolboy the whole time.
“Right,” I hear myself rasping, wondering again if she’s turned on or off by all this.
I mechanically move to walk past her, to get her bag from her car when I feel the lightness of her touch on my arm.
We both make a small sound, mine a low groan, and hers a kind of squeak as we feel the spark between us as part of our bodies finally touch.
“You’re not really a ghost, are you?” she asks, shivering a breath in as I fight not to grab hold of her and pull her to me.
“No, not a ghost,” I remind myself aloud, noting her cocked brow and sly smile as her own eyes move south, registering again the growing bulge in my pants.
I pause a second, enjoying her grip on me a little longer. “Don’t be long. I’m a little on edge,” she confesses, making my lip curl with satisfaction.
“You don’t have to worry anymore,” I assure her, eager to get her bags and secure her car so I can enjoy her company properly.
So I can claim her properly.
First things first, Tiger, make sure she’s comfortable and maybe get to know her a little?
I groan once outside, the noise of the wind and rain canceling out my own arguments with myself.
I want her. I need her. But I have to know that she wants me too.
The picture of her in that outfit again in my mind, her thick form underneath, those stiff nipples just aching to be sucked…
I retrieve her suitcase, laptop, and a smaller bag before shutting off the car’s headlights and locking it. Making sure I pocket the keys.
One way I can keep us both here a little longer.
There’s a sudden noise from inside the house, followed by her scream.
Lois!
In three long strides I’m back inside the house, my whole body tensed and ready for anything. I practically collide with her before I can ask what’s wrong.
