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She stopped and looked up, staring into his eyes before ordering, “Don’t come yet.”
Then she smiled wickedly before returning to her previous position. The fact that he wanted her so badly made desire course through her body. She was already soaking wet with anticipation. When she started to ease herself over him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard.
She gasped as she stretched to accommodate his girth. “You need to wait.”
“Fuck waiting.” He began moving his hips underneath her. She moaned and arched to take him in fully. She matched his rhythm and urged him to go faster.
“Jesus, Flynn. You feel so damn good inside me. Faster,” she demanded again. He obliged, holding her hips as she rode him.
“Harper,” he said through gritted teeth. She knew he was on the verge of coming but so was she. She ground her clit over his pubic bone and keened as sensation roared through her. She arched, her hips bucking as she came. A few strokes later, he careened over the edge with her.
Exhausted, sated, but still wanting more, she flopped down onto his chest. Her body trembled from the intense, earth-shattering orgasm. But a hollow feeling was already building in her chest. This bliss wasn’t made to last. Their worlds were too different. They were too far apart for it to work. She knew instinctively all they had was right now and even that was slipping away.
* * *
Flynn quietly slid out of bed. Harper pretended she was asleep and hoped he wouldn't notice.
He pulled on his jeans and black sweater. The gun he’d left on the bedside table rattled against the wood when he picked it up and then removed something else from the drawer. Curiosity made her want to figure out was he’d grabbed, but she didn’t dare open her eyes to check.
He slid quietly out of the room closing the door behind him.
Harper gave him a few minutes then she sat up and rubbed her face. He was going to do his thing, and she was going to do hers. She slid from the bed. The truth of the matter was, she liked Flynn, probably way more than she should. If circumstances were different, they might even have a chance for something long-term. But he’d head back to New York, or wherever, eventually and she’d be staying in Maine. They wanted two separate things in life.
She pulled on her jeans and searched for the green cashmere sweater he’d tossed away in his rush to get her naked. She was still grinning about their haste as she quietly padded out of the room. He would be livid at her for skulking around on her own but well, too fucking bad. This was life. She couldn't live it for him. She had to make her own choices. Finding the secret passages was going to help her find out who killed Astrid.
She crept down to the basement and entered the unfinished section. She went back to where she and Flynn had searched earlier. He seemed so sure it was there. She stared at the blank wall, but she still couldn't see anything that was remotely door-like.
She turned and leaned her back on the wall. Where else could it be? She stared but nothing jumped out at her. Finally, she started forward but tripped over a box on her left. It was pushed out ever so slightly. As she moved to push it back, she noticed the floor next to it had marks on it. Squatting for a closer look she saw a small black pebble looking thing. She pressed it and the side wall of the small room swung inward revealing a staircase.
Harper grinned. "Thanks, Dad," she muttered and then stood.
She went through the doorway and looked around for some kind of latch on the inside but saw nothing. She could wait or she could go explore. There was no question. She started up the stairs and when she hit the third step the door swung quietly closed. She tromped on the step again but the door didn't open. She took another look around for a secret button but there was nothing.
Nowhere to go but up. Giving a small shrug, she started to climb the stairs again. If worse came to worse, she could scream and hopefully someone would hear her. They might have to break through a wall to get to her but at least she wasn't permanently trapped here. Or so she told herself.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
The sound of soft footsteps broke the silence he’d waited in. A figure entered the kitchen area and hurried directly to the pantry. Opening the door, the person slid inside and closed the door after them. Flynn quietly made his way over to the pantry door and waited until he heard the sound he knew was coming. He jerked open the pantry door, and flicked on the light switch.
"If it isn't the ghost of Everlasting Manor, in the flesh."
Mrs. Carruthers whirled around and stared at him open mouthed. A gaping wall in the pantry exposed a staircase. “I— How—”
"How did I know it was you sneaking around trying to scare people?"
She snapped her lips together and glared at him.
"Because no one else has anything to gain by driving people out of here. The 'regular' members, as you think of them, all know the stories of this place and don’t mind at all. But the New Yorkers, and the not-so-nice members, hate it. You figured you could get your domain back if you could drive the new people and, most importantly, Gina out."
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not saying anything."
He leaned forward menacingly. "You don't have to. I have you dead to rights. You know the best thing about being one of the enforcers of the Lock and Key Society? We're not big on needing proof."
Her face paled.
"I would suggest you answer all my questions inexcruciatingdetail. What happens to you will depend on your answers."
"But I haven't...that is, it was harmless."
