Chapter One
“Oh, yes.” Joy gripped the satin sheets as pleasure shot from the juncture of her thighs to her very fingertips. The man lapping at her clit knew what he was doing, his rhythm, with the toy moving in and out of her sheath, was the perfect pace.
When his free hand moved up to cup her breast, she held her breath knowing what would come next.
He didn’t disappoint. His fingers movedaround to her hard nipple to roll and pinch it, sending her over the edge into her climax.
She arched upward, her body on fire, consumed by an ecstasy only he could give her. Her peak of pleasure continued, his mouth an instrument of erotic torture, refusing to release her.
She quivered as he held her there, at her pinnacle, her throat dry from panting, her body strung taught with wave afterwave of bliss sweeping through her.
Finally, he removed the toy, as well as his hand from her breast to spread her legs wider. His tongue traveled down to her opening to lick the juices of her orgasm, the scruff on his face sending tingles of sensation across her inner thighs. His need for her taste gave her a chance to relax and revel in her contentment.
She lightly grasped his head beneaththe hooded cape he always wore, the strands of his silky black hair wrapping around her fingers almost as if they had a mind of their own, their sensuality as captivating as the rest of him. He was a master in the art of sexual stimuli.
Frowning, she tried to remember his name. Why couldn’t she remember his name? He always gave her such perfect pleasure. She looked down but the hood obscuredhis face. She wanted to see him, remember who he was.
She tugged on his hair to have him lift his head. His dark eyes bored into her with a carnal knowledge far deeper than her own. As his full face came into view, he licked his sensual lips, one side quirking upward just slightly.
“Malcolm.”
She let her hands go lax, not wanting him any closer, but he continued to rise, pulling himself overher, his gaze holding her immobile. His face lowered, his lips touched hers, and as he breached her mouth with his tongue to share her taste, his cock speared her to its hilt.
Joy sat up in bed, her heart racing as the dream remained in her consciousness to titillate her with details. She moaned, closing her eyes again before snapping them open once more as Malcolm’s visage floated beneath hereyelids.
Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, she ran her hands through her auburn hair. She was a mess. Her body overheated and sweating, her hair tangled, and her thighs wet from her too satisfying dream. Too bad her psyche wasn’t equally satisfied.
She padded across the marble floor and into her bathroom. The air in the replica of her Scottsdale home was cool against her damp skin.Turning on the water in the glass and stone shower, she waited for it to warm.
It took less than three seconds before she was able to stand under the spray. One of the perks of the afterlife was the elimination of tiny inconveniences. The water soaked her hair, and she squirted her favorite body wash into her palm.
“Hmmm.” The peppermint scent lifted her spirits and pushed away her disturbingdream. She knew exactly why she had it. Every time she ran into Malcolm MacLachlan, he burrowed into her subconscious. Not that her consciousness was immune to him either. No woman, living or dead, could be oblivious to him.
That spirit guide had a body that would send even the most sexual woman into a faint. He didn’t exactly flaunt it, his dark brown hooded cape covering him most of the time,like a druid of old, but when he turned a certain way—
She pulled her hand from between her thighs and washed her legs. Luckily, he rarely visited any of the spirit guide gathering areas. She just happened to have literally bumped into him in the hallway outside their supervisor’s door yesterday as she’d exited, his evergreen scent bringing to mind dark forests and even darker orgies.
Cameronhad been very pleased with her work on her last assignment. He even told her she could take a few days to play. Personally, she thought her supervisor seemed a little distracted.
They all knew he’d been sending spirit guides to help his wife move on after his death. That in itself was usually not allowed. Checking on family members after a spirit guide’s death was an absolute no-no. She couldn’teven visit her niece, something she wished to do more than anything. To know her sacrifice had meant something would be very reassuring.
Squeezing out a few squirts of shampoo, she massaged it into her hair, the candy cane aroma of it soothing her despite her growing concern. Coco and Ian, the last two spirits to be assigned to Cameron’s wife never returned. Coco had been her friend for a longtime and whenever they had time to play, they’d done it together.
When she asked Cameron where Coco was, he just said she was no longer a spirit guide. She’d tried to push the issue, but he scowled at her and the rumors about his mental stability had her closing her mouth. She felt sorry for him. He had a lot of pressure from above.
Rinsing her hair, she tried to focus on what to do with herfree time. Though there was no such thing as time in the afterlife, they all sensed it as they had in life, so some time away from helping the living was always welcome.
Finished with her shower, she waved her hand and it stopped. She dried herself and donned her turquoise satin robe. “My coffee.” A cup of coffee appeared on the sink next to her. Taking a sip, she looked in the mirror. “Makeup.” She’d just taken the cup away when her face was enhanced with just the right amount of color. She may be dead, but that didn’t mean she should get lazy.
Taking her cup with her, she meandered over to her walk-in closet to review her clothes. She phased before speaking. “I think my purple and turquoise sundress will do.” Instantly, she had the sleeveless dress on. She returned to being solidagain. She could have stayed solid and simply put on her clothes herself, but there were certain advantages to phasing like instantly being dressed or traveling through space and time.
She took another sip of coffee. She preferred her solid state as did most spirit guides since that was what they were used to. Besides, eating was much more enjoyable while solid.
A buzzer on her counter litjust before her supervisor’s voice came through. “Joy, could you come to my office, please?” Though Cameron asked, it wasn’t really a question.
“Of course.” She didn’t wait for an answer. Phasing, she quickly floated through her ceiling.
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