Page 121 of Ghost Hunted

“Well, yeah. It wasn’t so hard to figure out. It was my birthday.” She snuggles into me, before apparently remembering she’s supposed to be angry. But I grab her and pin her to me, keeping her in that position, and she quickly gives in.

“So, what about Jane?”

“Well, I want to help you look for her. It’s only right. She is my daughter.”

“She’s mine too. My responsibility, just like you are.”

“She’s not your daughter, Logan. I have no idea whose daughter she is.” Lia’s lower lip trembles. “But she’s not yours, and neither is Aurora—Piper. You don’t need to take all of that on. It’s my responsibility, and you need to let me take it.”

I press her gently to me. “Baby, Jane is my daughter. She was born about six months after you disappeared. You were pregnant when your father took you. Don’t you remember?”

She blinks her glittering green eyes at me. “Was I? Now that you say it…” She blinks again. “It feels… familiar.”

“Even if she wasn’t genetically my daughter, though,” I tell her, threading her hair through my fingers, “she’d still be mine. It’s my job to look for her. Now, I promise you I’ll find her. I don’t want you to worry about anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” she sighs, leaning back.

I reward her unusual submissiveness with a trail of kisses from her lips to her belly button. “You’re my very, very good girl,” I praise her. “I love it when you give in to me. I love it when you’re my submissive baby, and I’m going to show you how good it can be when you’re good to me.” I continue to rain down kisses until I reach her panties and find them soaked. “I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“Yes, Logan,” she gasps, wriggling excitedly.

Pushing aside the tray, I pull her down over my lap. I hungrily bring my hand over the swell of her ass, then cup her mound. I don’t know exactly what I want to do to her yet, but I do know I can’t go another second without touching her.

But then, my phone vibrates, and I see Damien’s name flash across the screen.

“Logan…” She arches up to me. “Logan, don’t stop… please…”

I look down at her, at my sexy ghost girl exactly where I want her, draped over my knee, then at the buzzing phone. I guess he’s calling to talk about that company we’re in the process of acquiring. The one whose CEO turned up dead and footless. But that didn’t deter Damien from putting in an offer with his replacement.

I really don’t want to deal with business right now.

Silencing the phone, I turn my attention back to Lia, and am surprised to find her looking… disappointed.

“What is it, baby?”

“Uhm.” She blushes. “I was just thinking… maybe you could answer the phone while you make me cum.”

I smirk. “Would you like that, baby? Would you like to try not to make any noise while I do my best to make you scream?”

“We-e-ell… maybe…”

I flip her over on her back, spread her legs, and reward her with a long lick. Her whole body tenses as she gasps.

“Oh, fuck!”

“No swearing, ghost girl.” I grab her clit between two fingers and pinch.

“Oh, fuck. I mean, shit. Crap. Ow. Stop!”

I watch her flail around like a cute fish as I keep my sadistic hold on her clit. At last I let up, and she lies gasping on the mattress. Then I lick her where I hurt her, and she moans loudly.

“Red works, Lia,” I remind her as I always do. “So does stop.”

“Oh yeah?” She lets out another moan as I suck in her clit. “What does stop do?”

I grin. “Makes me go harder. Want to try?”

“Stop!”