Elly palmed the air. “What the hell–”
“What the hell is right,” Lucas whispered into her ear, his muscular chest pressed against her back. He was standing so close she could absorb the heat radiating from his flesh. “Since when do spirits leave hot spots?” he asked.
“Beats me.” She spun around and catalogued the room. “Let’s go find Gloria and Phil and then toast this ghost.”
Lucas called out to the home owners as they searched each room. A noise inside the back bedroom caught their attention.
Elly knocked. “Are you okay in there? Your neighbor Grace called to report a metaphysical disturbance. We’re from the Paranormal Task Force Agency, here to investigate.”
Suddenly the door opened and one very tired, very worn out looking man stood before her in nothing more than a pair of tighty whiteys and a huge smile on his face.
“We’re okay,” he assured them. “No problems here.”
Elly looked over his shoulder and spotted a woman, who she assumed was Gloria, tying her robe. “You okay, ma’am?”
Lucas cleared his throat and then purposely put his mouth close to her ear. “The electromagnetic readings are off the chart.”
Phil looked down sheepishly, as though busted. “Yeah, it wouldn’t let us leave. It held us captive, turning up the heat in the room, and in us, making us do wild and crazy things.” Phil winked at Lucas. “I guess we must have finally satisfied its voyeuristic spirit since it just let us free.”
Elly shook her head. Cripes, she’d never get used to the idea that ghosts had crazy fetishes.
Phil took a look at the nuke box Lucas clutched in his right hand and frowned. “You don’t have to…”
“Afraid so, sir,” Lucas said, unzipping his coat. “We have to contain it and take it with us.”
Phil shrugged. “Guess it was good while it lasted.”
“Perhaps you could head on over to Grace’s while we cleanse the place,” Elly suggested. “Right now, we have no idea how long it will take.”
When his eyes lit up with excitement, Elly stepped back and cringed. If he was planning some sort of threesome with Grace, she didn’t want to hear anything about it.
Elly did a sweep of the house while Lucas ushered the couple next door. As she moved through the hallway and stepped into what appeared to be a guest room, energy swirled around her, tingling her skin in the most provocative way. She fanned her face, astonished at just how hot the room was.
What the hell was this spirit up to now?
The sound of footsteps in the hall heralded Lucas’s arrival. “In here, Lucas. The readings are off the chart.”
When she heard him at the door, she spun around, noting that he’d removed his coat and now stood before her in a pair of jeans and a navy, button up shirt. Christ the man was drop dead gorgeous. If it got any hotter in there she wondered if he’d remove that shirt, too.
Or maybe even his pants…
As soon as that thought popped into her head, the temperature in the room seemed to soar. She set her equipment on the floor and shed her coat. “It must be a hundred degrees in here.”
“At least,” Lucas said, setting his gear down beside hers while his fingers worked the top two buttons on his shirt, affording her a view of a few sexy sprigs of dark chest hair.
Yummy.
Taking them both by surprise, the equipment slid across the floor and landed in the hall, the bedroom door slamming shut behind it.
“Oh shit,” Elly cursed, spinning around, her mind orchestrating and strategizing her next move. “Oh, shit,” she repeated.
Lucas tried the door. “Fuck, it’s locked.”
Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, she yelled, “Break it down.”
Lucas put his shoulder into it, but it refused to budge. Elly tried the window and found it sealed shut. Goddammit.
When she spun back around to face Lucas a burst of sexual energy hit her like a wrecking ball, knocking her backwards. “What the hell.”
“Shit, Elly,” Lucas said. He grabbed her and crushed her body to his before she landed on her ass. When his hands slid around her waist and she felt his mounting desire, her nipples tightened with arousal.
Passion like she’d never before experienced worked its way through her veins, stopping at every erogenous zone along the way.
“Are you okay?” When she caught his glance, the raw ache of lust in his eyes evoked a myriad of sinful thoughts. Apparently the spirit was having a good old time messing with their libidos.
She straightened and fanned her face. “I’m not so sure,” she said honestly.
A look of genuine concern came over him. He pressed his hand to her forehead. “You’re burning up. Do you have your cell phone?”
She reached into her coat and pulled out the phone, not that she expected it to work with all the electromagnetic interference.
She put it to her ear. “It’s dead,” she assured him. She tossed it onto the bed and undid a few buttons on her blouse.
Lucas tried the door again, cursing under his breath. He slid his hand through his thick dark hair and shook his head. “Rule number one is to never get separated from your equipment,” he mumbled, his voice thick with arousal because of the situation they’d found themselves in. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
Elly dropped onto the bed beside her phone. “Now what?” She took a moment to mull things over as Lucas moved past her to try the window, his tight, squeezable ass – which was now at eye level thank you very much – dragging her focus with him. His spicy scent curled around her, bombarding her body with primal hunger. As warmth streaked through her, she pulled his aroma into her lungs.
In one swift move that took her by surprise, Lucas ripped off his shirt, his gorgeous, athletic body glistening with perspiration.
Hot damn!
Elly licked her dry lips, her temperature soaring. Sexual tension swirled around them, demanding all their attention. Her pussy muscles clenched as moisture pooled in her panties.
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