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Authors: Kelley St. John
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some simulated action, she ’ d held her breath, hit the switch…and the sucker didn ’ t so much as quiver. Ditto for the other three male substitutes she yanked out of the drawer.
“ Granny, if you have anything to do with this, I ’ ll never forgive you, ” she spouted, punching the pillow again in an effort to fluff it up enough to smother her face. Maybe she ’ d accidentally suffocate and therefore be put out of her misery—and end the agonizing ache to break the rules, as well as the impossible quest to teach Ryan Chappelle to love.
To love? How could she ever discuss love with him, when all she could think about each and every time she looked at him was jumping his bones? And even if he were alive and kicking, she ’ d be damned if she let that desire take over. The guy was too dang cocky and needed to be brought down a notch or ten. The thing was, his cockiness was evidently well-deserved. She still could hear his words so clearly, delivered with that delicious Southern drawl.
Does it bother you that I ’ ve helped quite a few women achieve earth-shattering orgasms over the past fourteen months? No, the fact that he ’ d helped other women didn ’ t bother her. The fact that he hadn ’ t helped her was another story. Why hadn ’ t he? She could only imagine the words he whispered in the ears of those lucky females. All that intoxicating Southern charm bestowing comments that could probably make a woman ’ s toes curl without so much as a touch of his finger.
But he touched, too; he said so.
She jerked her head to the other side to view the clock, declaring that 3:00 a.m. had now come and gone. Super. At least it was Saturday, and she didn ’ t have to be at the salon until eleven. However, at this rate, she ’ d still be watching the water drip down the glass when it was time to get up. She envisioned Ryan ’ s big, bold body, standing in the middle of the rain, with every droplet finding its way down extremely male planes and valleys…and a rod of steel.
Her core quaked. Who was she kidding? She wanted him, wanted what he ’ d given those other women, wanted to hear that sexy voice again.
“ Lower Alabama, ” she whispered, then smiled into the darkness. “ He ’ s gorgeous, has a killer body and loves sex. Did he have to have a sense of humor, too? ” If he were only breathing, he ’ d so go in Jenee ’ s he ’ s-a-keeper category. Monique had never put anyone in that classification, but if she were going to, and if Ryan Chappelle dwelled in the land of the living full-time, he ’ d be there.
A big clap of thunder made her shudder, then a flash of lightning as bright as day split the sky and illuminated the expanse of her room.
Monique swallowed thickly. The rain and wind claimed dominion outside, but an entirely different kind of storm dominated her senses. A storm of lust and desire, an ache that covered her so completely she trembled with need. She needed him, wanted him to do the things to her that he ’ d done with those other women. And, Monique realized, she wanted him to do more, because she didn ’ t want to be like the others. She wanted to stand out. She just wasn ’ t sure how. One thing was certain though—she wanted Ryan Chappelle , right here, right now. And she knew exactly how to get what she wanted.
If you change your mind, just say my name. I ’ ll come. And so will you .
Okay, so she wasn ’ t going to bring him down a notch or ten, yet. But could she help it? She wanted to come, and right now, she didn ’ t want to come with anyone but Ryan Chappelle .
She placed her hand between the mesh triangles covering her breasts, and the mad beating of her heart pulsed against her fingertips. Could she really do this? With a ghost? And could she do it without breaking any rules? She swallowed, licked her lips and decided to find out.
“ Ryan. ”
Monique waited a heartbeat, then two. She listened for his voice, focused on the shadows in her room in an
“ Granny, if you have anything to do with this, I ’ ll never forgive you, ” she spouted, punching the pillow again in an effort to fluff it up enough to smother her face. Maybe she ’ d accidentally suffocate and therefore be put out of her misery—and end the agonizing ache to break the rules, as well as the impossible quest to teach Ryan Chappelle to love.
To love? How could she ever discuss love with him, when all she could think about each and every time she looked at him was jumping his bones? And even if he were alive and kicking, she ’ d be damned if she let that desire take over. The guy was too dang cocky and needed to be brought down a notch or ten. The thing was, his cockiness was evidently well-deserved. She still could hear his words so clearly, delivered with that delicious Southern drawl.
Does it bother you that I ’ ve helped quite a few women achieve earth-shattering orgasms over the past fourteen months? No, the fact that he ’ d helped other women didn ’ t bother her. The fact that he hadn ’ t helped her was another story. Why hadn ’ t he? She could only imagine the words he whispered in the ears of those lucky females. All that intoxicating Southern charm bestowing comments that could probably make a woman ’ s toes curl without so much as a touch of his finger.
But he touched, too; he said so.
She jerked her head to the other side to view the clock, declaring that 3:00 a.m. had now come and gone. Super. At least it was Saturday, and she didn ’ t have to be at the salon until eleven. However, at this rate, she ’ d still be watching the water drip down the glass when it was time to get up. She envisioned Ryan ’ s big, bold body, standing in the middle of the rain, with every droplet finding its way down extremely male planes and valleys…and a rod of steel.
Her core quaked. Who was she kidding? She wanted him, wanted what he ’ d given those other women, wanted to hear that sexy voice again.
“ Lower Alabama, ” she whispered, then smiled into the darkness. “ He ’ s gorgeous, has a killer body and loves sex. Did he have to have a sense of humor, too? ” If he were only breathing, he ’ d so go in Jenee ’ s he ’ s-a-keeper category. Monique had never put anyone in that classification, but if she were going to, and if Ryan Chappelle dwelled in the land of the living full-time, he ’ d be there.
A big clap of thunder made her shudder, then a flash of lightning as bright as day split the sky and illuminated the expanse of her room.
Monique swallowed thickly. The rain and wind claimed dominion outside, but an entirely different kind of storm dominated her senses. A storm of lust and desire, an ache that covered her so completely she trembled with need. She needed him, wanted him to do the things to her that he ’ d done with those other women. And, Monique realized, she wanted him to do more, because she didn ’ t want to be like the others. She wanted to stand out. She just wasn ’ t sure how. One thing was certain though—she wanted Ryan Chappelle , right here, right now. And she knew exactly how to get what she wanted.
If you change your mind, just say my name. I ’ ll come. And so will you .
Okay, so she wasn ’ t going to bring him down a notch or ten, yet. But could she help it? She wanted to come, and right now, she didn ’ t want to come with anyone but Ryan Chappelle .
She placed her hand between the mesh triangles covering her breasts, and the mad beating of her heart pulsed against her fingertips. Could she really do this? With a ghost? And could she do it without breaking any rules? She swallowed, licked her lips and decided to find out.
“ Ryan. ”
Monique waited a heartbeat, then two. She listened for his voice, focused on the shadows in her room in an
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