I cleared my throat and shifted in my chair. I was still all kinds of deliciously sore. Only the memories of the things we did weren’t that easy to escape-Danny’s mouth marking my skin, his cock buried deep in my ass. He caught me staring and raised one dark eyebrow. All that was missing was a motorcycle jacket and helmet. He hadn’t bothered to shave, and his strong jaw was dark with stubble.
He was clad in some dark denim that made his ass look fantastic, scuffed black military boots, and a soft blue shirt that almost exactly matched his eyes. If his lieutenant saw him, he was sure to get an earful. Since we had sex, it was like someone had flipped a switch and that’s all I could think about. I spun around in Danny’s beat-up office chair, waited for the computer to boot, and watched him bustle around, getting ready to leave. Along with ghosts, Danny and I also weren’t talking about getting tipsy and me letting him fuck me. Explaining to one more person that I saw ghosts? Not on my agenda. I could handle a couple of odd looks from Tabitha and a wide berth from Gonzalez. I liked to call it the “let’s just forget about whatever weirdness happened yesterday” vibe. THERE WAS a new energy around the team that next morning.
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