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“I’m not easily scared. And if I get some more evidence…” She stroked his cheek and tilted her head to the side.
    She gave him an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He lowered his head. Her soft lips yielded to his, and the taste of her cherry lip balm filled his senses as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly and then started kissing him back. Her tongue danced circles around his, teasing him, coaxing him deeper into the kiss.
    When she finally pushed him away, he needed to adjust his shorts. His pulse pounded through his body. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
    “I’m almost thirty, Remy. I’m not completely inexperienced.”
    He was dying to find out what else she could do with her tongue. “How is this supposed to provoke the ghost?”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he braced his hands on her hips to keep her from rubbing against his erection and driving him over the edge. “I’m betting you have a jealous female here, and I’m willing to get to the bottom of it.”
    “Whatever it takes?” This was definitely getting interesting.
    She nodded. “No strings attached.”
    It kept getting better and better. The prospect of hot sex and no commitments afterwards excited him. What could be better than that?
    But as she reclined on the couch and beckoned him to her, his heart did a flip-flop. This was Ainsley. He couldn’t use her for sex, no matter how willing she was. “I’m not completely comfortable with this.”
    “Why?”
    He sat on the edge of the cushion on the opposite side. Talk about role reversal. Now he was feeling like the prickly one. “Because it’s you.”
    A wrinkle puckered between her brows. “And what is that supposed to mean? You seemed pretty interested in me a few minutes ago. Did you suddenly develop a conscience?”
    That felt like a slap in the face. “You’re not the type of girl I usually bring home with me.”
    “I’m too boring, right?” She sighed and rolled her eyes.
    “No, but I got carried away back in the kitchen, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You think you could hurt me any more than I’ve already been hurt in the past?” She twirled her hair around her finger. “I’m still trying to figure out what the downside is to this.”
    His desire resurged. It was getting more difficult to resist her, and his cock grew harder from the thought of her lying underneath him. But he was more worried about what would happen after tonight. This wasn’t some bimbo he could fuck and forget. He would continue to run into her as long as she remained friends with his sister.
    She crawled towards him and rubbed her hand along his thigh. “Remy, Remy, why are you being so difficult?” Her fingers brushed the bulge in his crotch, and sweat slicked his palms. “It’s obvious you want me.”
    He grabbed her hand to put a hold on her torment, and she gasped. “Ains, what are you doing?”
    Her smoky eyes clouded, and she leaned forward to nibble on his ear. “Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
    “Is this little Ainsley talking, or my jealous ghost?” He held her chin and stared at her wet lips.
    “Ainsley’s grown up now,” she said in a husky voice that made his breath catch. “And she finally has the courage to go after the quarterback.”
    Her fingers fumbled for the zipper on his shorts, and the sounded of it being lowered filled the silence. Her hand reached into his boxers and caressed his balls. He moaned, savoring her touch. She watched his reaction with a smile on her face.
    His resolved crumbled, and he kissed her again. His tongue explored her mouth while her hand continued to stroke him. Dear God, she felt so good.
    She broke away, and he liked that she sounded slightly breathless. “Do you want me to stop?”
    He didn’t trust his voice, so he shook his head. He wanted this to go further.
    “Good.” She bit her lip, and her grey eyes danced with mischief. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of him.