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The waistband of his boxers ended up around his ankles under her guidance. Then she lowered her face.
    He moaned again when her lips surrounded his head. He hadn’t expected a blow job, especially from her. Maybe he had misjudged her all these years.
    Her tongue flickered over the tip of his cock, and he pushed her head lower so she could take all of it into her hot mouth. She began to bob up and down along his shaft like a piston, slowly increasing her speed while her tongue danced around the base. Her cheeks sucked in, and he found himself on the verge of climax within a few minutes.
    His balls tightened, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He wanted this to last as long as possible. She must have sensed how close he was because she slowed her movements. He wound his fingers in her soft hair, urging her to continue. “Don’t stop.”
    She laughed low in her throat and continued to tease him with her tongue, licking the length of his cock in long strokes. Then she took all of him in again, and her sucking became more forceful.
    “Oh, God, I’m going to come,” he whispered just before he exploded in her mouth. His muscles unlocked in jerking motions as the jolt of his orgasm spread out from his groin to the tips of his fingers and toes. His mind clouded with pleasure. He forgot about everything but what she was doing to his body.
    She crawled back on the couch and straddled his lap. “How was that?”
    “Magical,” he replied. How long would it take for his legs to start working again? He couldn’t wait to get her upstairs and return the favor.
    “And you seemed so worried—”
    She stopped mid-sentence as the room filled with light, followed by the explosion of every light bulb in the house.
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Ainsley covered her face to protect herself from the flying glass. That will teach me not to pass judgment too early.
    “Holy shit! What was that?”
    “Probably just a power surge,” she lied. The last thing she wanted was to freak him out and not finish what they started.
    “Then why would all the lights come on at once? Last time I checked, power surges didn’t flip light switches.” He tossed her off his lap and pulled up his shorts.
    She reached for the small flashlight on her belt and checked the EMF meter. The readings were relatively low and remained stable as she walked around the room. Glass crunched under her shoes, but whatever had caused the incident had left the area. “Here’s to hoping something shows up on the video or the digital recorder.”
    “Ainsley, if you’re playing some sort of game…” The growl in his voice faded as he left the threat open.
    She looked up. His dark expression made her gut clench. “This is your house. Are you in charge, or are you going to let some spirit boss you around and keep you from enjoying your life?” His scowl softened, and she gave him a few seconds to consider her words before she added, “This is a battle of wills. You need to take control of this situation.”
    “And how do you suggest we do that?”
    “We?”
    He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I figured you’d help me.”
    Her mind warred with her heart. She should just walk away now. She had more than enough evidence. But now he was asking her for help—begging almost. If only he was begging her to do something else.
    She sighed and rubbed her arms. The air dropped several degrees around her, and she sensed the presence of the ghost in the room with them. “What do you have in mind?”
    He shrugged. “I was hoping you would know what to do.”
    The dim light made it difficult to read his expression, but his voice suggested he had a few ideas of his own. He was just waiting for her to voice them.
    “You need to show the spirit you’re not going to let it interfere with your life. Do what you want to do. Tell it to piss off, if you want.” She stepped close enough to him to feel the warmth of his body.