“And there I was, the jaded fucker thinking this ghost tour would be boring. You've certainly proven me wrong,” he drawls as I reach out to slap him playfully on the shoulder. Pax helps me to my feet, even fixes my panties for me—although he cops several feels as he does it. Asshole. But he's revved my body into a sinuous, purring creature that just wants to be touch-touch-touched again. I wish he'd keep going. “You're a professional fucking lothario, aren't you?” I ask slyly, but Paxton just curls his arm around my waist and yanks me close, putting his lips right up against my ear. “Just a
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