Free The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant by Vivi Andrews Page A

his hands roaming every inch of the way, until she was spread before him in only her pale blue panties.
    Girl-next-door panties. Lucy felt a twinge of nervousness, as if he would suddenly realize that she wasn’t a sex goddess and walk away, but she needn’t have worried. Jake fell on her, his mouth hot on hers, and Lucy wallowed in the heat of his skin.
    He was so warm . She wrapped her legs around his, enjoying the rasp of his denim against her sensitized skin as she burrowed into his heat. She felt his pulse pounding hard against her, vibrating through his chest and into her. He was a living, breathing furnace—both the pulse and the heat vastly different from the men she usually spent the night with.
    His long fingers slid beneath the fabric of her blue girl-next-door panties and Lucy emitted a thoroughly un-sex-goddess-like squeak and pressed herself up into his touch. Jake scraped his teeth against the side of her neck and worked his hand deeper.
    “Whoa, baby! Free show!”
    Lucy jolted and Jake froze over her. She peered past his shoulder to where the nasal voice had come from and saw the vague, mostly-transparent form of a ghost hovering over the bed.
    “You want a hand there, stud?” the ghost asked, his shimmering form giving the slight impression of a lecherous leer. “I’ve always wanted to try a threesome. Of course, I thought it would be me and two chicks, but beggars can’t be choosers, am I right, champ?” The ghost drifted closer. “I bet I can make your lady scream.”
    Lucy did in fact scream. In frustration.
    “I thought they only showed up at night,” Jake growled, shifting his body to more completely conceal her from the ghost’s view.
    “Usually at night,” Lucy corrected, all but whimpering. “But they pretty much show up whenever the hell they want.”
    The ghost suddenly appeared on the pillow beside her. “Hey, baby, you wanna feel what a real man can do for you?”
    Lucy was used to such lines. She just rolled her eyes and tried to think how she could get her clothes without giving the ghost a show and transcend the little punk as quickly as possible so she could get back to Jake. They had been so close . Dammit.
    Jake, however, was not used to ghosts hitting on her. And he definitely wasn’t used to ghosts crawling into bed with her. He reared back as much as he could without exposing Lucy and pinned the ghost with a look of pure violence.
    “Listen, Casper, you may be dead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you suffer. If you even think about laying one ghostly finger on this woman, I will perform an exorcism on your ass so fast it will make your god-damn hornball head spin. You get me? Now, get the fuck out and don’t come back unless you want to see what hell looks like.”
    “Jake, he can’t—” Lucy began, but broke off when the ghost yipped in terror and made a beeline for the closet door, flying directly through it. Through the link, Lucy could feel him cowering on the floor among her shoes, but at the moment, she really didn’t care.
    Jake groaned and dropped his head down beside hers on the bed. “Lucy, we have got to do something about these ghosts who are attracted to you. There must be something we can do to keep the horny loser set from barging in on us.”
    “There is,” Lucy said, tipping her hips up against his. “Make me come.”
    Jake looked her straight in the eye and growled, “Done.”
    He whipped off her panties, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and bent to lick into her. Lucy’s toes curled, her back arched, and she jaggedly screamed his name as she came from the first unbearably perfect touch of his mouth, but he wasn’t done yet. He bit and licked, stroked and teased, working her higher until she shattered a second time, digging her heels into his back and keening senselessly.
    When she could speak again, she panted his name and he looked up. “Inside me,” she managed to gasp. “Need you.”
    Jake beat the speed record for