Free The Haunting (Immortals) by Robin T. Popp

before she moved to stop him, cupping his groin with her hand. Mesmerized by the way she touched him, he couldn’t look away from their reflection in the mirror. Not even when she unzipped his pants and palmed his length could he look away.
    The muscles of his legs trembled in anticipation as she knelt before him. When she took him into her mouth, he thought he might spill his seed there and then.
    Fighting for control, he barely suppressed the groan rumbling deep in his chest. Part of him wanted to close his eyes so he could focus on the feel of her around him, but knew he didn’t dare.
    He placed his hand against the back of her head to hold her in place. “So good,” he moaned.
    “I beg your pardon?”
    Her clipped tone tore his attention away from the mirror and the illusion the genie was showing him. Will tried to focus on the woman still standing beside the table and recall what she’d been saying during his lapse of attention. “You don’t want me coming into your place when you’re not home,” he summarized. “Got it.”
    She nodded and Will, receiving no encouragement to stay, picked up his toolbox and headed for the door.
    “I hope you have a great evening,” he said, infusing his voice with warmth and seduction. “And don’t forget to call me if there’s…anything…I can do.”
    She gave him a weak smile, no doubt overcome with emotion, and closed the door as soon as he stepped out. He knew that she watched him through the peephole and decided to gift her with a show. Setting down the toolbox, he stretched his arms and back, flexing them the way he’d seen bodybuilders do on TV. Then, not wanting to overdo it, he picked up his toolbox and continued down the hall to the elevator.
    He couldn’t help thinking he’d made great progress with her. It wouldn’t be long before there’d be no need for her to hide her interest.
    As he walked past apartment 14-A, he remembered getting a call about the broken closet door. He glanced at his watch. Just after four. He’d go see what the problem was. Maybe the door was simply off its tracks, in which case it wouldn’t take long to fix. He hoped the older sister wasn’t home. Whenever he came over to fix anything while she was there, she stood around and glared at him. It made him uneasy.
    He knocked on the door and waited. He was pleasantly surprised when Sarah answered.
    “Hi, Sarah,” he greeted her warmly, all the while trying to see past her into the room. “How are you?”
    “Oh, hi. Did you get our message about the door?”
    “Sure did. That’s why I’m here.”
    “Oh, right. Well, Jenna’s not home right now. Could you come back later?”
    Will glanced at his watch and pretended to consider her request. “Might be a couple of days before I could.” He tried to sound apologetic. “But if you don’t mind waiting…”
    He saw Sarah trying to decide whether Jenna would be more upset that she let him in while alone or about having to wait to get the door fixed.
    Sarah stepped back, apparently having made her decision. “I guess it would be better if we didn’t have to wait.”
    “Whose room?” he asked, stepping inside.
    “Jenna’s.”
    She led him through the main room, passing the table piled high with her college books. Having never been to college himself, he wondered if the rumors about college women were true. Was Sarah the fast and loose kind of woman who didn’t care who she opened her legs for?
    “Sometimes they get stuck open,” she said, breakinginto his thoughts. It took him a second to realize she was talking about the closet doors and not her legs.
    “I can fix that,” he said—and he
was
referring to both.
    Once inside the room, he walked over to the closet. The doors were closed, so he tried sliding them open. They caught in the carpet and refused to move.
    He put a little muscle behind his next attempt and they grudgingly moved. He pulled out his flashlight and played the beam along the top tracks and saw that