Free Animal Attraction by Tracy St. John

librarian’s desk. Dan sat there, reading in a pose
that had become familiar since my arrival among the dead eleven
months ago. He leaned back in the leather chair, his dark hair
mussed, cheek propped against his fist. His sensible loafers
propped on the wooden desk with its old fashioned stamp, a
pull-chain lamp, a couple of steel-tipped fountain pens, and a
scattering of books.
    He noticed me coming his way. His feet hit
the floor with a thump and he put the book down on the desk. As
soon as his hand left it, it disappeared. Books and supplies not
minded constantly put themselves away. It was a pain in the rear
when one had to stop reading in the middle of a passage, but we’ve
gotten used to it.
    The smile crinkling Dan’s rugged face was all
the welcome I needed, but he said, “Hi,” anyway.
    I skipped around the desk and slid into his
lap. “Hi.” The next instant I covered that handsome mug with
kisses.
    I usually celebrated being back to me by
jumping Dan’s bones. My libido hummed along quite nicely already.
Dan laughed at my exuberance and enjoyed the attention for about a
minute before pushing me back a little to slow me down.
    “Good morning to you too,” he grinned.
    I felt plenty of interest rising within his
khakis and wriggled my damp crotch against him. “All mornings are
good,” I said. It was nice to feel him in the flesh once more.
    Darn the man, he insisted on business first.
“What was up with Tristan?”
    I gave him another kiss to reward him for
giving me my privacy with his former rival. “Not much, actually. He
offered an apology for being a buttwipe.”
    “Buttwipe?” Dan laughed. Since I abhorred
profanity, he found my workaround potty language amusing. I say
it’s better to be ridiculous than crude.
    I ignored the humor. “He promised to make the
clutch treat me less plague-y. And he said he’d do better
himself.”
    “Do you think he’s sincere?” Dan stroked a
lock of my hair that had fallen over one breast.
    I shivered at the slight contact. “Who knows
anymore? I sure don’t. Maybe he was being nice to get me to agree
to go to the commission meeting tonight. That seemed to be his
biggest concern.”
    Dan nodded. “The norms have noticed
Patricia’s extended absence. There is gossip.”
    I rolled my eyes. “There is always gossip.
People have nothing better to do than mind everyone else’s business
in this town. I said I would go and glare at anyone who needed
it.”
    Dan gave me a wink. “Keep the red out of your
eyes and the fangs out of your mouth.”
    I’d had enough conversation. “How about
putting the you into me?”
    He snorted. “Do you call that a
seduction?”
    I grinned. Despite the nonchalant attitude he
gave me, I felt Dan’s avid interest twitching under my pussy.
    I slid down his legs to end up kneeling on
the floor. “No, I call this a seduction.”
    With that, I wished my dress away. Being a
ghost was handy in that respect. I spread my folded legs wide,
exposing my pussy. At the same time, I laced my fingers behind my
neck and held my elbows out, my shoulders pulled back to lift my
breasts like an offering. I cast my eyes to the floor between Dan’s
feet.
    “How may I serve you, Sir?” I asked in my
most submissive tone.
    Dan’s happy sigh warmed me from head to toe.
Other things warmed when I saw him opening his fly. I kept my gaze
glued to the floor, but my peripheral vision didn’t miss the
mouthwatering vision of hard and ready cock bobbing free.
    “Hands behind your back. Put that pretty
mouth to work, baby girl,” came the husky voice of my master.
    We were ghosts, but our memories held
everything we needed to make good stuff happen. I was delighted to
see a pearlescent drop had already formed on the tip of Dan’s
shaft. I licked salty, musky goodness, moaning my pleasure at the
gift.
    I licked all over the velvety smooth head of
him, tracing dips and ridges with the tip of my tongue. Heavens, he
tasted delicious. One of his hands