Free Ghost Guard 2: Agents of Injustice by J. Joseph Wright Page A

lips.
    She pounced, almost too fast and too sudden for his preternatural reflexes. Almost. He caught her in his capable arms, materializing to full physical and muscular form just as she landed.
    “Perfect timing,” she purred into his ear, noticing how close she’d come to falling straight to the floor. He had her, though, safely in his grasp.
    “For a change,” he kissed her neck and drove a shockwave of electrified bubbles all over her skin. His touch was more than electric. It was intoxicating. And so was his scent. Spicy and masculine and sweetly musky. All the right olfactory pleasure points at the same instant. “All day it seemed we just weren’t on the same page.”
    “I know,” she lowered her gaze in a pious manner. “It was me, I—”
    He put an end to their useless conversation by sealing his mouth over hers. Tenderly yet with the right amount of assertiveness. She felt herself melt into him. The coolness of his spectral flesh soothed her steamy skin. When he slid his hand down her hips and, like a thief, slid them up inside her blouse, she tensed up with tingles, then eased into a relaxed and comfortable groove as he caressed her firm breasts.
    His touch was now warmer, and she responded to his fervor with a languid, loud moan. All of these things drove both Rev and Abby to the height of passion, of deliverance from their existences as solitary beings into the quantum level, where entanglement is real, where two objects can occupy one point in space at the same time.
    Rev whisked her to the door at the end of a small hallway. With no hands, and before they reached it, the door swung open, revealing a decadent scene.
    The room was resplendent with light and sound and scents. In waves of freshness, the sweet smell of the actual flowers wafted toward her. Lavender and sunflowers and violets and roses. Tons of roses. In vases, on the floor, countless pedals floating in the bathtub. Water, steamy and bubbling, ran from the faucet, and when she saw that, she knew what he had done.
    “A bath?” she raised an eyebrow. “You read my mind?”
    “I didn’t need to.”
    She saw through the lie. But she let him get away with it, just because it was all so delicious. He lowered her to the floor and commenced undressing her one article of clothing at a time.
    She felt the warmth of his passion, a strange phenomenon since, usually, ghosts cause a chill. Rev’s heat was a clear indication of his feelings, his desire for Abby. Abby felt it in other ways as well. She felt him in every cell in her body, inside of her and outside of her and in ways inconceivable to the human mind. Unconscionable ecstasy and boundless energy. Rev seemed as if he could go forever. But Abby knew better.
    And then, just as before, when they were on the very same precipice of pleasure two days earlier, Abby squelched it all with one single word.
    “Wait!” she stumbled backward, sitting on the side of the tub.
    “What?” he was steaming. Literally. Overheating caused by their lovemaking. “You can’t be serious!”
    Rev looked around for something to slam his fists into. He chose the mirror above the sink, and it shattered violently. Abby snatched her clothes, hopping back into her underwear, a black thong and matching bra, then her jeans and sweater. All in record time.
    “Oh, come on!” he soured at every item of clothing she put on. “You don’t have to do that. Not after all the work I put into taking them off.”
    “Rev, look at you. You’re like a chimney.”
    “I told you. I can handle it.”
    She shook her head indignantly. “Yeah, but I can’t. Don’t you understand? If I were to lose you it would be awful. But if Ghost Guard loses you, it’d be devastating. We’d never be able to exist without you. And if we don’t exist, things get a whole lot worse out there for ghosts.”
    She moved close to Rev as his clothing materialized. A different outfit, but no less ritzy. He was hovering, his legs nonexistent below