Chapter Eight

THE DUCHESS

Karma angrily banging on the wall that separated our rooms told me that yup, she indeed did hear that. I could apologise, but I’m not going to. I chuckled as I rolled off Ghost, groaning as he slipped out of me.

“She heard then, huh,” Ghost laughed, pulling me against his side so my head ended up on his chest.

“Apparently so,” I snorted. “Could be worse, she’s made a point of fucking someone against that wall before just because she knew I’d hear it.” I smirked. “At least we made it to the bed before you had me screaming your name.”

He gave me that smirk I’d always loved when I was younger, and now we’d both grown up a bit… oh, it made me feel things.

Ghost leaned over me, that smirk still pulling at the corners of his lips. Before I could say anything at all, his mouth crashed into mine, his hands pressing my hands into the mattress by my head. He licked my bottom lip, demanding I give in to him, and he groaned when I did, adjusting himself so his very hard length was pre