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virgin,” he laughed. I kissed his nose
where tiny caramel-colored freckles dotted his skin.
    “I don’t want to die a Sean virgin,” I said, rubbing his
cock through his jeans. My heart beat so hard I felt lightheaded and I
wondered, was that black smoked licking at our doorknob while we wasted good
living time chitchatting. We could only have moments. I pushed my hand into his
jeans and stroked him.
    “You’re not even a Sean virgin,” he said, but he palmed my
ass with his hand and tugged me to him.
    “Bear with me. Just…go with it. I don’t want to die this
close to a sexy guy I think I could really like without giving it one more go.
One more slap and tickle, one more roll in the hay, one more
chitty-chitty-bang-me,” I said and licked his chin.
    “Christ,” he said and took the rubber from me. We were
clumsy and rushed and frantic, adrenaline will do that to you. Soon enough
though, he had me wedged in the corner and his mouth was hot on mine.
    “Just once more before I die,” I said and opened my mouth
when he licked his tongue over my lips. He kissed me hard and said, “You are
not going to die.”
    “Just in case, then?” I said.
    “Just in case.” Sean slipped into me slowly, pinning my arms
on either side of my head, the backs of my hands rubbing the ugly,
rough-textured wallpaper.
    I hooked my leg to his lean hip and let him in, thrusting my
hips up to take him deep. “One of these days you’ll have to actually lay me
down and take me on a bed,” I said. “Or a sofa…hell, on the grass.”
    He smiled, his teeth bright and shiny in the gloomy, tiny
room. “Promise.” He thrust hard and my feet lifted almost off the floor. My
tippytoes kept purchase on the tiles. Outside something banged and my heart
jumped. “Hurry, make me come! He’s going to kill us.”
    He shook his head and gritted his teeth. “No pressure
there.”
    I leaned in and bit his nipple and Sean stilled, growled and
then surged forward, trapping me in place with his harsh movements. His thumb
found my clit and he pressed and rubbed until I said, “Whoa,” and came in a
rush of wetness and adrenaline and a lust to live.
    He came saying harshly, “Biting is cheating.”
    “You seemed the kind who might um—”
    “What?” We were putting ourselves together as something fell
overhead. Someone or something on the floor above us had taken a fall.
    “Like it. Get off on that little jolt of pain.”
    I couldn’t quite catch my breath but in a good way. Better
from orgasm than terror.
    I zipped my jeans and fluffed my hair, as if that mattered,
when someone knocked. “Um, hello in there?”
    Roxy.
    “Jesus,” I said. “This is getting to be a habit with her.”
    “At least she’s alive,” Sean said and unlocked the door.
    “God, make me feel bad!” I said and he grinned. We opened
the door and let her in.
    She pressed her back to the door. “Boy, you two seem to find
fear an aphrodisiac.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Now, tell us. Why is this kid—the boy
spirit—in the box? How the hell did that happen?”
    “Interesting story,” she said and pulled a bottle of vodka
from the folds of her skirt. “Nip?”
    “Hell, you’ll be lucky to get it back,” I said and took a
swig.

Chapter Three
     
    “There was a great commotion in the house for years after
his death. His mother was so fearful she tried to sell the house but he’d act
up worse when folks would come to look. Finally she called in supernatural help
and had him bound in the box. She tried every religion she could think of
before finally finding a voodoo doctor who managed to lock him up tight.”
    “Gee,” I breathed. “Not too creepy.”
    “We have a brief respite,” Roxy said. “He’s taking a break.”
    “Great, let’s haul ass,” I said and grabbed Sean’s hand.
    “The house is still sealed,” she said, shaking her head so
her pseudo dreadlocks swayed around her plump face.
    I frowned. “How?”
    She shrugged. “This is the