The Old Star
She was looking for new office space...but it found her…what’s hidden in this spooky place?
When Cathy Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house. Someone watches from the third floor window.
Cathy applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.
Erotic paranormal romance, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.
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Owen heard the door to the room open and spun around.
Cathy walked in, hesitantly.
Owen strode to her, so pleased to see her, he couldn’t stop a huge smile forming on his face. “Cathy, I hoped I’d see you before you left. How did it go with the locksmith, all fixed?” He stopped close to her and looked into her eyes. ‘She’s very pretty. I’d like to get a kiss from her today.’
“Curiously, the locksmith told me there’s nothing wrong and the lock is new. He thinks that I haven’t been locking it properly, but I know I have.” She frowned.
Owen felt like kissing the frown away, or at least smoothing it away with his thumb. He smiled. “What about Alfred Parr has he had trouble with it?” Owen was just interested in keeping Cathy talking and close, but he’d sparked something in her mind.
She widened her eyes. “Hey, that’s true. When I first came here, I closed the door behind me after finding it ajar. It locked of course and stayed locked because Alfred used a key to get in and find me already here. That was the same today … weirdly the door was locked okay when the locksmith arrived…”
Owen watched her consider this. He desperately wanted to establish something between them to make her want to see him the next day. Ordinarily he’d ask a girl out, but he couldn’t do that could he? He launched into flirting.
“You have such lovely eyes, Cathy. I hope that’s okay to say. When you frowned I felt like smoothing it away.” He gave her a practiced look laden with promise.
Cathy gazed at him.
Her eyes betrayed her. He could touch her and she’d accept it. He took a deep breath and slowly put out his hand to hold her face. He smoothed the place a frown had been.
“I guess you have someone in your life waiting for you to get home. You wouldn’t want to stay a while and talk to me about your plans for the place.” He kept his voice low and looked at her lips. It was no hardship. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He bent his head to be even closer to her as she stayed there stilled under his hand and his gaze.
‘She has to be attracted to me. She has to be, or she’d have shaken off my touch and be backing away.’
“I don’t have anyone, special that is. I’d like to stay a while.”
Owen moved so slowly he felt as if he’d entered some dream state, but he reached her lips with his, and holding her face gently, he kissed her. Her lips were soft and she returned his kiss. It felt so good he couldn’t pull away as he intended. He brought his other hand to her head and ran his fingers into her hair to hold her. He kissed her until he felt weakened. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he liked it. His cock was hardening. That felt good, too.
He drew back a little from Cathy’s face to look into her eyes. He saw her open them.
“Cathy I … I...” He had no idea what he wanted to say next. The need to keep kissing her ate at him.
She smiled a little and then put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.
Owen received the kisses all over his face, and then as she reached his lips, he crushed her to his body and took over the kiss. He licked along the seam of her lips, and then bit the bottom one softly as she opened her mouth for him. A spike of desire tore through his body and completed his erection as he slid his tongue against hers. He ground his hard cock against her and moved his hands to cup her ass keeping her there. She wasn’t fighting. She was moving in little thrusts against him and it felt incredible. As he left her lips to kiss down her neck he vaguely thought, ‘This feels so fucking good … I don’t remember ever feeling so turned on.’
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