Harper sat frozen in the center of the massive four-poster bed, her heart hammering like a drum solo in her chest. The flashlight lay dead beside her, and the room was bathed only in pale moonlight filtering through cracked windows.
“Okay, ghosts,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady and dripping with sarcasm even as invisible hands continued their bold exploration of her body. “If you’re going to feel me up like this, at least buy me dinner first. I have standards. I’m not a cheap haunt.”
A rich chuckle echoed around the room, three different masculine voices, all deeply amused and far too real.
One of the presences, clearly the boldest, slid his fingers higher under her shorts and brushed directly over her panties, pressing firmly against her swollen c**t through the soaked fab
