October Ghosts (A Southern Romance Monthly) by CJ Hockenberry Page B

arms and kissed her hair.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    Matt's phone woke him, but he didn't know where it was.
    Hang on…he wasn't really sure where he was.  
    Someone sighed beside him and he smelled something spicy and sweet. Chloe.  
    Memories of their lovemaking brought a broad smile to his lips and he sought her out in the semi-darkness.  
    Darkness.  
    Crap!  
    Sitting up, he looked around for a clock or something, and then got off the bed to find his jeans and his phone. He bumped into something hard with his toe and managed a few colorful metaphors.  
    A light came on, illuminating a dresser. "Did you see that?" He said as he took in the Goddess sitting up in the bed. "This piece of furniture jumped out to kick me in the foot."  
    Her laughter filled the room as his phone stopped ringing. "Are you okay?"
    "Yeah…just looking for my jeans." He limped around the bed toward the pile of clothing on the other side. There he spotted his jeans and dug his phone out. "Uh oh." Seven missed calls from Margo and three from Phil. "I think I'm late."  
    "What time is it?"  
    Matt looked past his phone at Chloe. She was so beautiful, sitting up from the tangle of sheets. Her breasts peaked out from her hair. All he wanted to do was jump back into bed with her and explore her body again, and again. But he was getting paid to be at the Barrett House. "It's nearly seven. I was supposed to be there at six. With you."  
    "Then I'm getting a shower." She slipped out of the bed and he couldn't help himself. He tossed the phone on the bed and pulled her to him. She was warm and soft against his skin. He looked down at her mounding breasts on his chest and felt himself rise to the occasion once again. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed another kiss to her lips and she responded, suckling on his tongue as he hesitantly probed her mouth. Her teeth raked across his lower lip and he shuddered at the thought of that mouth covering his entire body.  
    "We need a shower," she said in his ear, even as she grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand. "And you need some cold water."  
    "But…"  
    "We can come back here after the run through. I can make us some dinner and then we can…" she pulled back and looked at him with those beautiful, soulful eyes. "Watch some TV?"
    "Is that code?"
    She kissed his chin. "It can be whatever you want it to be. But right now, I'm getting clean. I don't want to arrive smelling like sex. Call your people and then join me." She kissed him again and pulled at his lower lip as she pulled away. He watched her walk nude into a door across from her bed, amazed at the twitch and wiggle her beautiful heart-shaped bottom made. She was a perfect hourglass, the inspiration for the shape of a guitar.  
    Chloe disappeared and he looked down at himself. "You need to control yourself, dude," he muttered as he sat on the bed and picked up the phone.  
    Just as he touched the surface to return a call, Margo called in. He answered it. "Yello."  
    "Where the hell have you been?!"
    Matt held the phone out from his ear and looked at the bathroom door. It was cracked open and steam billowed out. He wanted to be in that shower with Chloe, soaping up that incredible body. "And have you had a nice evening Margo?"  
    "Cut the crap. Where are you?"
    He looked around. "I have no idea. But I like wherever it is. Don't worry. I'll be there in half an hour. Is everything set up?"  
    "You were supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago. What the hell's wrong with you? You're never late. Have you talked to Chloe?"  
    "Yeah, I've talked to her." He pursed his lips. "She's going to drive us both out there."  
    "She's going to drive—" Margo went quiet for a few seconds.  
    Matt frowned. "Margo?"
    "You've been with her."  
    "Yeah. She was upset at that little recording infringement you did, and I was pissed too. So we left and I've been getting to know her a little better."  
    "Getting to know her," Margo's voice took on a slight