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impressive size. Her sex tingled and she felt her juices flow beneath the yards of crinoline. Studying his handsome face, Toni noticed a slight, almost imperceptible jerk of his chin, then felt the hem of her dress rise up of its own accord. He reached underneath the fabric, grasped her ass with both hands, then squeezed hard. She laced her fingers behind his neck and he yanked her against him a moment before his hot lips engulfed hers. White hot desire flashed through Toni’s body. Her attention was divided between the strong fingers digging into her backside and the warm, wet tongue plunging into her mouth. In a confusing instant, another set of hands roughly crushed her breasts and fingers plunged into her pussy.
    Toni jerked her head to the side. “Who else is here?” she cried.
    Kip stared down at her and she could see flashes of light pulse out from his blue eyes. He opened his mouth wide and laughed. The sound of it was deafening. When she began to tremble, his expression softened. “Shh…shh…shh,” he soothed. “Nobody—and nothing—else is here, baby. It’s just you and me.”
    “But the other… I felt other—”
    “It’s all me, baby. Everything I ever did in life—everything I’ve thought about doing since—now I can do it all at once. There are no rules on this side, sweetheart.”
    The prospect thrilled and terrified her. When she looked into his eyes again she saw all-consuming lust—and something else—something almost menacing. He winked as if to placate her. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time and I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget.”
    The instinct to flee was almost overwhelming, but in an instant he was upon her and countless hands and lips teased her towards unimaginable ecstasy.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bridget was jolted awake. It took a moment for her to get her bearings and remember that she was in a hotel room. The frantic pounding had woken Mike too and he stood beside the bed pulling on his boxers.
    “Open the fucking door!” came a man’s panicked voice from the hallway.
    Bridget’s gaze met Mike’s. “That’s Thomas!”
    Bridget pulled on her robe an instant before Thomas burst into the room.
    “Where is she?” he demanded.
    “Who? Toni?” Mike asked.
    “Yes, God damn it—Toni! Where is she?” Thomas said.
    Bridget shook her head. She felt muddled and tried to recall the last few hours. “She, um, she went to bed early—said she was exhausted and…”
    “Well, she’s not in the room,” Thomas said.
    The three hurried into the hallway. The door to Toni’s room was ajar and Thomas’ bags were just inside. Mike ran his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair. “I have no idea, man. Maybe she went to the theatre.”
    “And you let her?” Thomas thundered.
    Bridget laid her hand on Thomas’ arm. “Thomas, you know nobody has to let Toni do anything. It’s no big deal. We’ll get dressed and head down there right now. What are you so worked up about?”
    Thomas jerked away from her. “Did you do any research on that place at all, O’Malley?”
    The anger in his voice stung her. She’d been working with Thomas since the beginning—long before Paranormal Research Team became a hit TV show. And now he was questioning her thoroughness? “I did plenty, Thomas. It’s a standard residual haunting—”
    “Guess again, Red. This thing is intelligent—intelligent and dangerous.”
    What did I miss? she thought.
    “Get dressed. I’ll tell you about it on the way. Come on! We’re wasting time!”
     
    * * * *
     
    The tyres squealed as Thomas gunned the Paranormal Research Team van out of the parking ramp and onto the deserted downtown street.
    “Left at the lights,” Bridget directed, then glanced at Mike in the back seat. He shrugged. She was confused and shaken by Thomas’ demeanour. “Thomas…please. What the hell is going on?”
    Thomas pulled out his cell phone, opened his email programme and passed it to Bridget.