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strength of a finger,
only his tongue, lips, and the outline of a chin, all hot, licking and sucking,
as though they might never get to taste a woman again.
    Her
hips rose even higher as she went on her tip-toes and her free hand wound in
the sheet beside her ass. She could feel her orgasm building, stoking like a
volcano, and everything he was doing was going to make her explode – his chin
pushing in, his lips sucking hard and his hot tongue dancing across her clit,
writing in letters of flame.
    She
shuddered, hips bobbing, and she screamed as she came. His mouth followed her,
sucking her last juices out as her orgasm flowed through her, leaving her
moaning on the bed.
    Time
stopped, or felt like it did. Daphne let go of the sheets slowly, feeling as
wrung out as she had made them.
    “Ghost?”
she tried out the unfamiliar term. Was ghost really what you called someone
who’d just given you what you’d wanted so thoroughly?
    There
was no response. No feeling of heat, no sensation of otherness. The space between
her legs was cooling now without his presence there.
    Daphne
sat up, supporting herself on both arms and looked down. Her skirt was as
disheveled as she was. Was that – had that – been real? How could it have been?
But – it was. She’d felt it. She’d felt him .
    She
pulled her legs up on the bed with her and curled up. The philosophical
questions she could ask herself took second place to the fact that she was
completely satisfied now, in a way she hadn’t been since Richard’d left, and
without undressing she slept.
     
    Daphne
woke at six AM the next morning. All that’d come before felt like a dream – but
she was still in this house, and still in her clothes. And the memory of last
night rushed back – her inviting the ghost in, and then letting him have his
way with her – she shook her head. It hadn’t felt like cheating at the time,
and there was no proof it’d even happened, yet it left a bitter residue.
    She
stumbled through the empty house to the landline phone downstairs and dialed
Richard’s cell. She’d tell him what’d happened and he wouldn’t believe her,
he’d tell her she’d been dreaming, and that would be that. Her conscience
wouldn’t be completely clean, but it would be freshly laundered.
    She
picked up the old fashioned phone and dialed and sank down to sit with her back
against the wall, waiting for her long distance call to go through.
    “Hello?”
answered a woman on the far end of the line.
    “Hello?”
Daphne said, much more sharply. “Who is this?”
    A
moment of hesitation, and then, “This is Richard’s secretary.”
    After
last night, Daphne was sure of very little in this world – other than the fact
that that woman was not her husband’s secretary.
    “Who
is this?” the other woman asked her.
    “This
is Richard’s wife. Put him on the phone. Immediately.”
    There
was a pause and she heard voices in the background, before Richard picked up.
“Pet – how are you? What time is it there? Is everything okay?”
    Daphne
licked her lips in thought. “Everything’s fine. I just wanted to hear your
voice was all. What time is it there? Where is there?”
    “Tokyo.
It’s 3 PM. You managed to catch me in between meetings.”
    “You
and your secretary,” she said, clinically.
    “The
banks here always provide you with clerical staff, yes. Never know when you’re
going to need to write an urgent memo.”
    “Of
course.” Sound reasonable, Daphne. Don’t let anything on.
    “So
–“ She could hear the hesitance in Richard’s voice, not wanting to own up to
being caught if he didn’t have to. “Everything is fine?”
    She
swallowed. “Yes. I just thought you should know how much I love our new house.”
    “I’m
so glad. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done to the bedroom,” he said in a
voice that sounded like he thought he was off the hook.
    He
was – but only for now. “I can’t wait to show you. When are you coming