Page 13 of Guarding the Billionaire

I moved the toy up and down my labia before slipping inside. I bit my lip, trying not to moan as I moved the head of the vibrator upwards, circling my clit. I was so ramped up already, it wasn’t going to take much to get myself off.

Closing my eyes, I pictured the moment in my dressing room earlier when Teresa looked like she was trying to decide whether to kill me or kiss me. I remembered those intense blue eyes, and the way her plump lips had reddened as her fangs descended. Then I imagined her tossing me on the floor of the dressing room and using those fangs to tease my nipples and clit.

“Ah!” I gasped softly as my body started to tighten. “Teresa!”

My orgasm hit me harder than usual, making me shake wildly on the bed while I continued teasing myself with the vibrator. By the time I switched it off, I was drenched in sweat and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I stayed still, waiting for my body to calm before I finally put away the toy and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Teresa

“Teresa!”

My mate’s voice gasped my name, drowning out the low hum of the vibrator she was using. I sighed, pulling my pillow over my head in a vain attempt to drown out the noise. Damn this supernatural hearing!

This was torture. Pure torture. And I said that as a person who’d been tortured for three days once when I got captured during a covert military operation. Then again, part of me was happy to know for sure that Flora was as attracted to me as I was to her, even if we could never act on it.

The buzzing stopped, telling me that she was finished with her self-gratification session. Thank the goddess that it had been relatively brief.

I wiggled on the bed, tempted to give myself a little relief of my own, but resisting on general principle. I was here as personal protection, not to fantasize about my client. Except for the inconvenient fact that my client was also my fated mate. I wondered if there was something in the water at work. One by one we’d all found our fated mates, and much to Lois’s annoyance, every single time it was someone we were supposed to be protecting.

I thought back to when my coworker and friend Angie fell in love with Suzie. Like Flora, Suzie was as opposite as could be from my vampire buddy. And of course I’d had a front row seat when Martha fell for Emily, another unlikely couple. Damn it, I needed advice, and since Martha was on her honeymoon, I was going to need to talk to Angie.

Me:Hey.

Angie:What’s wrong?

Me:Nothing’s wrong. Why?

Angie:You’re not a person who texts ‘hey’. You’re a very business-like texter. Unless you were texting a hook-up and you picked my number by accident?

Me:Never mind.

Angie:Tell me.

Me:Promise not to tell anyone?

Angie:Of course.

Me:I think I found my mate.

Angie:OMG that’s awesome. Suzie says congratulations!

Me:Remember the part where you just promised not to tell anyone?

Angie:Suzie doesn’t count. She’s my mate, I can’t keep secrets from her. Where did you meet your mate? At the wedding?

Me:No, I’m on assignment.

Angie:Your mate is your client? Lois is going to be pissed that this happened again.

Me:I have a question. How did you know?

Angie:That Suzie was my mate? As soon as I locked eyes with her, my vampire was going crazy. Every time anyone came near her, like those damned bears, I wanted to gut them like a fish. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Me:My mate is… not what I expected. She’s nothing like the person I pictured spending the rest of my life with.

Angie:Do you think I planned on spending my life with a cupcake baker who wears dresses with cartoon pastries? No I did not. But fate is never wrong. This woman is perfect for you, you just need to figure out why.

Me:She’s a high maintenance billionaire CEO who gives herself facials and watches some show about a teenager vampire slayer. We couldn’t be more different.

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