Page 30 of Veiled Vows

“Mm. Anyway, she’s still attached so I can’t kill the fucker, but I hunted him down. I’m the one that did that to his throat.” She lightly taps the picture. “Not even an hour ago. Told him he was on borrowed time and I was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.”

“You did that?” Jasmine, by all accounts, looks more like she spends time shopping and getting her hair done than handling these kinds of situations by herself. Clearly, I’ve misjudged her. “Most people would get their goons to do it.”

“Would you?”

I tilt my head. “If it was my best friend? Probably not.”

“Exactly. Clearly the fucker didn’t think I was serious. His last fucking mistake—ow.” Jasmine lifts one hand to the back of her head and rubs over the sore area as I carefully untangle my hand from her hair.

“Is your friend okay?”

“No.” Jasmine’s attention drops to her lap. “But she will be. I’ll help her. And besides…” Her head lifts and she prods one long finger into my shoulder. “I handle my own problems, thank you very much. Did you think because I’m a woman I would have someone else do it?”

“Not because you’re a woman,” I clarify. “But you’re an heiress. And they don’t typically get their hands dirty. Besides, can’t you just call yourlover boyto handle shit like this?”

Her brows pinch lightly together. “Lover boy?”

“Yeah.” Moving behind the counter, I open the fridge and search for something cold to place against her head. “Whoever it is that you’re in love with, the third person in our soon-to-be marriage?” The closest I can find is a bag of chilled, dried fruit.It’s not perfect, but at this point, anything could help. “Or is he simply too useless to come calling?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jasmine replies.

“Try me.” Turning back to her, all queries about her mysterious lover melt from my mind because suddenly, Jasmine’s lips are pressed against mine. The bag of chilled fruit falls to the floor as I wrap one arm around her waist and draw her in.

It’s a sweet kiss. She tastes like berries with the faintest hint of something artificially sweet, likely from her lip gloss, and when I breathe in, all I get is the warm florals of her perfume and something else underneath. Something sweeter and more natural.

She told me no kissing.

Yet, she’s kissing me.

Is this a way to distract me from asking questions? Because it’s working. If she needs a way to stop me from getting personal, then this will work every single time. I can’t deny my attraction to such a beautiful woman, and as her hands curl into my shirt, that attraction swells hot and firm between my legs.

“Thank you,” Jasmine says softly as she breaks the kiss.

“For what?” My lips lightly brush hers as I speak, but when I lean forward to kiss her again, she pulls back slightly.

“For coming to help me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Did you forget we hate each other?”

Staring deep into her eyes, I feel like I can see myself reflected back in the ocean of her soul, and my pulse quickens. “Oh yeah.” My throat runs dry. “I forgot.”

“I’d totally leave you to it, by the way.” Jasmine looks up at me from under her lashes. “But I always repay a debt so…”

Before I can stop her, Jasmine’s on her knees in front of me pulling my belt open and wrestling my half-hard cock out of mypants. I want to tell her that there is no debt, that helping her was the right thing to do and I would never consider herowingme anything, but the words don’t come.

Jasmine is such an enigma. One moment she’s sweet and caring, the next she’s a savvy businesswoman with an axe to grind against awful men. And when she’s not those two things, she’s this sexy deviant with only one thing on her mind.

Is this on purpose? Is she making sure I can’t get a real read on her so I can never know who she truly is? Is it a defense mechanism to keep me at arm’s length because I am, as she says, the enemy?

The first swipe of her tongue over the swollen crown of my cock brings me to the conclusion that I do not care what her game or goal is. In this moment, I am here for her and only her.

Her hands are soft, with slight telltale roughness along her fingers from her years of weapons training. The contrast is rather erotic as she strokes back and forth along my cock and wraps her lips around my crown. She suckles softly at first as if she’s trying to drain my balls like a straw, and pleasure punches through my gut, followed by a rushing hot flex of muscle across my lower abdomen.

Then she looks up at me through her lashes with her tongue out flat against my cock, and it might be one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen. I want to touch her. I want to drag her up and spread her out on the counter, to find out how good her pussy tastes after all this excitement, but Jasmine is adamant about being in control.

And I’m selfish. I like this.

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