Page 52 of Vengeful Guard

“Will you teach me some more moves?”

“You want to learn moves after drinking half a dozen mimosas?”

“It was only four.”

I snort out a laugh, unable to help myself.

“If you want to learn, I’ll teach you, but you have to sober up first. Sleep it off.”

Paige sighs. “Fine. Should we meet in a few hours?”

I nod slowly. “I’ll be in the basement.”

Paige makes it inside and upstairs just fine.

I take in a deep breath, trying not to look at her ass as she ascends the stairs. I fail.

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PAIGE

As soon as I get inside my room, I close the door and throw myself onto my bed. I am so doomed. I groan into my pillow when what I really want to do is scream.

What the hell is wrong with Kael? It’s like he’is all over the place.

I know he hates me, but still. This is so frustrating!

I’m not a child anymore, and I’m not invisible. But I’m also not made of glass.

Yet, he won’t look at me like the woman I am. Even if sometimes, it seems like he’s somewhat attracted to me. I mean, he did get an erection when I was getting off rubbing on his thigh.

But then why won’t he even consider the possibility of sex with me?

Argh! I can’t stay here. I will not sleep, but maybe a shower will help me.

I get up, walk into the bathroom, and turn on the water. After stripping, I look at myself in the mirror.

I’m an attractive girl, right? And again, Kael sometimes seems to think so too, or at least it feels that way. Remembering how he was hard beneath me just from being so close to me makes me giddy.

God, I want him. I want him so badly I don’t know what to do with myself.

I step under the water, and my body comes alive. I imagine his hands touching my skin, caressing me, and my hands follow the phantom touch of his in my imagination.

I lose myself in my touch, thinking of Kael’s bright blue eyes taking me in as his hands caress my body, and how hard and thick he felt against my thigh.

My fingers go to my folds and start massaging my clit.

The electric jolt I get almost sends me over the edge.

Is this how his finger would feel? Would he be gentle? Maybe rougher.

A moan escapes my lips.

His skin against mine would feel amazing. All hard planes and ridges and…

I increase both speed and intensity.

Images come alive in my head as I picture him picking me up and holding me against the wall.

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