Galaxy Playmates 2
Paranormal Futuristic Romance
Galaxy Playmate Quartz is a woman who knows what she likes and she likes variety in her men. Knowing she’ll never be satisfied with just one man in her bed, she doesn’t even try to have a monogamous relationship. But when Thor, her new bodyguard, is sent to protect her from a stalking fan, she discovers that she just might be happy with one man in her heart—so long as he’s the right man.
Thor has loved Quartz from the first moment he laid eyes on her. A complete shifter, he’s able to play Quartz’s games and give her the variety of lovers she wants. For, in the end, she’ll belong completely to him.
"So," Quartz mused, eyeing the large bodyguard before her from where she lounged her in her cushioned chair. Her lips curled up into a catlike grin, part mocking, part amused. Twirling a finger along a strand of her platinum hair, she said, "You’re the new piece of man-meat Lord Maximus has sent to watch over little ol’ me."
"Yes, Ms. Quartz," Thor answered, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The sound of it gave her chills all the way to her toes. "He’s very concerned about those letters you’ve been receiving."
"What? Those crazy fan letters?" Quartz laughed and gave a dismissing wave of her hand. "Who cares about some crazed fan and his death threats? Do you know how many letters I get a day from fans? How many pictures? How many boxes of jewels and furs and clothes and … and shoes? Last week I think I turned down at least fifteen marriage proposals. Fifteen! So what if some fan has a fetish about me? I’m not worried and neither should you be."
Thor kept his eyes focused forward, though she knew it was hard for him to keep his eyes off of her. She purposefully wore nothing but the flimsy veil of a white, see-through robe. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her pert breasts were small but perfect with rosy tipped nipples that men went crazy for. Her arms and legs were slender, gracefully so. She had an ass so tight and round that when she bent over she knew eyes couldn’t help but be on it.
Quartz was a Galaxy Playmate. Men coveted her and women envied and despised her. She knew other women were jealous and would give anything to be her. She was a dancer, a stripper, a star, and she was beautiful. Her platinum blonde hair and her skin, as pale as snow, were her trademarks. She’d had the tan bleached from her features, making her look pure, innocent, dare she think it? Virginal.
Lord Maximus had given her the name Quartz. He’d started nicknaming all his women after precious metals and gemstones and all the body guards were named after mythological Earth Gods, mainly because they all looked like Gods. The names stuck and it got to the point no one even cared to use their real name anymore. It was show business after all and they were living the illusion so many fantasized over.
"Lord Maximus doesn’t seem all that convinced that it’s just a crazy fan having a good time," Thor said. "He thinks your life might be in danger."
"Lord Maximus is a sour puss and always has been." Quartz chuckled, wiggling in her seat. The low tone of his voice was making her hot. "My life isn’t in danger. It’s probably some guy whose marriage proposal I turned down. He’s just trying to scare me into reconsidering."
"You should take more care with yourself, Ms. Quartz." Thor still didn’t look at her and she made a small face at him in defiance.
"Well," she purred, "as I see it, it’s your job to take care of me and my … ah … personal needs, Mr. Thor. Mars didn’t do such a hot job of it. I would hate to have you lose your job like he did."
Her last bodyguard, Mars, had called her a spoiled brat just because she’d teased him with her presence and then didn’t put out. He used to spy on her through a peephole in the wall. Okay, Quartz knew he watched and would impishly entertain him, sometimes waiting until he was there to bring men back to her room. She’d then proceeded to fuck them where Mars could see her doing it, angling them just right so he’d see their cock pounding into her, into a place he’d never be allowed. It excited her to know he was there, watching her, wanting her, jerking himself off because she would never allow him to have her.
But in the end he’d become too handsy, so she’d had him fired. Thor, the handsome piece of sweet-ass man chocolate standing before her, was Mars’ replacement. Licking her lips, she let her eyes have the pleasure of looking over his body. She knew he liked her, had seen him watching her when she was on stage. She wasn’t a stranger to the hazy look that entered his eyes when she stripped.
Okay, with all her womanly charms on display through the robe, Quartz knew she looked anything but virginal and, in truth, she was far from it. She liked to fuck, always had. She liked the sound of it, the smell, the look. She liked the thrusting, the sweating, the grunts that a man made only in that glorious moment of release. Just thinking about it made cream build in her pussy, drenching down to her thighs.
Unconsciously, she let her legs fall open as she sat in the chair before him. Thor’s mouth twitched and she knew he watched her from the corner of his dark eyes. He really was a handsome man, solid of build with an incredibly delicious ass she wouldn’t mind biting. Although he wore tight leather pants and a tight black shirt, she couldn’t see the full extent of his package. Thor was rumored to be huge. It made her pant just thinking about it and she definitely wanted to see his monstrous cock for herself.
When Thor refused to break his militant pose, she frowned. Whipping her legs together, she stood up. Purposeful, she moved across his line of vision to a glass shelf on the dressing room wall. Lightly touching a cluster of quartz, she said, "This is my collection of rare Earth pieces. It’s my namesake--quartz. You aren’t to touch them, just as you aren’t to touch me unless I ask you to help me with something. Just like these precious stones, I’m valuable merchandise. And, being such, I get what I want, when and how I want it. Is that clear, Mr. Thor?"
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