6 ENCHANTED PRINCESSES

A Fairy Tale Romance from Ellora's Cave

In this excerpt, from the end of Chapter One, Fitz has been hired to watch Collinwood's six daughters, who mysteriously disappear every night. Other bodyguards have failed, and Fitz's first attempt isn't going all that well, either...

Fitz settled down on the floor in front of the door to the girls’ bedroom. Bo and the other guard, Mitch, had been scheduled for duty tonight but Fitz had sent them away. He had a feeling the two wouldn’t have much trouble making alternate plans, giving one disadvantage to Collinwood’s all gay bodyguard plan. These two, at least, seemed to be pretty thoroughly distracting each other.

Without permission to enter the girls’ room, Fitz had loaded himself up with the best possible surveillance equipment. Even with that, though, he could do little more than listen through the door.

Or maybe not. He’d just finished setting up his listening equipment when the door opened just a crack, and a dark head poked around it.

“Good evening,” the girl said.

He should have known they’d realize he was here. He supposed there was no point hiding the surveillance equipment, either, even if he could.

“Good evening,” he replied.

“I’m Annabeth.”

Digging through his memory, he came up with what he knew about Annabeth. She was the oldest—inasmuch as there could be an oldest, since the six girls had been born on the same day. In any case, she’d been the first baby delivered, by C-section, as well as the largest of the six and the first to come home from the hospital.

“I’m Fitz,” he told her. He didn’t trust the look in her eyes. She looked like she was up to something. “What can I do for you?”

Annabeth pointed over Fitz’s shoulder, toward the security camera on the wall behind him. “See that?”

“Yeah.”

“And it sees you. Unless you go over there.” She pointed to the end of the hallway. “If you stand exactly there, none of the cameras can see you.”

“Are you sure?” Of course, the security system was likely to have blind spots. What surprised him was that Annabeth knew where they were.

“Absolutely. We know a great deal about this house.”

“What’s your point?”

“Go stand over there, and I’ll tell you.”

“Won’t that look suspicious?”

“Leave that to me.” She ducked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Fitz went, mostly out of curiosity. A moment later, Annabeth joined him, coming out of another bedroom door.

“How—?” Fitz started, stopped because Annabeth had grabbed him. He couldn’t talk with her tongue in his mouth.

This was certainly an interesting twist. He tried to focus on what might be his next step, but she pressed hard into him, her full, soft breasts mounding against his chest. One hand slid into his hair, the other sliding down his body.
What does she want? He forced his mind back to a relevant question. What is she trying to distract you from? Then her hand slid between his thighs.

For a girl who’d been locked away for ten years, she had a remarkable way with her fingers. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him that way, and his cock responded with more than its usual enthusiasm. Her fingers teased the steely length through his trousers while her other hand combed through his hair.

He drew her closer, kissing her hard and deep, plundering the heat of her mouth.

She tapped him on the temple and he dropped like a rock into unconsciousness.

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