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heat deep within me that spread through my veins like wildfire. Again, I felt Thompson shudder behind me as he gave into the pleasure that always accompanied the bite. Whenever a vampire fed it was pleasurable. It's the pleasure that makes humans line up like cattle at the entrance of every vampire owned establishment in the country. I read once, the effect could be likened to the initial rush of heroin, and apparently mine wasn't any different.
    Thompson began to moan and grind himself into me from behind. Ecstasy filled me as well and I fought the urge to turn around and take him into me right there on the limo floor completely ignoring the company with us. Instead, I bent over slightly, never letting go of his wrist, and pushed myself against him harder. I knew he had a wife and children, but right then, right there I didn't care, and if I had to guess, neither did he. I felt him grow hard and long in his trousers and the length of it slid up and down the crease of my buttocks. I now knew what heaven could feel like.
    His other hand slid lower and cupped me from the front his middle finger working itself into my other crease. I gasped at the contact and his wrist popped from my mouth with a little wet noise. Time stopped. I felt Thompson come to behind me and I suddenly felt very, very awkward. I now knew what hell could feel like.
    "Thompson," I said very calmly and very softly over my shoulder.
    "Not one word kid, not one single word. This never happened," he said and slowly removed his wrist from my hand and his hand from my, um. I didn't want to even think about that one. I really wanted to take a shower.
    "So, how 'bout them Dodgers, eh?" I called over my shoulder.
    The belly laugh made me feel a little better about going to third base with my partner. Putting baseball out of my mind, I looked over at the governor and he simply stared at the two of us as if we'd sprouted several extra heads, each. I made a motion to go to his side to apologize, but he held up his hand.
    "That's quite close enough for now, agent, if you don't mind. I need some time to process what has just happened here."
    I nodded and straightened my clothes while Thompson exited the vehicle and made his way around to the front of the limo. I guess he didn't feel like squeezing through the window again. What a wimp.
    He started the car and we pulled back onto the road. The governor and I didn't say anything to each other for the entire trip. The silence made me happy. The governor had more questions than before, I'm sure, and I'd officially run out of lies. That left only the truth and I wasn't ready for that, not by a long shot.
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    We made sure Greer made it back to the mansion in one piece and made it inside without any other incidents. I breathed a sigh of relief to leave the limo behind and be back in the familiar Suburban. What a night.
    We drove in silence all the way back to the Marriot we were staying at. I hoped Thompson felt more embarrassed than I did about the whole limo episode, but I doubted it. I fought the urge to cry and hide. At least we had separate bedrooms, so my crying and hiding would go unnoticed.
    "You okay, kid?" He finally broke the silence as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.
    "Yeah, not so much," I answered. "Sorry about that, big guy. I could say I don't know what came over me, but we both know what did. Can we just forget the whole thing happened?"
    "Forget what happened?" He even said it with a wink.
    I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and gave him a weak smile before opening the door and stepping out into the dry California night. The silence returned as we walked side by side through the parking lot and into the deserted lobby. A quick elevator ride and a stroll down the hallway and we were in front of our suite. I slid the electronic card key into the lock and opened the door, practically running to my bedroom.
    "Night, kid," he called out, but I was still too embarrassed to answer.
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