The Sheikh's Pretend Fiancée (The Sharif Sheikhs 1)

; They must have cost him a fortune.

“Try them on.”

There was something almost feral in his gaze, and she swallowed hard. She couldn’t possibly undress in front of him—and yet, the temptation was too great for her to ignore. Slowly, she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it high above her head. An embarrassed flush was already creeping up her body, and rather than shucking her pants, she reached for the dress first.

He chuckled but didn’t stop her.

The green dress slithered across her skin. Safely covered, she reached back and unsnapped her bra. Her nipples were already erect, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. They puckered as the material rubbed across them.

Asad was incredibly still as she turned her back and reached under her dress to unsnap her jeans. Bending, she pulled them down her legs.

Moisture pooled between her legs, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She was scared to turn around, to see what she already knew would be written all over his face.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

Was she really going to go through with this? Was she going to risk discovering that the real man was not nearly as good as the man who touched her every night in her dreams?

“Turn around.”

His command broke through her fear, and she slowly turned. His eyes appraised her, slowly lingering as they moved up her legs and across her curves until his gaze met hers. “Another.”

He expected her to slip the dress off and stand nearly naked before him, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Instead, she turned her back again and quickly changed dresses. She expected to hear his amusement, but he was deathly silent as she turned again, this time in the blue dress. His eyes were darker, and his knuckles were whitening as they gripped the arm of the chair. There wasn’t a trace of calm in him.

The air grew thick around them, and she wondered how she had any breath left at all.

There was no demand this time. He simply pointed to the final box.

Once again, she turned and slipped out of the dress, but when she tried on the new one, she realized that it wasn’t a dress at all. The hem was far too high, stopping just below her panties, and the fabric in the front was nothing but see-through lace.

“Turn around,” he said hoarsely. “Model it for me.”

She stood at a crossroads. If she had any sense, she’d grab her own clothes and flee. If she turned around, they wouldn’t be flirting anymore. They’d go tumbling headfirst into chaos.

Messy, messy, chaos.

Slowly blowing out her breath, she reached under and tucked her thumbs under the waistline of her panties. Bending over, she inched the last of her defenses down her legs. The air touched her bare cheeks, and she heard him inhale sharply.

She didn’t hear him move. As soon as she turned around, she saw he was out of the chair and inches from her. With a small gasp, she stumbled back toward the glass window, but it wasn’t from fright. Even as he reached for her, she parted her legs for him.

His lips skimmed over hers as he lifted the hem and deftly slipped a single finger inside her. “Why do you hide your beauty when you are this perfect?" he asked her with a groan. There was no hiding her arousal now that his fingers were stroking her. "Are you all mine?"

"For a time," she replied breathily. She wanted to be cool and seductive, but all she could think about was screaming for more.

He drew closer, and his breath caressed her ear, "Haven't you read the fine print? I reserved the option to buy."

Her back was pressed against the cold glass, but her skin was on fire. There was no possibility of logical thought as his mouth plundered hers. No one had ever kissed her like that. Dominated. Controlled. Her body was nothing more than a puppet for him to play with—and she desperately wanted him to play.

The fabric of the dress rose higher against her thighs as she lifted one leg to curve around his.

He tore himself away from her mouth and pressed his lips to her throat. “Say my name,” he demanded as he pressed a finger to her engorged clit.

Her whole body shuddered as pleasure shot through her, and she cried out his name.

“Tell me you want this,” he said roughly. Removing his hand, he cupped her cheeks and lifted her until her pussy rubbed against the straining cock in his pants. He lifted her higher until he could slide his tongue over the lace covering her nipples.

“Asad, please,” she hissed as she jerked against him. “I want this, I want you. Fuck me.”