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The Sheikh's Tamed Bride (The Sharif Sheikhs 2)

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Taysir nodded. “Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?”

Rashid stood. “No. That will be all.”

It had been a long day. It was almost dark now, and he had expected to be home hours ago. He wanted to approach Mila about moving in, but more importantly, he wanted her in his arms again. After a few fun and flirty text messages, he’d managed to convince her to spend the night.

Unfortunately, he’d told her that he would be back in time for dinner. At least when he’d called her to explain, she hadn’t seemed mad.

Especially when he promised to make up for it in spades. After he whispered all the things that he wanted to do to her tonight, she practically melted into the phone.

Oh yeah, it was going to be a good night.

It was strange. He hadn’t expected to miss her so much today. The littlest things made him think of her. His receptionist had laughed at a joke that he’d made, and he wondered if he could retell it tonight and make Mila laugh. A woman had strolled by wearing a black dress similar to the one that Mila owned, and it made him remember the way it had slid off Mila’s body, revealing the most gorgeous sight he thought he’d ever seen.

The pastry that he’d had for lunch wasn’t nearly as sweet as the way she’d tasted, and he ached for her.

One night with her, and he was already addicted to the way she felt in his arms and the look on her face when she shattered.

God, he needed to experience it again and again.

Racing home, he reached the darkened suite to find the television flickering in the dark. Snoring gently, Mila was passed out on the couch. For a moment, Rashid considered letting her sleep. She’d had a long couple of days and probably needed the rest, but then she moaned a little in her sleep and lifted her chest, and Rashid was a goner.

Grinning wickedly, he approached the couch.

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Something caressed her, tickled her, stroked her, and pulled her out of her sleep. Whatever it was, it didn’t scare her. It traveled up and down her calves, stopping at the knee and moving back down to her ankles. It caressed her bare stomach, dipping into her belly button and chasing in lazy patterns.

But then there was something else. Something warm and wet. It lapped over her nipples, dragging at the fabric of her t-shirt.

It felt good. God, did it feel good. When it disappeared, she moaned and wiggled, but it returned to lavish attention on her other breast.

The hand on her other leg traveled higher and higher until . . .

“No panties and no bra,” a warm voice whispered in her ear. “Naughty minx.”

Mila shot awake and gasped when Rashid slipped a finger inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed when his knuckles scraped across her clit. After Rashid had told her that he wanted to stroke her until she screamed, she’d been completely wet, but that felt like hours ago, and exhaustion had claimed her.

But now she was wide awake.

“Miss me?” Rashid asked with a wicked grin. Her nipples puckered under the wet spots of her shirt, and she moved restlessly against him.

“Yes,” she whimpered. He stroked her higher and higher, but just before she could find her release, he moved his hand.

“You must not have missed me that much. You fell asleep,” he teased as he worked her shirt up and over her head. His eyes darkened with lust as he leaned over and kissed her neck. His fingers tugged at her nipples, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

“I wanted to dream of you again,” she gasped.

“You dreamed of me?” He replaced his fingers with his mouth as he rolled his tongue around her. Pleasuring her, he pushed her shorts down. She lifted her hips easily and kicked them off.

Naked and splayed out on the couch, she felt so wanton.

“I took a nap after work,” she admitted as she pushed him away and sat up. Widening her legs, she scooted to the edge of the couch until she could reach the buttons of his shirt. He gripped her hips while she slipped the buttons out of their holes. Occasionally, his thumb would just barely graze her skin, and she shuddered.

“And you dreamt of me?”

Biting her lower lip, she nodded. “I did. We were in the shower.”

“And?”



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