The Sheikh's Christmas Maid (Shadid Sheikhs 1)

“Have you ever had a frozen dinner before?”

“No,” Samir said firmly. “We have four amazing cooks employed at the palace, and I have a lifestyle manager who makes reservations for me at the best restaurants wherever I go. I was actually horrified when I saw a bag of chicken tenders in the freezer.”

“I suddenly feel the need to introduce you to ramen,” she teased as she turned her head. He kissed her sweetly, but Poppy didn’t want sweet. Twisting her body, she took the wine glass away from him and set it on the coffee table. Before she changed her mind, she straddled him.

“I thought I was the one doing the seducing here,” he said softly as he ran his hands under her sweater. She shuddered at his touch.

“You did.” She raked her fingers through his dark, thick hair and leaned over to kiss him. “Now, it’s time to see if you can follow through.”

“Saucy minx.” With a growl, he leaned forward and captured her lips. A low moan escaped her as she surrendered herself. There was nothing sweet in his kiss as his tongue swept in, and he devoured her.

Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she tried to pull it up, but he stopped her. Confused, she sat back and stared at him. For a moment, she thought that he might reject her.

“Upstairs,” he whispered. “I don’t want Melka to walk in on us. I want you all to myself.”

Wordlessly, she nodded. Easing off his lap, she cleared her throat and straightened her sweater. Samir’s eyes never left her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back in for another kiss again.

Ready to wrap her legs around him and have him take her against the wall, she grabbed his hand and pulled away.

“Hurry,” she whispered desperately. “Please. I need you now.”

10

Poppy watched nervously as Samir lit the fire in his bedroom and turned to stare at her. A moment ago, her need for him was all-consuming, but now she couldn’t stop the doubts from creeping in. He was the kind of man who was used to more experienced women.

“I can see the wheels in your head turning,” he murmured softly as he approached her. His dark skin gleamed in the light of the flames and her breath caught in her throat when he reached out to cup her chin. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

There was no way in hell that she was going to voice her doubts aloud. Giving him a small smile, she moved up to her tiptoes to kiss him instead. He opened his mouth slightly, but he didn’t respond like she’d expected. “Samir?” she asked doubtfully when she pulled back.

Tangling his hands in her hair, he gently massaged the nape of her neck. “Your face is like an open book, and there is insecurity written all over it.”

“I told you,” she whispered. “It’s been a long time.”

“Oh, habibti. I don’t think there’s anything that you can do to disappoint me.” Reaching for the hem of her sweater, he gently lifted it up and over. His kisses were slow, and she got drunk off his sweetness as his hands skimmed over her skin before reaching for the hook of her bra.

They’d already seen each other naked, but she couldn’t help but cross her arms over her torso when he stepped away. His glittering sapphire blue eyes settled on her, and there was nothing but lust in his face. “You are so beautiful.”

Feeling more confident, she reached for the snap of her jeans and slowly peeled them down. When there was nothing but the swatch of purple lace covering her pussy, she raised her head and bit her bottom lip. To her surprise, he was already undressing.

He’d been sexy soaking wet, but right now, with the knowledge that soon he’d be sliding inside her, he took her breath away. Unable to keep her hands to herself, she reached for him, spreading her fingers over his chest and watching fascinated, as the muscles rippled under her touch.

“You unravel me,” he said hoarsely before cupping her bottom and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around him, and as she pressed into his erection, she couldn’t help but move against him. His hard length stroked right on her sensitive nub, and her panties grew even more damp.

At this rate, she was going to orgasm before they even got to the bed. How embarrassing would that be?

“Poppy,” he groaned. “You’ve got to stop that before I go off like a rocket.” They tumbled on the bed, but he quickly pulled away from her and grabbed her legs, dragging her across the bed until he could plant her feet on the frame of the bed. “I need to taste you.”

Pushing herself up on her elbows, she watched as he knelt between her legs and stroked her gently with his thumb. Pleasure coursed through her, and she dropped back to the bed. “Enjoy,” he rasped as he slid the fabric over her hips and down her legs before sinking a finger inside her.

“Oh!” Her eyes flew open, and her hips lifted to try to take even more. He chuckled and blew on her pussy. Goosebumps covered her arms as she waited in anticipation. His ministrations were gentle and teasing, and it felt like forever before she felt him kiss her mound. His tongue darted out and slowly moved along her slit, dancing a breath away from where she needed him most.

He tortured her. Poppy gripped the sheets in her fists and twisted under him, desperate to find the pleasure that danced out of her reach. Heat flared in her belly, and she let out a guttural moan. “Please,” she gasped. “Samir, please.”

Finally, she felt his tongue on her clit, circling around it before gently sucking. White-hot pleasure seared through her, and her toes curled as he pushed her even closer to orgasm. She writhed around alternating between lifting her hips wanting more and pulling away from the intensity of the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She moaned loudly, turning her head from side to side. Digging her heels into the bedf

rame, she lifted her hips, her body shaking as her orgasm felt more like a tidal wave rolling through her.

Rather than let her go, Samir tightened his grip on her hips, not letting up on the assault. She barely had a chance to catch her breath when she felt him scissoring his fingers inside her, the tips of his fingers rubbing against her now sensitized parts. The pressure was quick to mount, as she tried to shut her legs, but his shoulder kept her from pressing her knees against his head.