The Sheikh's Stubborn Assistant (The Sharif Sheikhs 3)

Closing her eyes, she cried out and moaned as he finger- and mouth-fucked her once again to an orgasm.

“I don’t think I can take any more,” she whimpered as he twisted and moved over her. His cock settled between her legs, and he slid his hands up her arms until his fingers locked with hers.

“You can, and you will,” he demanded as he kissed her.

His tongue stroked in and out of her mouth, long and deep, until she was rubbing up against him. How could someone control her body so easily? How could he make her desperate for him?

Finally, when she thought she might lose her mind, he thrust into her. She brought her knees up and rocked in an attempt to take him deeper.

Hard and fast. Slow and deep. His fingers dug into her body as he licked and nibbled on her, fucking her until she was clawing at him and crying out for more.

“Come on, Katie,” he grunted. “I’m so close. Give me one more. One more. Fuck, Katie. Come for me.”

He pinched her nipples, and she arched against him and shattered.

He immediately cried out her name as he thrust hard and fast, spilling his seed inside her.

10

They didn’t leave the hotel for the rest of the weekend. Khalid fucked her on the floor, in the shower, and against the wall. He licked her on the couch, and he spread her across the chair. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her. He’d never felt so addicted to anything in his life.

He wanted to paint her.

The idea terrified him, and he immediately started to distance himself on the plane back.

She stared out the window the entire time and didn’t press him. He could see the wheels in her mind turning.

When they landed, he made sure that there were two cars waiting for them: one to take him back to the palace and one to take her home. “Feel free to stay home on Monday,” he said softly before she got into the car. “I know you’re probably tired.”

“Night and day, remember?” she said as she forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “One has nothing to do with the other. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sheikh Khalid.”

The word was an invisible slap, and he flinched. Angry, he slammed the car door behind her and stalked to his own car.

The foul mood followed him for several days. She showed up to work during the day, but she always skipped out before he could have a chance to seduce her at the gallery. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him. He could see the desire in her eyes, but that weekend had changed everything. Their quickies in the museum weren’t enough for her, either.

On Thursday, she approached him nervously. “The girls have invited me to dinner at the palace tonight. I accepted.”

What did she want from him? “Okay.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” she demanded.

He wanted to shake her and tell her that it wasn’t okay. He didn’t want to share her with anyone else. He wanted her in his bed. “If you wanted my permission, you would have asked before you accepted. Since you didn’t, I assume that you don’t care for my opinion.” He looked at her quizzically. “You don’t need my permission to hang out with your friends.”

“You’re damn right, I don’t!”

“So why are you so angry?”

Her mouth opened and snapped shut. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought you would care. I guess that I was wrong.”

“Asad and Rashid already got in touch with me. I already knew that you were coming. I’ll be there as well.”

She immediately straightened and backed up a step. “You will?”

“I will. Do you have something to say about that?”

“No.”

He shrugged and returned his focus to the computer screen.