Keira hung around the meeting, watching those in attendance. A few ladies arrived in the traditional veiled robes, but cast them off as soon as they were inside. Keira didn’t see anyone with a ruby ring—or with the same black, exotic eyes she had glimpsed on the woman at the wedding.
She started up to her room and saw Brock in the upstairs corridor. He’d been talking to Trent, who gave him a nod and moved away. Brock came over to her. “Having fun?”
“If lazing around is fun, I’m having a blast.”
His eyes glittered. “There’s time for a nap before dinner.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I’m not really tired. I haven’t done anything all day.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” He took her hand and led her into his room. Like hers, it seemed draped with fabric so that it resembled a tent more than a room. Carved pillars stood out around the doorways and window. The fabrics and carpets in his room were all dark, lush colors—dark blues, vibrant reds, and deep golds that reminded her of sunsets. She could smell his fragrance in the room.
He shut the door behind them, but he opened the French doors that let out onto a small balcony. Turning to her, he pulled off his shirt. She smiled and watched him strip. He had a body worth admiring—tan and lean and hard. Walking over to him, she ran a hand down from his bare shoulder to his fingertips.
“Sit down,” she told him.
He sat in one of the wide chairs in the room. His erection jutted up. She knelt before him. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Something I think you’ll like.”
Still dressed, she took him into her mouth. One swallow and she had him inside of her; she pulled back, letting her tongue drag over his skin. He let out a sharp breath. “Oh, I like.”
She took him in again, wrapping her hand around the base of his erection, palming his balls with her other hand. She liked the contrast between soft and hard. Closing her eyes, she focused on controlling her breathing and taking him in deeper. It’d been a long time since she’d sucked a guy like this. She liked how he tasted—a little salty. She took him deep again.
He brushed a hand into her hair. “You keep that up, I’m not going to last.”
Pulling off of him, she smiled. “That’s the idea.” She went down on him again, wrapped her fingers tight, and pressed right behind his sack, where she knew it’d feel good. He gave a groan and salty moisture filled her mouth. He gave a shudder and put a hand on her head to still her. She held still, but had to pull back. She licked the skin on his hip, and he almost jumped from the chair.
“Easy.”
“Wimp,” she muttered.
“Oh, I am.” Standing, he pulled her to her feet and tossed her over his shoulder. She gave a small shriek and a giggle. He dropped her onto the bed and crawled up over her. Starting to undo her shorts, he told her, “My turn.”
He stripped off her shorts and panties, but left her T-shirt and bra on. Naked from the waist down, Keira’s face warmed.
Brock grinned down at her. Then he buried his face between her legs. She gave a gasp. He slipped a finger into her and sucked hard on her clit. She groaned and tried to move, but he held her hips down with one arm. Tingles ran over her skin and warmth spread through her. She tried to wiggle again, but Brock wasn’t letting go. He lapped and nibbled like he really would eat her alive. She gave a moan and he slipped two large fingers into her.
She gave up and gave into the spreading tingles. The pressure built inside her, burning from the inside out. Brock pushed her to the edge, and then pushed her over. White burst behind her eyes and she spiraled into a gasping oblivion, hanging onto his shoulders, clutching at his strength.
When he came up, his face glistened. He kissed her and she tasted herself on him. Propping himself on one elbow, he left one hand on her stomach.
She smiled. “My day just got a little better.”
He nodded. “I’m afraid it’s just the quiet before the shit hits the fan at hurricane speeds.”
She put her fingers over his lips. “Don’t say that. You’ll jinx it.”
“Maybe, but I’m getting that feeling that something’s going to break soon. I just wish we had a clue.”
We. She held onto that word. He’d said we—maybe he was taking her seriously in this job. However, she couldn’t help but feel she’d missed something. This was supposed to be her operation and if it went wrong, it’d all be on her. She didn’t want Erin paying the price for her mistakes.
Chapter 11
Brock decided he hated these dinners. All dressed up and nowhere to go. Tonight was a repeat of last night. The sheikh had eyes only for Erin—but he looked tired, dragged out from a day negotiating, Brock knew. The conversation was about the same as last night—but the food, heck; the food was worth putting up with all of this gossip.
And so was Keira.
She looked great in a small black dress that left him thinking about peeling it off of her. He really didn’t need that distraction. He’d spent the day with Talib, talking over contingency plans. What if the rebels attacked? What if there was a spy in the household? He’d taken a peek at the folder Keira had acquired—a smart move to look over the staff—but he knew they were clear. Everyone working at the palace had been here for years.