Sheikh's Scandalous Mistress

His kisses continued and she felt his tongue tangling with her own, exploring her mouth. She let her hands stray over him. He was still in his tuxedo coat and formal shirt, so she couldn’t get a view of his body, but she’d seen the way clothes hung on him, the breadth of his shoulders and his slim, tapered waist.

Her fingers ran up his chest, feeling the muscles underneath her grip, before moving down over his abs and his belly button, down to the bulge that had been noticeable to her since they’d entered this part of the exhibit.

Reaching out, she cupped his hardness and massaged it through the fabric of his tuxedo pants. His manhood was thick and rigid against her hand, and it responded with an interested jerk. That spurred her on. Her hand continued its frantic stroking, feeling every ridge of his hardness. He moaned above her, a purr that seemed to reverberate through his entire chest, belying his satisfaction.

But that wasn’t enough for him, and she was glad for it.

Even as she stroked him, her hand encircling his manhood as best she could through the clothes between them, his hands were lifting her up and holding her firmly against a wall. He traced his fingers over the soft skin of her thigh, sliding them upward before pushing the cloth around the slit of the dress aside.

Amanda hissed when she felt his fingers probe further, stroking at the soft swell of her hips. His hands were smooth and well-manicured, a testament to the life of an aristocrat who was pampered and powerful in every way. She’d never had hands so fine touching her, tempting her. Then he eased to the edge of her thong, pushing aside the edge just enough to run his fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs. She mewled as he caressed her and shivered against his body, surrendering to his touch.

“Please,” she said, her voice a whisper, desperate and wanting.

Now, both of his hands were at her waist, and with one hard tug her panties were ripped away. Amir pulled them back and brought them to his nose. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? I can smell your sweet nectar on every inch,” he said, his voice low and sultry. Then he grinned and shoved her panties in his pants pocket. “I think I’ll be keeping those for later.”

Frankly, Amanda didn’t care what he did. Her pearl was pulsing with her desire, and if he didn’t touch her womanhood soon, she’d never be able to bear it.

“Amir, please, I need you now,” she said, and this time she didn’t even recognize her voice. Her tone was throatier than she’d ever heard it before.

“I love to oblige, reporter,” he said, reaching his hands back to her body and lovingly skimming his fingers over her thighs one last time. “Spre

ad your legs for me, Amanda, and I’ll give you all the pleasure you can handle.”

She obliged, her body reacting now as higher thought had truly shut down in her brain. Wrapping her legs loosely around his waist, she let out a moan as his fingers caressed her most sensitive and secret lips. Her stomach flared with heat and her pearl pulsed even harder, so much so that she could barely concentrate enough to hold on to him. Then, when it felt she could no longer stand the teasing, Amir parted her petals and stretched his thumb to her rosebud, to that sensitive bundle of nerves that was waiting for him. His press was soft at first—circles that elicited a sizzle from her core, like a gentle thrum of electricity snaking out through her body. But, of course, her lover wasn’t going to stop there. His thumb’s pressure increased, tight and strong against her pleasure button, and then she was no longer just filled with hums of electricity.

It was like being caught in a thunderstorm, with bolts of lightning arching around her. The ambient electricity crackled around her, but had not yet surged through her completely. She was waiting for a strike.

Then Amir plunged two, thick fingers deep inside of her and his thumb moved into overdrive, pressing fast counterclockwise circles against her pearl. In and out, in and out, his fingers reached the depth of her core, until it was finally too much. She came then, the lightning finally striking her, lighting her whole body up in ecstasy.

When it was all over, she was left panting heavily before collapsing against his chest. Eventually, she came back to herself and looked up at him. “That was amazing.”

“That was only the beginning, Amanda,” he said, his low voice a promise and a threat at the same time. “I have to finish making the rounds for the next hour or so, but after that, I want to help you get away, to show you some of Abu Dhabi as I know it.” Grinning, he lowered the volume of his voice to a whisper. “I’m going to make you come so hard all weekend that you’ll forget your own name.”

“My sheikh, if you can make me feel like that every time, then I never cared that much about my name.”

Chapter Five

She wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into. Amanda had agreed to some fun after she finished covering this story for Life and Style, but she didn’t even think Margery would understand how she’d gone from just kissing to letting a man she barely knew give her the most shattering orgasm she’d ever had in her life…and in public, no less. Granted, it was a secluded space, but it was still a space that wasn’t so far from prying eyes.

Now she was seated in the back seat of his limo, a few things thrown into her overnight bag for the weekend he was promising her. It seemed funny to be going away from a luxury resort, but she couldn’t help but enjoy that. Maybe he’d take her to the royal palace or a hidden getaway. Who knew? She just hadn’t wanted to be experiencing more first times with Amir in a place like Ali Babba’s. It was lovely and classy, but it was also impersonal and shared with hundreds of others. Amanda fervently hoped that wherever she was going, it would be some place special.

Of course, things had taken longer to coordinate than she’d thought. He finished out the night with all the requisite people he had to meet, and then promised her that there would be a limo waiting out front for her by two o’clock the next day. He apologized profusely and explained there were some last-minute financing details for one of the restaurants he had to take care of.

It was probably better that way. It gave her about twelve hours to take a cold shower and get her head screwed on more tightly. Still, a cold shower couldn’t really help. She had the whole world spinning. The crimes of Senator Jackson were weighing on her, but damn it, the sheikh was intoxicating. He proved to be a better distraction than alcohol ever managed to be. She could take a few days for herself, try and regroup and live her life too. And, after all, nothing about Amir appealed to her rational side. That man could make heat flare in her belly just by whispering in her ear.

What would he do with her at his mercy for an entire weekend?

“I…uh…wasn’t sure what to wear or what we’d be doing today,” she said, as he slid onto the seat beside her.

Amanda had chosen a plain mint-green linen dress, something that would be light in the desert heat but would allow Amir as much access as he needed. What they’d experienced last night was revelatory. If he wanted to tease her again that way, then she could die a happy woman.

“You do look ravishing, reporter,” he said, his voice that sultry purr that set her core alight. He emphasized his point by letting his fingers stray over her knee. “But first I think we’ll be going to have some lunch downtown. There’s a restaurant that both serves amazing local dishes and has an interesting lesson in its offing.”

“A lesson?”

“Oh yes, you’ll see, Amanda, or maybe you’ll just soak that lesson right up.”

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