Page 30 of The Sheik's Kiss

“I’m…uncomfortable,” Mandy replied in a low voice. “I don’t usually have…I’ve never had a one night stand before,” she told him, staring straight ahead.

Before she could take another step, Mandy felt his hand gripping her arm. Suddenly, Zahir pulled her into a small room. Gasping and surprised by the suddenness of his embrace, she gripped his shoulders, staring up at him with her mouth hanging open.

“You still haven’t! Last night was not a one night stand!” he told her with a vehemence that surprised her. He shifted his body, pressing her more completely against him and she inhaled sharply, very aware of his arousal pressing against her stomach. “In fact, I want many more nights like that one.” Slowly, Zahir lowered his mouth, brushing his lips against hers. “I think you do too, don’t you?”

She started to shake her head, but the touch of his lips against her mouth startled her. Immediately, she felt the need bubble up inside of her. Still, she had just enough strength of mind to say, “We can’t have more than last night.”

But as soon as the words escaped her lips, she realized how untrue they were. The heat surging through her body ignited a burning desire, making her gasp. She let out a soft moan, giving in to his embrace, and felt the tension between them escalate.

Zahir's hands explored her body, igniting every nerve fiber along the way. She felt his hot breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and his fingers trailed down her back, making her arch into him. Mandy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and felt the hard bulge of his erection throbbing against her.

She wanted him so badly. But as much as she desired him, she knew she couldn't give him what he wanted. He was about to be engaged! To someone other than her.

Before that thought could fester, Zahir lifted her into his arms, shifting her hips so that his erection was pressing against the softness of her stomach. "Tell me you don't want this," he urged.

“I…” she stammered, but the words that she wanted to say morphed into a moan of pleasure as his hands smoothed over her skin. “I…!”

“You want me just as much as I want you, Mandy. I dare you to deny it.” He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, he lowered his head, nibbling at her earlobe. She moaned again, rubbing her body against his.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she whispered, then gasped when he lowered himself, bending onto one knee. Startled, she looked down at him, shaking her head as her mind slowly processed his delicious intent. “What are you doing?”

He laughed, then lifted her leg so it was draped over his shoulder. “I’m proving to you that what’s between us isn’t just a one night stand, Habibi.”

She reached for his shoulders, intending to push him away. Instead, he pushed her panties to the side and spread her open. Gasping, she clung to him, her fingers diving into his hair as his mouth moved closer. His lips and shockingly talented tongue licked at her folds, teasing her as if she were a lollipop! Mandy gasped, so turned on she could barely think!

“Do you have any idea how delicious you taste?” he asked, sucking on her nub while his finger slid into her heat. “So damn sweet!”

Mandy couldn’t respond. Her whole body was tense, waiting for his next lick. He didn’t disappoint! Whimpering, she rolled her hips, needing more of his tongue and those magical fingers. “You’re…” she meant to tell him that he was crazy but her mouth couldn’t form the words. He was just too good at this! Instead of speaking, she could only moan as he moved against her, sucking that nub, teasing her body until….!

“Zahir!” she screamed out, her body throbbing with the fastest, hardest climax she’d ever experienced. He didn’t relent for several more moments, extending the pleasure as she throbbed, nearly sobbing with the pleasure he was giving her.

Finally, it was too much and she pulled at his hair, tugging his mouth away from her.

He stood up, licking his lips as he pressed himself against her. “Not just one night, Mandy,” he emphasized.

Before she could speak, he took her hand and led her out of the room.

Mandy glanced down, hoping their interlude wasn’t obvious from her clothing. Thankfully, her flowing, silk skirt was appropriately draped over her hips and thighs. Nothing else was out of place. Well, her mind wasn’t in place. Her mind was still back in that room trying to figure out what had just happened.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he said, his lips very close to the shell of her ear. “And I’m eager to hear about your day.” He accepted the file folder that his assistant handed to him. “I believe this is yours.”

With numb fingers, Mandy took the file and hugged it to her chest. “What just happened?” she whispered as they stepped into the dining room.

Zahir held the chair out for her, smiling triumphantly as she stared up at him for a long moment. “You just enjoyed a lovely orgasm, my dear,” he murmured. “That’s what happened. And if you would be so kind as to eat a delicious meal with me, afterwards, I will endeavor to give you several more experiences tonight with the same result.”

Mandy dropped into the chair, still staring up at him. Still confused but trying to hide the blush that heated her cheeks. If she had the words to speak, she would have screamed, “Yes!” at the top of her lungs. She would have whimpered and demanded that they start right now.

Instead, she licked her lips, thinking about doing the same thing to him that he’d just done to her. And she would lick every part of him, every inch of his impressive erection and know the pleasure of feeling him react in the same way she’d just done.

She sat at the table, demurely nodding in response to the waiter who delivered a meal of…she had no idea what was on her plate. Mandy only had eyes for Zahir!

“She was there!” Hasan snapped, absolutely livid since every other member of Sheik bin Aristi’s cabinet had laughed at him in the conference room about some slob who wanted him to deal with shit! He didn’t like shit! He didn’t want to smell the stuff as he ordered his department to clean up whatever temporary toilets were creating a stink in this small, country-bumpkin’s village! He wanted to rail at the man and kill the woman who had sat down in that special chair! The damn chair had been vacant for so long! And after that video released a month ago, no one close to Sheik bin Aristi had thought that it would be filled anytime soon.

And why the hell has Zahir allowed a bitch, a woman who pranced around in a business atmosphere as if she belonged there, to sit in that special place? That chair was reserved for the mother of the sheik’s children! Hell, his predecessor’s wife had been too busy raising Zahir to bother with coming to the presentation meetings!

So, why was this bitch doing it now?

He didn’t like this! Hasan paced his office, trying to figure out how he was going to stop the contracts that were already underway. He’d manipulated the contracts for several housing projects so that he received significant kickbacks. Plus, he’d ordered one of those contractors to add an addition onto his house.

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