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But it was too late.

Through the narrow slits of the tool closet’s door, Harper saw everyone start to smirk—-

“Khalil, you bully!” The words came out a part-wail, part-whimper. “You told me they wouldn’t guess—-”

But her words ended in a gasp, with the sheikh pounding harder into her from behind, so damn hard that her eyes rolled back and she could only cling helplessly at the slits.

Oh God, it was so, so good.

Willow Manolis was eyeing the size of the tool closet doubtfully. “How long do you think they’ll last there?”

“Good question,” her husband said, eyes gleaming.

And soon, the other billionaires had the same gleam in their eyes.

Mairi Tanner-Leventis was confused. “Am I missing something?”

“We’re going to bet on it,” Damen explained.

“With the proceeds going to charity of course,” Kyrillos said with a straight face.

“But really, it’s just to make the king mad,” Tarif said, and with that, Khalil’s four vassals were the first to place their bets.

The End

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