Page 23 of Her Older Sheikh

His languid tone makes my heart skip a beat even when it tells me I'm being toyed with.

"You know exactly what's wrong."

His lips curve into another almost-smirk. "You're pouting."

"And what if I am?"

"I like it."

Oh, Mr. Mine.

You haven't lost your way with words at all, but I think it's time I turn the tables just a bit.

"Stop it."

The whispered words take him by surprise, and it's his turn to take the bait. "Stop what?"

"Being so sexy," I say with a mischievous smile, and after a moment of silence, he ends up chuckling softly, and the sound is justdivine.

"Well-played, my sweet."

My heart trips over itself when I hear what he's called me, and just like that Mr. Mine regains the upper hand between us.

"I mean it though," I say breathlessly. "I need you to stop being so hot or I'll never be able to think clearly around you."

"Who says I want you thinking clearly?"

I stick my tongue out, and Mr. Mine's lips twitch.

"Do you think I'm being childish?"

"I think you're being cute."

"Hmph." I playfully wag a finger at him...and end up gasping when he catches said finger with a nip of his teeth.

"Mr. Mine!"

The words are out before I realize what I'm saying, and all I can do is blush when I see the way his gaze widens.

"Mister...Mine?"

Forget about almost-smirks. What he has playing over his lips right now is a full-fledged smirk, and the sight of it has me feeling deliciously weak.

He leans close, and so do I.

He leans even closer, and I do the same.

Closer and closer and closer—-

"AHEM."

I shove Mr. Mine out of the way without thinking, and he nearly falls out of his chair since I've caught him by surprise.

Oops.

But I have no time to check if he's okay, since there's this old man suddenly standing in front of me.

"Grandpa, hi."