Page 26 of Her Older Sheikh

Why does it seem like he knows me better than I know myself? I can't even figure out what's troubling me, but I know it's exactly as he says it is the moment I hear his words.

Iwasscared Grandpa Paco's shameless attempt at matchmaking would turn him off, but he doesn't seem bothered at all. I know Mr. Mine can easily be the kind of man to take everything in stride without revealing his thoughts, but I have this weird feeling he really doesn't mind that my grandfather sees wedding bells every time he looks at us.

And yes, I do know I shouldn't question a gift horse in the mouth, but...

"Why aren't you mad?" I blurt out.

His ride comes up the driveway before he can answer me, and I'm momentarily distracted when I realize he's helping me into the backseat of a limousine. My grandfather is obviously no pauper, but even my old man isn't so fancy he's going around the city in a limo.

Mr. Mine slides in next to me, and my heart skips a beat as I hear the thud of the door closing shut.

It's just the two of us again, and while I love that it's so—-

"We really do need to talk," I say reluctantly.

"We do," Mr. Mine agrees. "And we will. Later."

"But—-"

Mr. Mine hauls me to his lap, and I forgetwhyI want to talk in the first place the moment I feel myself straddling his muscled thighs.

Mr. Mine is right,I think dreamily.

Why waste time talking now when there's this thing that's oh so big and hard that has started poking my belly?

Poke, poke, pokeit goes, and lust reenters my bloodstream.

His gaze captures mine, and the look in his eyes—-

"You're the one doing it this time," I whisper.

"Do what?"

"Looking at me like you want to eat me."

"Because I do."

Sweet, sweet, sweeeeeet fantasy, baaaaaaby.

When words utterly fail me, there's alwaystheMariah Carey to articulate what I want to say, and everything that's happening right nowisthe sweetest fantasy, since it wasn't so long ago when I really believed it was over between us.

Oh, Mr. Mine.

Mr. Mine stiffens when he sees my lip start to tremble. "What's wrong?"

I wish I can tell him there's truly nothing wrong this time, but all I can do at the moment is bite my lip hard to keep myself from crying stupid tears of joy.

Stop being such a crybaby, self!

Mr. Mine's jaw clenches. "If you're suddenly having second thoughts about me, just forget it."

"But—-"

"I don't give a fuck if you suddenly feel I'm too old for you. You're mine now," he says savagely, "and I'll never let you go."

Oh.

Wow.

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