Page 15 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

Because this is wrong.

Even if Jamieson is cheating on me right this very moment.

It doesn't make this any less wrong.

So, so, wrong.

And when I try shoving him off another time, it actually works.

Zahir lifts his head, and tears fall faster down my cheeks as our gazes collide.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could say it out loud, but all I can do is look at him and hope with all my heart that he can hear the agonized whispers of my soul—-

I'm so, so sorry.

—-even as we both hear Jamieson and Rebecca start tearing off each other's clothes.

So, so sorry.

"You're so fucking hot, Becs."

My lips part the moment I hear Jamieson groan.

I'm not even sure if I want to sob or scream.

All I know is that I want them to stop.

I want them to know I'm here.

I want them to realize what they're doing iswrong.

But I can't.

Because Zahir's hand is now clamped over my mouth—-

"I can't get enough of your tits!"

—-and he makes his move the moment Jamieson growls the words out.

Our positions change in a blink, and Zahir is suddenly standing behind me, my back against his chest, and I can no longer hide from the sight of my boyfriend burying his face between Rebecca's breasts like he's eager to drown himself in a valley of forbidden flesh.

"It's all yours, boss,"Rebecca moans.

"That's what I want to hear, babe."

But just as Jamieson takes her nipple into his mouth—-

That's when I also feel Zahir's hand delving inside my sweatshirt—-

And all I can do is whimper against the hand covering my mouth.

This is insane.

And yet my body only buckles against his as he starts plucking my nipple between his fingers.

Shame and pleasure melt into one burning sensation.

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