Page 34 of The Sheikh's Temporary Girlfriend

She managed a watery smile. “Then how can I say no.”

His amber gaze warming, he bent, his lips that brushed across hers firing up her nerve endings and reminding her just how much shedidwant him. He pulled back, his gaze stark. “Our jet is waiting.”

A little over an hour later she was climbing the steps to his jet, feeling a little self-conscious that she was wearing nothing more than her sandals and the sundress she’d thrown over her bikini before she’d left her house. Her wetsuit, towel and straw hat had been left in her locker inside the surf school building.

She took one of the luxurious leather seats right next to the window, wincing as she imagined the sand and salt she’d leave behind. Basam sat next to her as the jet’s engine started, and the same pretty brunette air hostess approached them once again, her eyes widening at seeing Amber and no doubt questioning Basam’s taste.

The brunette no doubt remembered the passionate kiss Amber and Basam had shared at the jet’s open door while the press had snapped images of them both. It had been day two of her contract. It could have been yesterday even as it could have been a hundred years ago.

“Sheikh Basam,” the air hostess said reverently. She smiled and nodded at Amber. “Amber, it’s lovely to see you again.”

She resisted touching her corkscrew hair that was barely restrained now. “You too,” she managed.

The air hostess beamed. “Would you like something to drink before takeoff?”

Basam looked at Amber. “Champagne?”

She nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

She hadn’t touched a drop since returning to Australia, but suddenly she needed alcoholic reinforcement. Anything to dull her heightened emotions, including the flood of guilt for what she’d done to Basam.

They had just enough time to drink their fruity bubbly before the air hostess retrieved their glasses, the jet slowly taxiing toward the runway.

Only once they’d taken off and reached altitude did Basam unclip her seatbelt, then his, and said, “I think a shower is in order.”

She nodded. She’d never been so keen to wash the salt water out of her hair and the sand off her body. And she had no doubt he’d brought along half the wardrobe of clothes she’d left behind. “I’d love that.”

The glint in his eyes told her that he had no objection, either.

A surge of thrilling anticipation started low in her stomach before flooding through her body. She needed Basam’s mouth on hers and his body inside her. One night with him hadn’t been anywhere near enough, she was greedy for him.

He took her hand as they walked down the aisle, then turned into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them, his mouth claiming hers once again as they began pulling off each other’s clothes.

They didn’t make it to the bathroom. They were both naked when he tipped her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his mouth again pressing onto hers as he reached down and rubbed her clit with an expertise that left her gasping beneath him, her body quaking.

He was poised over her, his cock aligned to her center, when he drove inside her. She gasped.Holy shit!He was bare inside her and it felt wonderful. But she wasn’t ready for an accidental pregnancy.

She tore her mouth from his. “We’re not protected.”

His amber eyes gleamed. “I’m clean and I know you are.”

Of course he did. He’d probably researched her more thoroughly now than Maram had. She squirmed a little beneath him even as she managed a glare. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

His smile looked pained. “I’ll pull out.”

She was too far gone to argue there was still a chance his pre-cum could get her pregnant. She was just glad the odds were far less likely. Then he began to stroke inside her and she would have been lucky to remember her name. Everything was centered on the pleasure building inside her.

He kneeled, lifting her flush against him, then stroked deeper and harder, the different angle hitting a place inside her that pushed her straight into orgasm, her strangled shout as she climaxed violently probably heard by everyone onboard. In that moment she didn’t care, she surrendered completely to Basam, her whole body shuddering as her inner muscles clenched and released.

He slid out, then erupted with a hoarse groan, his seed pulsating over her breasts, marking her. He reinforced it with a growled, “You’re mine, sunshine.”

Chapter Eighteen

Amber climbed out of the car and was immediately hit with a heatwave thanks to the midday sun.

She smiled. It was just like coming home again.

The feeling only grew as she followed Basam into his palace, where two of his guards bowed their heads. He nodded back to them before he continued through the palace, but instead of taking her to his suite of rooms, he directed her along some other corridors.

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