Page 16 of My Arabian Billionaire

ChapterFour

“Stop looking at me likethat.”

“Likewhat?”

She glared at the sheikh. “Like that.” And she knew he was just playing dumb. He was gazing at her with that gleam in his eyes again, the look that told her he knew her every secret – and he wouldn’t hesitate using it to toy withher.

Damn sheikh…and damn her for letting Khalil have hisway.

As she had shuddered in the aftermath of her first orgasm, Harper had only been able to watch with dazed eyes when the sheikh bent down to pick up her ripped panties and shove it inside his pocket. After, he had swung her up in his arms and stepped out of the dining room, and the moment she saw the stoic-looking guards stationed at the hallway she had squeaked in embarrassment, closed her eyes, and curled against his chest in a futile attempt to hide herself.

If she didn’t see anything, well, she could pretend that she had seen nothing – and that no one had seen her in return…right?

She had foolishly assumed that the sheikh would carry her back to her suite and that would be the end to their one-night stand (or was it a one-quickie-stand), but when she had heard the doors shut behind them and she had opened her eyes, it was only then Harper had realized the sheikh had taken her to his suite instead.

She had sputtered in shock. What? Why? But the sheikh had ignored this and instead went on carrying her all the way to his en-suite bathroom, which of course was a thousand times more tastefully opulent than she could ever imagine. This time, there wasn’t a hint of the usual white marble seen all over the palace, but instead it was mostly black granite and gold fixtures.

Kingly and masculine, she had thought, momentarily distracted.

But then he had let her slide to her feet and started disrobing her, and Harper had immediately crashed back to earth. “No! Wait! Stop!” She had tried to struggle, she really had, but when he had started kissing her and his fingers started stroking her pussy –

And that, Harper thought glumly, was how she ended up here, naked and sharing a Jacuzzi with His Majesty, while his gaze feasted on her like he owned her body andsoul---

Unable to help it, she growled again, “I said, stop looking at me likethat!”

The sheikh’s breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I can’t.”

Ah!The sensual slide of air against her sensitive earlobe took her completely by surprise, causing Harper to shiver in acute awareness.

“I love looking my fill of you, saghira.”

Harper grimaced. Saghira meant little kitten. Was he saying that he only had to touch her and she wouldmewl---

At the same time, she felt his fingers trail her spine, and her body stretched and arched. His fingers went up, threading through her hair, and her head fell back, her lips parting as shemew---

Her eyes flewopen!

No! Hell no! she was not going to be his saghira, dammit!

And so she yanked away from him, water splashing about their bodies as she crossed her arms over her breasts and whirled around to face him, growling, “Stop touching me like that, too.”

But Khalil only gave her a lazy, predatory smile. “Enjoying it toomuch?”

“Ye – I mean, no!” Shit. That smile was too sexy, and it was confusing the heck out ofher.

He raised a brow. “Is it a yes or ano?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she snapped, “because I’m out of here.” She tried to rise out of the water after that, hoping for a quick escape, but of course Khalil proved too fast, and she had only risen an inch before he had hauled her back to the water, causing Harper to tumble down, her breasts flat against his chest.

Oh!

“How stubborn you are, qalifa,” the sheikh sighed. “Did I not warn you earlier about leaving without my permission?”

“Permission?” she choked out. “I don’t need your damn permission---”

At the same time, Khalil murmured, “I must claim another part of your body as punishment.”

Punishment? She gaped at him. Was he mad? People didn’t punish other people just because they had left without saying goodbye. Didn’t he freaking know that? She opened her mouth to argue –

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