Page 42 of My Arabian Billionaire

Chapter Eleven

“I thoughtwe weren’t going to have a honeymoon,” Harper exclaimed the next day while rushing to keep up with the sheikh’s long-legged stride. “You said you had loads---”

“Of cum to shoot intoyou?”

Harper gasped and tripped on her feet, and the sheikh laughed as he helped her up, with Harper still looking around them, a fearful expression on her face. There were guards all around them, but they were poker-faced, their expressions giving nothing away. Even so, it still left her mortified, and she turned to the sheikh, hissing, “I can’t believe you saidthat.”

“I normally don’t say such things,” the sheikh admitted musingly, “but there’s just something aboutyou---”

“That makes you want to be a bully?” Harper snarled sarcastically.

The sheikh blinked. “Why, yes. Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s exactly why I only like saying such things to you.” His tone was all innocent surprise, but she wasn’t fooled, not with the sly gleam in his darkeyes.

“You twisted---”But they had made it to the tarmac by this time, and she snapped her mouth shut, not wanting the public’s first impression of her to be that of a nagging wife. The staff all bowed in the presence of the sheikh, and when their eyes met hers, they bowed as well, making Harper start.

The sheikh took her hand, his fingers giving hers a gentle squeeze. “In time,” he murmured under his breath, “you will get used toit.”

Harper didn’t think so, but she only nodded, not wanting to make a fuss aboutit.

As they neared the plane’s elevator, the sheikh surprised Harper when he suddenly bent to sweep her up in hisarms.

“Sheikh!”

He smiled. “Just carrying my bride over the threshold.” He stepped inside the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he looked at her, and she looked athim---

By the time they made it to the third floor, Harper and the sheikh were caught up in a torrid kiss, and the guards hastily jumped out of their way as the sheikh strode purposefully towards his cabin. He kicked the door shut, and then he was throwing her on the bed, and Harper couldn’t help giggling as he dove right after, his weight landing on top of herbody.

“I’ve been thinking of doing this the entire morning,” the sheikh confessed roughly.

“Y-youdid?”

His eyes bored down at her. “Are you telling me you haven’t?”

She wanted to lie, but pride forbade her from doing so, and in the end Harper said grudgingly, “I did, too.”

The sheikh’s lips curved. “Then tellme.”

She stiffened.

The sheikh started nibbling on her lips. “Tellme.”

She started to shake her head, but when the sheikh’s mouth moved down her neck, she couldn’t help shivering and moaning.

“Tell me.” His voice was gently coaxing, but his touch was just the delicious sort of rough when he took hold of her abaya –

RIIIIIIP.

“Sheikh!”

But another loud rip followed this, the sheikh systematically tearing her clothes off, leaving her trembling in a delicious mixture of fear and excitement. In the years she had known the sheikh, he had always been cool, calm, and collected, and although she had occasionally glimpsed a disconcerting sense of intensity in his dark gaze, Harper had never thought he could bethis…

Beast-like.

The sheikh’s head lifted, immediately sensing the change in Harper. “What isit?”

Without meeting his gaze, she muttered, “I just remembered…” Her voice trailed off, but her fingers unconsciously dug deep into his back, and the sheikh frowned.

“I am your husband now, Harper. It is my duty to solve your problems---”

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