The Sheikh's Destiny
“Then it had diverged onto a totally unexpected path.Instead of continuing his seduction, he’d risen to his feet. He now stood brooding down at her.“Rashid, arjook...”Was that her voice? That thick, covetous rasp?But who could blame her? The man she’d fantasized about all her life was standing before her, proving her most extravagant fantasies of him modest.Instead of answering her plea, he was turning away, tossing words over his shoulder. “You won’t appreciate me all over you sweaty like this.” Before she could cry out that she loved him sweaty like that, would want him all over her even slathered in mud, he dragged his blunt fingernails down his face, producing a scratching sound that deluged her in a fresh bout of tremors. “I’ve also grown some industrial strength sandpaper.”Next second, he disappeared into the bathroom.* * *The moment he closed the bathroom door, Rashid bolted into the shower, turned it on cold and plunged beneath its freezing spray.Gulping down air, he squeezed h...is eyes shut, leaned his flaming forehead against the cold tiles, willing the icy needles to pummel arousal’s hold on his senses.What was he doing?This had progressed so fast.MoreLess
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