The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress
“My mind was fabulous, I knew this, and even from a young age I knew I was much smarter than most of my peers. I was okay to look at, but I rarely wore makeup or did my hair. I had nice hair, but I usually just kept it up in a ponytail or a bun, and I never thought too much about my clothes. Of course, now I was going to be working for daddy, which meant I needed to gather a few dresses and work appropriate attire. I just couldn’t imagine what Omar had found so desirable about me. He was stun...ning and obviously a powerful, wealthy man that always got what he wanted. Why did he want me? And I still couldn’t deny what my own body was telling me, what my body ached for now; literally hurt it ached so intensely. I knew who it ached for, and it bothered me. I went to bed before dad got home, and I slept, although my dreams were filled with Omar. Just him and that seductive chocolate skin of his and those deep amber eyes that were eternally fixed on me, just me. I woke up with my hand inside my pajama bottoms, and my body was drenched with heat and slick need. I was ready for the Arabian warrior to pillage my vessel, and that ache I’d felt earlier, notched up to an even higher level.MoreLess
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