Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
He kept his hand against the wall as pleasure shuddered through his body.
All of last night's memories had come flooding back the moment he saw Ember staring at his outline from the other side of the door, and that had been it for him.
He had wanted her in an instant, needed to fucking cum in the next, but even though he was now all spent, his cock was still standing stiff and proud—-
Ember cried out when the glass door suddenly opened, and she found herself staring at the sheikh's naked body.
"Sheikh!"
But Ilyas only stared at her broodingly.
"It's not as if you haven't seen my cock before...or tasted it."
Chapter Six
Priorities.
It was the secret to a well-organized life, her royal bosshole once told her, and Ember, having only been in his employ for two weeks at that time, had nodded in earnest agreement. Yes, Your Highness. Priorities. Got it.
Every moment should be spent according to one's priorities, and right now, Ember knew her topmost priority was to demand to know the truth.
Why did you act like last night didn't happen?
But instead she found herself doing the opposite.
As her royal bosshole also once told her, distraction was the mother of chaos, and that was exactly what her problem was right now.
The demon prince's magnificently naked body was a huge distraction, especially since him being all wet and hard was another weakness of hers. She was just dirty like that, and it was why Ember couldn't make herself look away.
Yum yum - I mean, yuck yuck!
The sheikh was so, um, disgustingly hard all over, and what was up with that, uh, horrendously huge cock of his? Why was it jutting up so, er, grossly like that? It was like a fucking pole, literally and—-
"You're staring at my cock like you miss it."
Yes, I mean no, of course not, duh!
"Do you, Ember?"
Ember bit back a groan. So unfair. The sheikh was crooning again, and the sound of it had her pussy turning juicy even as his words made her want to kick him in the groin.
"Do you miss it?"
"No," she finally managed to hiss out, even as her shameless pussy cried juicy tears that made her inner folds thicken and swell.
"Then why are you still staring at my cock?"
"Because it's i—-" Her voice trailed off when she realized she had almost blurted out something i...diotic.
The sheikh raised a brow. "I—-?"
"Icky!" Yes, that was what she meant to say, and not incredible, duh. "Your cock is icky," Ember stressed in a rush, "so will you please cover yourself?"
The sheikh smirked even as he slowly wrapped the towel around his lips, and although Ember knew she should really stop staring by now—-
How could she when this might her the last time to see his, uh, hideously huge cock?
"Shall I take it off again?"
Amusement underscored the demon prince's drawl, and color burst in her cheeks when she realized he had been watching her stare at him the entire time.
"Shut—-"
But the sheikh cut her off as he gritted out, "Why didn't you talk to me about last night?"
A few seconds passed, and his secretary then retorted, "Why should I be the first one to say something?"
His secretary's tone might be scornful, but Ilyas had also seen the flash of pain in her eyes, and he realized grimly that he had ended up hurting Ember without knowing it.
"You're right."
Did the sheikh just say SHE was right?
Ilyas' lips twisted in a smile at the suspicious look his secretary threw at him. "I should've been the first one to say something about it—-"
"Then why didn't you?" she questioned stiffly.
"Because I didn't remember a fucking thing—-"
Ember's eyes widened.
"—-until I was listening to you talk while I was in the shower. You sounded breathless, and it sounded...familiar."
She remembered that moment, and she realized that was why he had suddenly cursed in the middle of his shower.
However—-
Ember tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You remembered wrong."
"Have I?"
"I was never breathless."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"You were never breathless...just like being with me now isn't turning you on?"
Ember saw the sheikh staring pointedly at her nipples, which were unfortunately pointing back at him.
Eep!
Ilyas smirked at the way his secretary quickly crossed her arms over her chest. But just as he was about to tell her she had nothing to hide—-
"I'm going out to make some coffee."
What the hell?
Ember had already hurried off before he could say a word, and when he joined her in the living room, it was to see that she was already hard at work by the espresso machine. The damn woman really did believe coffee solved everything, and it was both fucking maddening and cute at the same time.
Ember could feel the demon prince staring at her as she fought to keep her hand steady while pouring milk into her glass, and the intensity of his gaze was making her feel like she was acting in his personal porn movie again.