Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
And I was right.
The sheikh came with a rough growl, his dick swelling and twitching hard as it spurted out a huge load of cum inside my mouth, and the thick, creamy liquid shot down my throat so fast that I barely tasted it.
Oh God.
The sheikh gripped my head tightly as his hips jerked up, and my throat started working overtime as his dick kept pumping out load after fucking load. By the time I felt his grip ease, I was breathless and half-dizzy with desire even though I was the one who had pleasured him and not the other way around.
His fingers cupped my chin, and it didn't even occur to me to resist. I let him tip my face up, and as our gazes met, I caught my breath at what I saw.
A lightning-quick flash of emotion that glittered in his dark, smoldering eyes, appearing and disappearing so quickly that I could be forgiven for thinking I had only imagined it.
But I hadn't.
I swear to God, would bet my fucking life I hadn't imagined it.
And what I saw—-
Oh God.
It was that little something called...love.
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Chapter Nine
There were only two penthouse apartments in the building, the sheikh had told me as we stepped inside the private lift. One was his, and the lone unit across it was mine. Decorated in an ombré of greys and subtle wood accents, the apartment had high ceilings, multiple balconies, and more bedrooms than I knew what to do with. It was also enormous as hell, with its antechamber alone about five times larger than my dorm room.
The house tour had taken less than half an hour, and after that the sheikh had briefly excused himself, saying he had business calls to make. You can keep your maidenhead for three nights as agreed, the sheikh had mockingly said in parting. But if you feel you are unable to wait that long to have my cock inside of you, remember that I am only next door...
I had told him to fuck off, natch, but him being a cocky piece of sheikh, he had only smirked and strolled off like he knew I was totally unable to stop staring at his lean, hard butt.
Which had also been true, unfortunately, and even though it was the next day now, the memory of how he had literally caught me doing it, when the sheikh suddenly glanced at me over one muscular shoulder...
My body shook with a shudder of self-disgust, and I angrily ran my hairbrush through my still-wet locks as I glared at my reflection on the vanity mirror.
You are in deep, deep shit, Teller, and you'll just sink deeper in poop if you don't find a way to sort yourself out!
It was just crazy mortifying, every time I let myself think of how I had actually convinced myself that I had seen love in the sinful darkness of the sheikh's gaze.
He was a piece of sheikh, dammit, and assholes like him didn't do love!
My lapse of judgment still had me smarting as I changed into my usual shirt and jeans and started stuffing books into my backpack. Green Lit Moving Company, whoever they were, had done an awesome job packing and unpacking my things. Even though this apartment was X number of times larger than my place, they had somehow managed to store everything in such a way that I hadn't any problems finding which cabinet or drawer stored which.
After closing the bedroom door behind me, I had only taken a few steps into the living room when I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned to see the sheikh already lounging by the kitchen island.
"Good morning, Ms. Teller."
"Good morning," I said warily, his smiling courteousness putting me on guard right away.
"Did you have any wet dreams of me last night?"
Knew it.
Once an asshole, always an asshole, and I simply shot him a look. Drop dead, will you?
The sheikh threw his dark head back with a laugh. "I was slightly concerned you'd act coy and shy this morning," he drawled, "but I'm immensely pleased to be wrong."
"That's more Dahlia's thing than mine," I retorted even though in truth, there was a part of me that had immediately started tingling at the sight of him. I mean, seriously, he was just too fucking hot to be real. He made descriptions like 'tall, dark, and handsome' so ridiculously inadequate, with every tanned, muscular inch of him seemingly sculpted to enslave a woman's senses.