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For while her movements became more clumsy, his were sure and true—torturing, tantalising, tormenting her.
She bowed back, forced to release her hold on him as the shattered sobs gathered in her lungs. The waves were building too fast for her to breathe, to think, to concentrate, to focus on anything but the tumultuous swell of pleasure. She moaned as the pulsing heat rose up from her core like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path.
He planted a hand on her back to bring her forward, to suckle her nipple, deep into his mouth at the exact moment the wave crashed through her.
She cried out, seeming to ride on the crest for what felt like an eternity. His fingers driving her up, and over, again.
At last she collapsed against him. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back furiously.
Don’t cry, or he’ll know you’ve never done this before.
‘Shh…’ he murmured against her cheek. He gathered her hair in a tail with one hand and gently tugged, forcing her to raise her head, so he could stare at her with those dark eyes.
But where she had expected to see accusation, disgust—she hadn’t upheld her part of the bargain after all, had left him wanting—instead a sensual smile curved his lips.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
‘Yes, that was…’ she had no words, she realised ‘…really hot.’
He barked out a laugh.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Because it was really hot to watch.’
‘You’re not angry?’ she blurted out, still confused by his reaction.
His shaft was still so hard, so huge, pressed into her belly.
Patrick had been furious with her, when she had failed to get him off once, while they necked. Although that had been nothing like this. Patrick had never touched her, or tasted her the way Karim had, had never even seen her naked, or semi naked. But he’d told her men had expectations, surely Karim would have them too—why wasn’t he mad at her? For prioritising her own pleasure?
‘Are you joking?’ he said. The puzzled frown only made him look more seductive and made her feel more insecure.
‘I didn’t…’ She glanced down, seeing the hard length still trapped between them. ‘I didn’t take care of you.’
He chuckled, the sound strained but no less amused. The sound reverberated off the leather seats, making her both painfully embarrassed, but also strangely comforted. At least he definitely wasn’t mad with her.
‘You’re such a surprise,’ he said when the chuckles had finally stopped.
For a heartbeat, maybe even two, she thought she saw genuine affection in his eyes, as he ran a thumb down the side of her face and stared into her eyes. Her heart swelled painfully into her throat, with a yearning far stronger than the one she’d just experienced.
‘It’s not an obligation, Orla. Or a race. We can easily remedy that once we’re in a bed and I can take you properly. This was just a taste. Suffice it to say, what you did do will probably keep me hard until then.’
She nodded, the yearning, and the fear that went with it, starting to choke her.
Don’t need more from him, Orla. Don’t you dare. This is just sex. No biggie.
The sudden tap on the door had them both jumping. It was only then she realised the car had stopped moving. When had that happened?
Mortification hit and she scrambled off his lap, trying to tug up her dress.
Karim chuckled again before shouting, ‘Mark, I told you not to disturb us.’
He readjusted his own clothing, with a nonchalance that suggested how commonplace the experience they’d just shared must be for him. She tried not to let it derail all her happy thoughts, or the endorphins still charging through her system.
He probably turned women to mush in the back seat of his limo every other day of the week. Didn’t mean this couldn’t be special, precious, for her.
Still just sex, remember.
‘I’m sorry, Your Highness, it’s not Mark, it’s Muhammed,’ came the reply from outside the car. ‘We have just received urgent news from Zafar. News I thought you should hear immediately.’
