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“Control issues,” he corrected.
She laughed, a really whole-body laugh that made her tits bounce and it took everything in him not to bury his face between them.But the sound of her laugh relaxed something inside him that had turned tense.
“Are you done for the night?”he asked.“I’d like to finish with our Q item.”
Her expression closed down, her lashes lowering once more.
Again he frowned, cupping her face.He could push, figure out what was going on in that big brain.
Or he could eat that sweet pussy until she was limp with pleasure and then tuck her into bed—naked of course—and fall asleep with his hands full of Nomi’s luscious tits.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
Nomi swallowedthe pain and disappointment.Only a minute ago she’d resolved to get this over with as fast as possible.The fact that Tareq felt the same, that he wanted to rush and be done all in one night, made her throat tight with tears.
She was also mad at him, which wasn’t fair to him.If anything, she should be grateful.
She didn’t feel grateful as she pushed up onto her knees, the soft duvet warm from her body.
Tareq scooted over until he was right up against her, then rolled onto his back.
She raised her brows, eyeing his body.Was their last item sex?Was there a “Q” synonym for sex she didn’t know?
Her heartbreak and anger didn’t exactly disappear, but the prospect of dick made her feel quite a bit better about the situation.
“Like what you see?”he asked.
She realized she’d been staring for too long and jerked her attention to his face.“Too many clothes, Sir.”
In response he sat up, his shoulder brushing her, and stripped off his shirt.He did it in that hot way guys did by grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it off.
His bare chest was delicious.No flat six pack abs or cut pecs—that would have been intimidating.Instead, he was nicely muscled with a thick waist.A physique reminiscent of a heavyweight boxer.
“Better?”He lay back, adjusting the pillows and then stacking his hands under his head.
“Definitely.”
He grinned.“Ready to hear about our last item?”
She ignored the word “last.”“Yes, Sir.”
“Queening.”
He was still grinning, his eyes sparkling in a way that made him ridiculously attractive.
Sadly, she had no idea what queening was.
“Um… Queening like ‘queen’ as in monarch, but make it a verb?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t even remember that from the list.”
“Probably why you put a question mark to the left of the word, but officially you marked it as ‘willing to try’.”
“Okay, now that’s ringing a bell.There were a few things I meant to look up later, then go back and adjust my list once I did my research.”
“Looks like you forgot this one.Good for me.”
