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He was?
“And as for the answer – may I show you instead?”
Anisah shrugged uneasily, confused and just a bit apprehensive now that she had finally noticed the dangerous glitter in his ebony gaze. “It’s up to you – ah!” Anisah had barely finished speaking when the sheikh suddenly placed his hands around her waist and lifted her up—-
In the next second, she found herself splayed on the table, and she let out a cry as the sheikh shoved everything else off the table with one quick sweep of his arm.
“Sheikh—-”
His mouth covered hers, and the heat of his kiss devoured her thoughts in an instant, the movement of his lips drowning her in a deluge of sensations.
Ooooooooh.
One...two...and...a...half.
That was all it took. Two and a half seconds for her resistance to crumble, and the moment the sheikh’s tongue slipped between her lips, she found herself yielding to him, her lips parting, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her soft, aching body melting against his hardness.
“Tory, God.”
The way the sheikh groaned out his pet name for her had Anisah whimpering, and she could only arch her neck as his mouth left hers and moved downwards. A sob escaped her when he sucked on her neck, and another sob slipped past her lips when his mouth moved farther down, closer and closer to the fully erect nipples that were silently begging for his touch.
The doors to the ice cream parlor flew open at that moment, but by this time Anisah and the sheikh were too lost in each other to notice. Hyacinth entered the establishment, equally oblivious, with her head bowed and her distracted gaze focused on the paper bags she was carrying.
How much did she end up spending again, Hyacinth wondered. Would Anisah be mad if she had spent a little over her budget? She looked up, intending to ask her sister this, but no words came out of her mouth.
Anisah...was on the table...and the sheikh...was sucking on her breasts.
A gasp broke out of Hyacinth’s throat, and this time the sound was loud enough to penetrate the haze of passion that had clouded the couple’s senses.
The sheikh abruptly pulled away while Anisah let out a choking sound of dismay. When Anisah almost fell off the table in her haste to get down, Tarif took command and stilled her movements with a gentle touch on her elbow. “Allow me, anisdi.”
The sheikh’s serious tone penetrated Anisah’s shock, and she found herself letting him take her hand as he helped her off the table.
Hyacinth couldn’t stop staring at the tableau unfolding before her. It was her first time to see her older sister so docile, and Hyacinth didn’t quite know how to feel about it. The sheikh was also holding Anisah like she was made of precious glass, and she had no idea what to make of it either.
Gnawing on her lip in apprehension, Hyacinth asked in a faint, uncertain voice, “Does this mean I was right to text you?”
Anisah turned to her half-sister with a confused look. “What text?”
At the same time, the sheikh straightened to his full height and turned to meet Anisah’s gaze calmly as he answered, “Yes. You were.”
Chapter Eleven
“Good morning, and welcome to Internet Communication Protocol. Assuming you’ve taken the required time to read the syllabus for this course prior to today’s meeting, then there is no need for me to waste my time with introductions.” A pause – just before the professor then arched one eyebrow at her class. “Or is there?”
The whole class mumbled a ‘no.’
“Excellent.” One corner of the professor’s lips turned up in what might be considered a smile of approval, but it disappeared so quickly the students wondered if they had merely imagined it.
“Now, to further clarify the overview stated in the syllabus, this course is not meant to teach you the ideal number of hashtags you can use in your post or the best filter to communicate your attractiveness to the world. If that was what you imagined this course to be—-” The professor politely gestured to the door. “You may apply for a withdrawal now without any worries of getting a failing grade.”
Five students didn’t hesitate to grab their things and leave, but judging by the relieved expressions on their faces, their reason had to do more with the terror their professor inspired rather than the newly expanded description of their course.
The door slammed shut behind them with a loud thud, and everyone flinched at the sound.
“Anyone else want to do the same?”
All thirty-seven students slowly shook their heads, no longer capable of uttering even a single sound.
