AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Since her royal bosshole was a multitasking fanatic, this wasnotthe first time Ilyas would talk to her about work while he was changing or taking a shower.
If I can handle this before, I can handle it again. Right?
"Ember?"
The demon prince's impatient voice snapped her out her reverie, and Ember cleared her throat. "Sorry, I—-"
"Do I have anything to worry about with the program?"
Ember quickly shook her head. "Nothing at all. I was able to find someone exceptionally suitable to take over the last slot—-" Ember caught sight of the sheikh pulling his shirt over his head and immediately turned around.
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"Um..." Ember tried not to be distracted by the sound of the sheikh removing his clothes. "The email, um, came in just this morning."Oh God.She sounded so ridiculously breathless even to her ears. "I didn't have a chance to tell you since I was already with Prue. I'm sorry..." Ember's voice trailed off just as she heard the glass door to the shower open and close.
(No turn around, no turn around, no turn around!)
"Fuck." The sheikh's expletive coincided with the blast of water from the showerhead, and the sound had Ember jumping in a way that she ended upaccidentallyturning back to face him.
Oh.
She had no idea what had caused the sheikh to swear, but with Ember nowaccidentallyfacing in the direction of the shower, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the view, would it?
And the view was very, very dirty.
Ember felt her throat turn dry at the way the frosted glass panes allowed her to see the outline of the sheikh's lethally perfect body from the side. There wasn't even the slightest bulge of fat in his belly, andoh...my...God.
"Ember?"
Was that his cock?
"—-are you still listening?"
Ember's face turned red when she realized how her brain had ceased to function in the past five seconds. "Sorry," she managed to croak out. "It's just so large—-"Shit!"I mean, I waslargelydistracted by, um..."
"Distracted by what?"
"I, um..."
Oh my God.
Ember's brain shut down for the second time when she realized that what she saw earlier was indeed the sheikh's cock.
She was absolutely certain of that now...since the sheikh's outline against the frosted glass showed her royal bosshole holding said cock between his fingers, andoh my God,was he pleasuring himself while talking to her?
"Never mind."
Was it just her imagination or did the sheikh's voice sound thicker than usual?
"What time did you leave this morning?"
She strained her ears in hopes of catching the telltale sound of the sheikh jerking himself off, but it was impossible to hear anything over the steamy blast of water coming from the showerhead.
"Ember?"
She tried to remember what the sheikh had asked her earlier, but all she could think of right now was how his hand was moving so much faster, and the sight made her want to start touching herself.
"Ember, dammit."
