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What if the sheikh was the one who made the first move? Did that free her to...um...do "something" back?
The thought made her feel faint even though she also knew it was wicked and foolish of her to actually wish for something to happen between the sheikh and her.
She absolutely knew that, but...she just couldn't help it.
What if?
The sheikh only had to make the first move, and just imagining all the dirty things that could happen afterwards had her already-swollen breasts aching for her thoughts to become reality.
Stop turning yourself on, you idiot!
Ember took one last deep breath before turning around. All she meant to do was transfer the kitten into his bed basket, but just as she reached for the sleepy little ball of fur, it was then she noticedwherethe sheikh was staring, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
Oh...yes, I mean, oh no, no, no, no.
The demon prince had noticed that her nipples were fully erect.
And instead of looking away, which she believed he would've done if he wasn't drunk, Ilyas was staring at her nipples like they were making him—-
Oh my God.
Wasthiswhat he meant earlier, when he said he washungry?
Ember could barely think straight as she moved the kitten into his basket and transferred the whole thing to the counter.
The demon prince is drunk, and he knows it.
Ember adjusted the lamp head until it was shining down at the exact angle and radiating sufficient heat for the kitten without blinding it.
That's why he's trying to get rid of me.
Ember swallowed hard.
And I should let him...right?
Ember turned back to face the demon prince, and the first thing she saw was the seriouslyhugebulge behind his pants.
Ilyas sucked his breath when he saw that his secretary's nipples were still proudly stiff under her night shirt.Damn her.How could she not be aware that the crested peaks of her tits were currently crying out for his attention?
It took quite a while, but Ilyas finally managed to drag his gaze away from Ember's engorged breasts.
Damn her, damn her, damn her.
His body was now rigid with arousal, and he knew he was dangerously close to losing control. He had to make her leave before he ended up doing something stupid, but when he met her gaze to tell her that—-
FUCK.
Ilyas saw Ember's wide-eyed gaze glued to his cock - his fully aroused cock, goddammit - and he realized then and there he could not let his secretary stay a second longer.
When Ember saw the sheikh start to speak, she reacted without thinking—-and ended up placing a finger over his lips.
"Ssssh."Ember nodded at the direction of the kitten napping peacefully on the counter. "We can't make any noi—-"
Ilyas flung her hand away, and Ember nearly gasped at the heat in his gaze.
Oh my.
That could either be rage...or passion...or both.
