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“Harper...” The sheikh’s voice was strained. “What you’re doing isn’t helping.”

She didn’t pay attention, only working harder to push him away.

“All this wriggling is simply making me want you more.” And this time the sheikh grabbed one of her hands and shoved it down to where his penis was. Her fingers automatically curled around it, and the sheikh sucked in his breath as her grip tightened.

“Harper.”Her name slipped past the sheikh’s lips in a hoarse groan of desire.

Harper was aghast. And aroused. She hadn’t meant to hold him. But when she felt his erection, her fingers had just moved on its own.

And now, for the life of her, she couldn’t make her fingers let go.

Instead, her fingers started to move.

The sheikh stiffened.

Up, down, up, down.

Oh God, why wouldn’t her fingers stop moving?

“Akhtar.” More.

And she found herself obeying his command, her fingers tightening even as they moved faster, stroking his powerfully twitching phallus up and down, and all the while loving the silky, steely heat of it.

Before she knew it, she was already lifting her hips, her pussy aching, her body writhing restlessly.

“Nem.” Yes.And the sheikh heeded her silent plea as his own hand moved between their bodies, stroking down her waist until he reached her soaking panties.

One hard tear, and the scrap of lace was gone, and his long fingers came into contact with her aching mound.

A gasp tore out of her as his fingers traced her folds at a painfully slow pace.

Her grip on his phallus tightened. “P-please!”

A moment later, one finger slid inside of her, and Harper’s body arched.

Ooooh!

She fell back against the bed with a moan, and this time she couldn’t stop moaning as the sheikh started fucking her with his finger. She tried to match his thrusts with the squeezing strokes of her fingers around his phallus, and soon her breathless pants began to fill the room, mingling with the rough grunts that came out of the sheikh’s throat.

Suddenly, the sheikh pulled away, and she cried out in protest. “No!”

The sheikh rose in his knees, his own hand gripping his phallus, while his finger still thrust in and out of her pussy. A moment later, he was jerking himself off, and another finger slipped inside of her. He fucked her hard with his two fingers, and soon she was crying out, and as he shot his load on her belly, she, too, was coming, her body shuddering as her own cum gushed out of her.

The sight of her lying in sweet helpless abandon on his bed, his cum on her belly, was too damn irresistible for the sheikh, and with a groan Khalil bent down and captured her mouth with his. She kissed him back immediately, her innocent hunger more than a match for his desire, and she didn’t protest at all when he lifted her off the bed and carried her to the en-suite shower.

Harper was in a quiet daze as the sheikh washed her almost like a devoted servant, and she couldn’t help but tremble when he started soaping her body, the strokes of his fingers becoming more and more a caress.

“Such a docile little thing you are now,qalifa.” The sheikh’s tone was a husky murmur.

“I guess...I’m just not the type to beat my head against the wall.” The words came out in little choked gasps, with the sheikh now fondling her breasts from behind.

“You’ve made your decision then?”

“I s-still need a week.”

The sheikh almost smiled. His Harper had never been a pushover, and that she wasn’t going to change now was not displeasing at all. Even so, he wouldn’t make this easy for her. Pulling her closer, he licked her ear, and as she jerked, he said huskily, “At least give me a clue,qalifa.Are you likely to say yes?”

He started tweaking her nipples, and she gasped, “Are you trying to seduce me into obeying you?”