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His eyes narrowed.“I won.You’re not supposed to enjoy this.”
“I’m… not.”
“Liar.”
Flinging the belt away, he picked her up and carried her to the gurney.She’d barely caught her breath before he was parting her thighs.
His tongue on her clit ripped a cry from her throat.Relentlessly, he took her to the edge, then left her there until the impending orgasm had receded.
After a third time, he straightened.
“That’s all you’re getting for now.”
“Zach!”
He silently debated for a moment before he pushed a shaky hand through his hair.“No.You brought this on yourself, baby.You get to suffer as much as I do.Anyway, we have to go or we’ll be late for our reservation.”
“What reservation?”she husked out.
He walked to a corner of the room and picked up the belt.“The one I arranged as a treat for you, and no… it’s not another camel ride, although I assure you, you haven’t lived until you ride a camel in the black desert night.”
“I think I’ll pass that particular treat until my next lifetime.I’ve heard that scorpions the size of buses come out at night in these parts.”
“You have nothing to fear, Bethany.I’ll protect you.”
She trembled again.He saw it, and his mouth curved slightly with male satisfaction.
Ten minutes later, adorned in the indigo lace dress and trembling with unspent energy, she asked, “So what did you plan?”
“We’re going to a show.Of sorts.”As they went down the stairs, she noticed he still had the belt.“Gimme a sec.I need to do something.”
She followed him to the kitchen where the open fire used for baking traditional bread roared away.He strode to the fire and threw the belt in.
Shocked laughter bubbled from her chest.“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Believe it.Now, let’s go and enjoy our show.”
* * *
Two hours later, Bethany was rudely introduced to another bout of gut-ripping jealousy.She sat in her cushioned banquet seat at the exclusive restaurant Zachary had brought her to in Gueliz and tried to keep her emotions under control.
An impossible task when the approaching rhythmic jiggles signaled the return of the exotic creature who’d been the source of Bethany’s simmering anger for the last hour.
Of the three belly dancers who weaved between the tables, she was the most stunning, with eyes that promised celestial delights and hips that rolled with impossible sensuality.
That she’d made a beeline for Zach the moment she’d seen him had set Bethany’s teeth on edge.That he’d made no effort to ignore her every hypnotic move had made Bethany want to slap his face.Hard.
“You’re not eating,” he observed as the dancer drew closer.
“I’m surprised you noticed.”
A frown touched his forehead.“What are you talking about?”
The belly dancer was once again in front of him, swaying and rolling like a cobra to a charmer’s tune.“Nothing.Enjoy your show.”
His eyebrows rose.“My show?”
The jingling grew almost deafening.Zach turned just as the dancer bent forward and offered him her two bountiful, barely restrained breasts.