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Goldilocks. When did the best things come to people who rushed through life?”
    She gritted her teeth even as her precious pearl seemed to bother her even more, to beat even faster in time with her heart. “But only if they don’t die first.”
    “I don’t think anyone has ever actually died of sexual frustration,” he teased, kissing her throat.
    “I might be the first, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” she asked.
    He shook his head even as he pushed his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pulled as hard as he could. She hissed as the thin material tore in his grasp. Spreading her legs apart, she let Bahan take the lace away from her. He shocked her by bringing the panties to his nose and giving a quick, deliberate sniff.
    “You’re so very ready for me, aren’t you?”
    “Have been,” she said, surprising herself.
    His grin widened even as he shoved her ruined panties in the pocket of his pants. “I may very well keep those knickers for later.”
    “I love that random Britishness about you,” she said, her voice sounding raspy and desperate. It was all she could do to keep up rational thought when the desire was pulsing out from her core so desperately.
    Bahan chuckled. “I aim to please, Goldilocks.” Then he ran his hands in tandem up her thighs, squeezing them lightly as he did so. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
    “Bahan…my sheikh,” she gasped.
    He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking at her secret lips and massaging the velvet of them. “And you’re so very ready for me. Does this feel good, princess?”
    She nodded and moaned a bit. Jennifer couldn’t utter a full sentence now if her entire life depended on it.
    God, just keep going.
    Then he slid two of his fingers—so thick and so long—in past her slit and deep into her core. She almost stumbled then, the sensation too much for her. He pulled his fingers out slowly and licked them.
    “Like the nectar of the gods.”
    She wanted to snort her derision, but she was too busy wishing that he’d attend to all of her needs. Still, it was something Dustin had always complained about. She’d rarely known a man who seemed legitimately interested in this.
    “I…”
    He leaned up and licked her secret lips, swirling his tongue over them, lapping up any wetness he found there before latching his mouth over her tender, pulsing rosebud. She bucked her hips against his face almost out of instinct, desperate to give him the best angle possible. Bahana started slowly, teasing her with light suckling of her pearl. Then he pulled back enough to flick his tongue fast and furiously against that sensitive bundle of hidden nerves. It amazed her how fast he could go, how the rapid laving of his tongue was so quick.
    She felt all of it then, the sensations swirling around her—the hard wall against her back, the strength of his hands as they dug into her thighs, and the scent of both of them, so sweaty and musky. But it was the cresting wave of pleasure that tantalized her, drove her mad as they made love. Her body quivered beneath his efforts, until the tsunami finally collapsed over her, sweeping all rational thought aside as she submitted to the ecstasy drowning her.
    When she could finally focus again, she sagged into Bahan’s arms and looked back up at him. “That was…”
    “For me too,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Now, let’s rest. I have so many plans for you while I’m in town, and we don’t have to do all of them right away.”

Chapter Four
    It had been almost like severing a limb to see her leave. He’d wanted to spend the day with her, maybe even attempt ice skating by Rockefeller Center. Bahan wanted to show her all the kitschy things he heard tourists did in New York at Christmastime, give her the holiday traditions all at once that his poor Goldilocks had to skip for so many years. But she’d scurried off after a lazy breakfast, admitting she still had to spend time with her sister and work on