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from her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
    A rough male voice cut through the haze of her
bliss. Strong arms picked her up from the pillow as if she weighed
nothing. The sheik stood next to her while one of his guards now
held her in his arms. The sheik’s dark eyes examined her with such
desire that her recently sated need stirred back to life. A small
smile quirked the edges of his full lips as she returned his gaze
with open curiosity. Handsome, strong, and powerful, he was her
walking wet dream in his turban and white robe. They left the harem
and moved into the main section of the lavish palace. A sense of
victory accompanied her desire as she realized the sultan had
chosen her out of all those women.
    Her pussy still throbbed, tender and swollen, as she
was carried down the hall. She glanced up and found the guard
staring at the tip of her nipple that peeked out of her top. It was
flushed and rose-colored against the golden fabric. Frowning at
him, she shook off the hazy pleasure that suffused her after her
orgasm with Sula and pulled at the bikini top. She belonged to the
sheik. Her body was for his pleasure alone. The guard’s hold on her
body tightened, but he looked away.
    They reached the sheik’s opulent bedroom, and the
guard lowered her to the silk-covered bed. Before he stepped away,
he gave her a look filled with longing, but her attention was
totally focused on the sheik, who stood beneath a pair of arches
leading to the private garden festooned with flowering plants. The
sound of a splashing fountain filled the air.
    With his back to them, the sheik said, “Leave
us.”
    His voice was wonderful, a deep baritone that made
her sigh and stretch out on the sheets. He was all hers now, and
she would show him he had made the right choice.
    The click of the massive door shutting as the guard
left made her heartbeat race. Finally she was alone with her sheik.
Adrenaline heightened her senses, and she could smell his scent
being carried on the breeze. Masculine with a dark musk that she
longed to taste.
    Pulling herself off the slippery bed, she padded
across the cool marble floor on bare feet and stopped just behind
him. She trailed her hand over his broad shoulders and marveled at
the touch. The firm muscles of his back tensed beneath her
fingertips. He was tall, and she only came up to his shoulder. Just
how she liked her men.
    He turned, and the look in his eyes made the breath
in her throat catch. Lust, hunger, and something softer, almost
tender.
    “Maeve,” he said and stroked a hand down her cheek
lightly as if she were the most delicate thing in the universe.
    The emotion in his voice made her lower her head and
blush. He was really good at his role. “I’m glad you chose me.” She
was becoming more emotionally involved with this fantasy than she
had been with anyone in the real world in a long time. Determined
not to let her fears of emotional intimacy ruin this amazing
experience, she locked away her doubts in a small box and gave
herself over to living in this once-in-a-lifetime experience.
    He tipped her face up to his, then leaned in,
brushing his lips gently over hers before whispering, “As if there
could ever be anyone but you.”
    Glorious . That was the only word her stunned
mind could summon as he claimed her mouth.
    He licked at the seam of her lips, and she could
smell a hint of cinnamon on his breath. He moved his mouth against
hers just how she liked it. The need that was always so close to
the surface burned through her blood, and her already wet pussy
ached. She marveled at the way they fit together, and wondered how
he knew exactly how she wanted to be kissed. As his tongue stroked
against hers, she decided she didn’t care how he knew what to do to
her as long as he kept on doing it.
    She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders; his
size made her feel tiny and utterly feminine. His restless fingers
moved through her hair and pulled lightly, another thing