The Sheik and the Princess Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 8)(59) by Susan Mallery
“You’re not angry?” she asked, sounding stunned.
“No. I am delighted.” More than that, but again not a conversation they needed to have.
She flung herself at him. “Thank you, Prince Jefri. Thank you a thousand times.”
“I appreciate your enthusiasm at not becoming my wife.”
She giggled. “You know I don’t mean it that way.”
She straightened and stared at him. “About Doyle. Please don’t hurt him. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“So you keep saying.” He pretended to consider the matter. “I suppose you want to keep seeing him.”
Tahira nodded eagerly.
“He is several years older than you,” Jefri reminded her. “That could present some problems.”
“I can handle them.”
Her confidence made him smile. “As you wish. But your visits with Doyle will be chaperoned for the time being. Until you find your place in the world.”
Tahira hugged him again. He held her briefly, knowing there was somewhere else he would rather be.
Billie paced the length of her suite, pausing every few minutes to listen for footsteps. When she finally heard them she raced to the door and jerked it open.
“What happened?” she demanded as Jefri entered the room and pulled her into his arms.
“I love you,” he said as he kicked the door closed and pressed his mouth to hers.
Billie surrendered to his embrace, to the feel of his body pressing against hers.
“I love you, too,” she murmured, barely able to speak as she clung to him.
He bent low and swept her up in his arms. Muffin looked up from a cushion on the sofa, yawned and went back to sleep. He laughed.
“Good. Because you are not invited.” Then he walked into the bedroom and closed the door there.
“What happened?” Billie asked again as he set her on her feet and reached for the buttons on her blouse.
“Tahira wishes to study fashion design in Paris. She has no interest in marrying me and seems to have some fondness for Doyle.”
He pulled the blouse open and gazed at her br**sts. “You are so beautiful.”
Warmth flooded her. She tugged his shirt free of his trousers. “You’re not half-bad yourself. So there’s no engagement?”
“Not anymore. I suspect my father knew what was going on the whole time and that he played me to get me to see how much you mattered.”
He bent down and claimed her with a kiss that left her weak with longing. He stroked her body, removing clothing as he went. She did her best to help take off his, but she was continually distracted by things like his mouth on her br**sts or his fingers between her legs.
He touched her and loved her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel.
Poised between her thighs, he stared into her eyes.
“Stay,” he breathed. “Stay with me.”
She lost herself in his dark eyes. “Of course I’ll stay.”
“I want you to marry me. Have my children. Be a part of me, a part of my country. I cannot survive without you.”
Tears burned in her eyes. She blinked them away. “I love you, Jefri. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
“Then you’ll say yes?”
“Yes. For always.”
He plunged into her, claiming her with an intimate pleasure that swept her into another dimension.
Later, when they could both breathe easily, she snuggled close.
“I guess I never have to take this off now,” she said, holding up her wrist and admiring the bracelet.
“You will never have to worry,” he told her. “My people will love you as I do.
This will be your home. The palace and the skies.”
She rested her chin on his chest and looked at him. “So you’re not going to get all weird and tell me I have to give up flying?”
“Of course not. You belong with the clouds. The difference is now I will join you there.”
“I’ll still beat you in a dogfight. Don’t think marrying me is going to change that.”
He laughed. “I now have a lifetime to practice. Eventually I will win.”
“In your dreams.”
His smile faded. “You are my dream. My fantasy. For always.”
She sighed. “You’re really good at this.”
“I am very much in love.”
“Me, too. In fact—”
A faint scratching caught her attention. “Oh, give me a sec. Muffin needs to go out. I just have to open the suite door.”
Billie stood, slipped on Jefri’s shirt then walked out to the living room where she let out her dog. Then she hurried back to the bedroom.
“Where were we?” she asked as she slipped back under the covers.
Jefri reached for her. “I believe we were here.”
Muffin trotted down the long corridors of the palace, ignoring all the cats she passed. At the large, carved doors she waited while the guard let her in, then she hurried over to the big sofa opposite the window.
“There you are,” the king said as he patted the cushion next to his. “Did you not see? I told you things would work out.”
Muffin jumped up next to the king. The white cat there shifted to make room, then began to groom Muffin’s face. The small dog sighed with pleasure.
“Only Murat is left,” the king said. “But not to worry. I have given the situation much thought and I have come up with an excellent plan. Would you like to hear it."
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