The Sheikh and the Virgin Secretary(Desert Rogues, Book 10)(23) by Susan Mallery
Her eyes closed, her legs fell open and she didn’t care if he looked at her all day, as long as he kept touching her.
“You like that?” he asked.
He continued to rub and circle and explore. She found herself getting lost in the perfect sensations that radiated out from that one spot. Her body burned, her blood seemed to flow faster. She was tense and yet perfectly relaxed.
He moved onto the bed, then nudged her thighs farther apart. She obliged him, even drawing back her knees. She felt his shoulder brush her leg and before she knew what was happening, he claimed her with a kiss.
She knew what he was doing. She’d read about it, seen it in movies, even talked about it. But until that moment, until his tongue brushed over her most sensitive spot with the exact pressure and speed designed to drive her into madness, she hadn’t actually understood it.
The sensations were too exquisite, too perfect. She moaned as he licked her, moving a little faster, as if urging her on. Her hips arched in a rhythm she couldn’t control. She dug her heels into the bed and pushed toward him, silently begging for more, for all.
Muscles clenched, her body writhed, she tossed her head back and forth as she strained to reach for something she couldn’t quite grasp. For some…
He slipped a finger inside and circled it around. The combination was too much, and she felt herself lifted up as her body shattered in a rush of pleasure she’d never experienced before. Hazily she recalled a friend saying that if she had to ask if she’d climaxed, then she hadn’t.
Now her release swept through her with the subtlety of a thunderbolt. It was perfect, her muscles contracting and releasing as Rafiq continued to gently touch her. On and on it went until at last it slowly faded and she found herself back where she’d started, only much more satisfied.
“So that’s what all the fuss is about,” she sighed when he’d stretched out next to her and pulled her close. “I like it.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
She snuggled close, liking the feel of his arms around her. “We’re going to do that again, right?”
“Yes. As often as you’d like. Although not tonight. I don’t want you to get sore.”
She was kind of thinking she would endure a little soreness for an experience like that again.
“Is it always that good?” she asked.
“It can be.”
“Huh.” She raised herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “So how does anyone get any work done? Why don’t people just stay in bed and make love all the time?”
“As pleasurable as that sounds, we have responsibilities.”
“I guess. But given the choice…”
He reached between her legs and rubbed her. “I suppose we should consider a second time, just so you have a point of comparison.”
She collapsed back on the bed and gave herself over to the pleasure. “If you insist.”
Fate conspired to keep them apart. Kiley was determined to be brave about the whole thing. After what had happened Friday night she knew she wasn’t in a position to complain that Rafiq had a previous engagement over the weekend and then late meetings the following week. Still, now that she understood the possibilities, she wanted to explore them all.
Wednesday afternoon she sat in his office with a pad of paper, a pen and a list.
“It’s your sister’s birthday in two weeks,” she said. “You need to send a present. I have a list here, if you’d like to choose one.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m not qualified to decide. You may send what you like.”
“You always say that. Don’t you want to know what they’re going to be thanking you for?”
“I have little contact with my half sisters. I’m sure they’re delightful young women who know nothing of their half brother and do not consider themselves injured by the lack of contact.”
“You’re being cynical.”
“It is one of my best features.”
“Want to take a vote?”
“An impartial panel would agree with me,” he told her.
“Not if it was made up of women.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Is this your subtle way of issuing a complaint?”
“Not at all. I think it would be nice if you picked out your sister’s present yourself.”
“And yet I will not.” His dark eyes flickered with something she couldn’t read.
She squirmed in her seat. “I haven’t seen you all week.”
“I know. My meetings have gone on later than I would like.” He smiled. “I have missed you.”
Not as much as she’d missed him, she thought. It was like not knowing she’d been starving, then being offered a fabulous meal, only to be told the buffet was now closed.
“We will have more time this weekend.”
Not as much as he thought. Her sister had just had a baby and Kiley wanted to go home for a couple of days. “Actually we—”
The phone in her office rang, cutting her off. She rose to answer it just as his phone rang. Later, she thought. She would tell him that she would be leaving town for the weekend.
“This is Kiley,” she said as she picked up the phone.
“Hi, Kiley. My name is Marcy Dumont. We met at the fund-raiser last week. Do you remember?”
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