The Sheikh and the Virgin Secretary(Desert Rogues, Book 10)(29) by Susan Mallery
Her orgasm caught her unaware. One second she’d been determined to stay detached enough to stop, then next she lost herself in shuddering pleasure. She held in a cry of delight and rubbed herself against his hand.
When she was finished, she looked at him. “That was incredible.”
“I would agree,” he said, then kissed her.
She dropped her gaze to his crotch where she could clearly see his erection.
“What about you? Don’t you want to…you know?”
“Under other circumstances, I would say yes. But not here. Not your first time.”
Soon, she thought as she stood and reached for her clothes.
“Just so you’re clear, my family is completely normal,” Kiley said as she pointed the way out of the airport.
Rafiq steered the rental car and wondered if she was nervous about him meeting her family or embarrassed about what had just happened on the plane.
He enjoyed giving her pleasure. In time he would take his own, but for now it was enough to please her.
“You have two sisters,” he said. “Heather and…?”
“Ann. They’re both married. And they’ll be there, of course. Along with their husbands, in-laws, Ann’s kids, some neighbors and Heather’s new baby. A big crowd.”
She sounded doubtful.
“It will be fun,” he said firmly.
“I hope so. And I told you about the hotels, right? There’s no really fancy one.
At least, not that I could think of.”
“I made us a reservation nearby.”
She winced. “Okay, but if you hate it, you can go back to L.A. and I’ll fly home on a commercial flight.”
“Do you think me incapable of living without royal luxury for two days?”
“Not exactly.” She bit her lower lips. “Okay, yes. I do.” She hunched in her seat. “Don’t hate me.”
He laughed. “You’re being far too dramatic. I will fit in perfectly, your family will adore me and I will adore them. Relax.”
She looked tense enough to snap. “Yes, I can see that. What have you told them about me?”
“That you’re my boss and we’re friends. Not that we’re dating or anything because this close to the wedding, that would be too weird to explain.”
He doubted her family would think of him as just her friend, but he didn’t say that to Kiley. She was already worried enough.
“I told you it was just a plain, one-story house, right?” she asked. “Nothing fancy.”
He chuckled. “Relax. Everything will be fine.”
Rafiq followed her directions and pulled up in front of a ranch-style home on a large lot. There were several cars parked in front. Kiley directly him to pull into the driveway, then sucked in a breath.
“Brace yourself,” she said as she unfastened her seat belt.
Just then the front door burst open and several people spilled onto the front lawn.
There was an older couple he took to be her parents, a few small children, a woman in her twenties who looked a lot like Kiley and two men who were probably the husbands. He pushed open his door and got out.
Kiley climbed out of the rental car and hurried to her parents. They both hugged her, then her mother held her at arm’s length.
“Are you all right?” the other woman asked. Rafiq assumed she was concerned about Kiley’s reaction to the aborted wedding.
“I’m fine,” Kiley said and hugged her again. “Great. Really.” She squeezed her mother’s arm. “Mom, Dad, this is my boss. Rafiq.” She grinned. “Actually the official title is Prince Rafiq of Lucia-Serrat.”
Her parents stared at him. Long experience had taught him that they weren’t sure what was expected of them. He stepped forward and held out his hand to Kiley’s father.
“A pleasure to meet you both,” he said as they shook hands. He turned to her mother. “Mrs. Hendrick.”
“Oh, dear. Just call me Jan. This is Jim. We’re pretty informal around here.”
Jan smiled. “Are you really a prince?”
“I’m afraid so. It’s true what they say—you can’t pick your relatives. Please call me Rafiq.”
They led him into the house where he was introduced to the rest of the family.
In a matter of minutes he was in the den with the men, watching college football.
“We’re Cal fans up here,” Jim said from his place in the black leather recliner, next to the chintz-covered sofa. “Except for Bart there, who likes USC. You have a favorite team?”
“Oklahoma,” Rafiq said easily. “This year they’re going all the way. Last year’s game against Florida showed everyone what they were capable of.”
He glanced at Jim, who sat with his mouth open.
“I like football,” Rafiq said with a grin.
“I guess you do. Huh. Never would have thought it.” He glanced at the clock.
“Jan won’t let us have beers before noon on game day. Can’t say that I blame her. But it’s only during the season and it’s nearly noon. Bart, you go on and get us some beers. Rafiq? Gonna join us?”
By late afternoon Rafiq had learned much more about the Hendrick family in general and Kiley in particular. He’d spent time with each of her sisters and her father. He’d heard about her disastrous appearance in a high school musical where she discovered she really couldn’t sing, and had seen pictures of her in her cheerleading uniform. He’d watched her laugh with her sisters, play with the toddlers and melt over the newborn.
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