Mistletoe for the Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Romance Novel (Curves for Sheikhs Series Book 17) by Annabelle Winters

Author:Annabelle Winters [Winters, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainshine
Published: 2018-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

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“My compliments to the designer,” Queenie said, looking through the steam of the showers and marveling at what lay beyond. Although three walls of the shower room were translucent glass, the fourth wall wasn’t a wall at all—it was just open!

The showers opened to a private garden, perfectly manicured, indigenous dwarf palm-trees and desert shrubs rising up from the sandy soil. It looked like a cross between a desert paradise and a Japanese tea garden. It also made it seem like she was bathing in the open, perhaps in a waterfall, maybe in the rain.

“Compliment accepted,” the Sheikh said from behind her, his arms sliding around her waist, which was slick from the coconut-milk soap that Queenie thought smelled absolutely divine.

She’d heard him come in. Indeed, she’d expected him to follow her. She giggled as his hand rubbed her belly, moved down along her wide hips, around to her dark triangle, which was wet with suds. She felt his fingers search out her slit, and she gasped and leaned back into his hard body as he thumbed her clit while curling two fingers inside her.

“Wait, you designed this? It’s pretty bold. Open.” She paused, gasping as she felt the Sheikh’s cock rise against her naked rump. “What did your wife think?”

She felt him tense up for a moment, and indeed, she was almost surprised at herself for asking the question so casually. But it seemed appropriate. After all, if she was going to step into this man’s life, she needed to know about her adversary, yes? In it to win it, right?

“She never used it. Not once. She thought it was disgusting, to be naked and exposed to the light of day,” whispered the Sheikh, his right arm moving up along her stomach and firmly closing on her breast, squeezing so hard it made her moan.

The Sheikh’s other hand was driving firmly into her pussy, his cock hard and full, lined up along her rear crack. Queenie sighed and rubbed her ass against him as her arousal flowed like the warm waters of the six showerheads.

“So you designed this for her,” she whispered. “To help her open up.” She paused, feeling the Sheikh tense up again. But he also hardened against her buttocks as she spoke, and so she continued. “To help open both of you up, perhaps?”

The Sheikh pinched her nipple so hard Queenie winced in pain, groaning as the fingers of his other hand drove into her pussy at a frenzied pace, making her dizzy with arousal as she smelled the warm coconut milk soap and shampoo, stared through clouds of steam at the private Arabian garden of fantasy. Private fantasy. His fantasy. A fantasy that his wife had never indulged, never given life to, never made real.

“What is your fantasy?” she whispered. “Tell me.”

The Sheikh kissed her neck hard, bringing his fingers out from between her legs and swapping hands so he could play with her other breast while fingering her. “It is perhaps a bit early in our relationship to go there.

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