The Sheikh's Marriage Bargain (Hasan Sheikhs Book 1) by North Leslie

Author:North, Leslie [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-08-09T16:00:00+00:00

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Laila slid into her seat in Zayid’s private dining room, a smaller version of the royal dining room on the first floor. Though the room held a round table that could seat five or six, they sat alone.

“Hi.” She brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. “I’m sorry I was a bit late.”

He considered her carefully, dark eyes grazing over her skin. “No apology necessary. Your trip to the market seems to have done you good. What did you do while you were there? Shop?”

“I just threw some clay around at Talif’s studio.” An unstoppable grin came to Laila’s face. “It always makes me feel better.”

Zayid nodded slowly. “So that explains the clay in your hair.” He reached forward and plucked something from just over her ear—a small hunk of dried clay. “And on your face.” He swept the pad of his thumb over her cheek, and Laila’s eyes fluttered closed. She’d been so irritated with him earlier, and now her body melted at his touch. “I wonder where else on your body I might find clay.”

She opened her eyes wide and laughed. “I’m sure there’s none under my clothes.”

“How sure?” His eyes blazed, and Laila’s breath caught in her chest. “Are you absolutely sure there’s no clay on your skin? It’s on your clothes.” He took Laila’s wrist in his fingers and brought it into the light. “There’s clay on your sleeve...” Zayid clicked his tongue. “This won’t do. Not for a dinner with my wife.”

Laila caught a glimpse of one of the staff in the doorway to the dining room, watching them carefully, tray in hand. “It’s too late to change.”

“It’s never too late to change.” Zayid took her hand and led her out of the dining room, down the hall and into his bedroom. Desire worked its way over Laila’s skin, making goose bumps rise and a laugh burst from her lips.

“Where are we going?”

“The shower,” Zayid said sternly, but she saw the smile at the corners of his lips. In the bathroom, he shut the door behind them. “Hold up your arms.”

She did as he said, her nipples peaking as he slipped her tunic over her head, exposing her bra. Zayid’s gaze swept critically over all of it. “No clay so far,” he said, and undid the clasps. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, then gave each one a little pinch. Laila let her head fall back, the pleasure driving all the way to her spine and between her legs. “I want to see the rest of you.”

He kept up this game until they were both naked, the shower running hot beside them, and Zayid pressed a kiss to the side of her lips. “I’m going to get that clay out of your hair,” he whispered. “Get into the shower.”

They stepped in, her breath electric with anticipation. “I know how to make this easier for you,” she said solemnly, and then she sank to her knees in front of him.

Zayid’s cock was already hard and ready, and she wrapped her hands around it, testing the thickness.

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