Free Sold to the Sheikh by Chloe Cox Page B

her clit, pushing down and side to side with a gentle, insistent pressure, keeping to the rhythm of the twisting thrusts of his hand, pushing and straining against the walls of her entrance until…
    Oh God …
    The pleasure sparking through her from her clit to her pussy and back again pulsed to his rhythm, opening her wider, a little wider, with every beat, until finally he slipped all the way in and…
    Oh GOD.
    His entire hand was inside her, fingers curled in on themselves in a fist. She could feel every last, tiny movement, amplified until it was all she could feel. Everything else disappeared; she was full only of him, could feel only him, could only feel the orgasm he was giving her now slowly spreading over her, wrapping her in a dull glow instead of exploding from her core out to her limbs, her fingers, her toes. She had never felt anything like this before; it was like happy drowning.
    And then he moved his hand.
    He twisted it one way, then the other, and each movement sent little flashes of lightning through the cloud that enveloped her. Slowly, so slowly, he began to fuck her with his entire hand, and the cloud gathered, grew darker, and the pressure inside her was overwhelming.
    When he rubbed her clit, the pressure broke.
    Her whole body spasmed around his hand, starting from her vagina and spiraling out in an inexorable, violent wave of pleasure upon pleasure until her poor, overburdened mind went…
    Completely.
    Blank.
    Stella had no idea how long it took her to come back to full consciousness. The usual period of blissful obliviousness, of fuzzy-headed happiness, seemed extended and stretched. Time wasn’t quite the same. Her face, all over her face, it felt like pins and needles, but pleasurable instead of painful. She tried to move her head, tried to talk, but failed. It took her a long time to realize that she was nestled against the Sheikh’s chest, her face pressed against his soft white shirt, her body cradled in his arms as he sat in the chair.
    “Shhh,” he said, and she felt his lips on her forehead.
    For the first time in years, Stella Spencer was completely fulfilled. At peace.
    Happy.
    By the time Stella was able to speak coherently enough that Sheikh Bashir even considered moving her—and he insisted on carrying her, holding her tight against his chest, propriety be damned—the alumni event had clearly been over for a while. The catering company was busy clearing tables and stacking chafing dishes, and no one bothered to give them a second glance. They just assumed she’d had too much to drink.
    No one in the world could have guessed that Stella Spencer had just had the most mind-altering, world-shattering orgasm of her life.
    No one at all knows , she thought, looking up at Sheikh Bashir’s strong profile. Not even him .
    Stella had never been able to come like that with anyone, ever.
    I am in serious trouble .
     

 
     
     
    C HAPTER 10
     
     
    Bashir watched the city streetlights strobe past on Stella’s alabaster skin in something like a daze. They were moving aimlessly through the city in the back of Bashir’s car, the driver having been given simple instructions: drive. Bashir needed to think, and he wanted to do it encased in this quiet cocoon while holding Stella in his arms.
    He’d had only one moment away from Stella Spencer since he’d had his entire hand inside her, when he took a moment to wash up, and even that had been too long. That was, clearly, insane. And yet he had felt their separation acutely, like the pain from a puncture wound. He had thought only of her lips, the way her eyes still fluttered, of the sounds she’d muffled when biting down on that leather chair. He had actually missed her, in the space of two minutes.
    Insane.
    The act itself was not something he’d anticipated attempting with her, not over the course of a weekend, and certainly not in the library of the Alexandria Club. It was only some sort of perverse providence that he’d had a