Free Valentine Vegas Gigolo Sheikh by Teresa Morgan Page A

her finger on why, or come up with any response. Instead, she reached for the condom and took out her feelings on the plastic.
    In seconds, she had the condom rolled down his shaft. She kneeled up, positioning herself above him, and then, down. One quick thrust and he was inside her.
    He grunted appreciation. A thrill of pleasure straightened her spine.
    Then she cursed herself. Dumbass. Don't get all happy that you pleased him. Don't give him that power over you. Just take what you want.
    Though she wasn't quite ready, she began to move. Her harsh motion, designed to get him off as quickly as possible, hurt her for the first few thrusts. You deserve it for letting him get under your skin, stupid.
    Too soon, the feeling eased, and all she knew was that he was inside her and it sent shocks of pleasure through her system. She reached down, intent on touching herself to intensify the sensation, the way he'd taught her last night. Before she could, strong fingers pulled her hand away.
    He couldn't be serious. She tried again.
    "No," he growled. "Allow me."
    He placed his thumb on her sex and began to caress. Heat radiated out from her clit as he massaged deep. With every circle of his thumb, she rocked on his cock faster, riding him closer and closer to the edge.
    She reached it first, crying his name. Then, as her body flexed its release around him, he came, growling one word.
    Sokar .
    ***
    Okay, she realized, laying in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his chest, this was insane. She couldn't stop the bubbles of laughter that rose in her.
    The insulted expression on Zaqwan's face sent her into a fit of the giggles. It was so regal. After what they'd just been doing, his sexy imperial scowl was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.
    "I do not see what is so amusing," he said, all indignation. "I know it is not my performance, nor your body's response to mine."
    Everything about his little offended speech struck her funny. She tried to swallow her laughter, to get it under control, but in swallowing it, she ended up with the hiccups.
    "Ah," he said, "Now that is funny."
    She swatted him to make him stop chuckling. Then she hiccupped again, which made her laugh until she cried.
    Later, when she got herself under control, she told him the joke. She only got through the hilarious words by stopping to swallow her chuckles. "You pretended to be a gigolo to get into my pants. But you're really a prince."
    "I am aware of this." The confused quotation marks appeared between his eyebrows, making her smile.
    "Well, it could be the plot of a bad—" Here she swallowed something other than laughter. Romance novel , she had been about to let slip. But romance novels had happy ever afters and as happy as this after was, it wasn't ever . In a few hours, they'd never see each other again. Suddenly, she didn't feel like laughing.
    "Comedy," she said. "A comedy."
    He gave that little restrained chuckle again. The sheikh was amused. "When you put it that way, I see what you mean."
    "Thank you," she said, and meant it. Not only had he taken the time to teach her about her body, he had been her champion on a weekend when her own strength might have failed her. Of course she could never really get past the lying part, but why have an argument about that now? It wasn't going to matter in her future anyway.
    So she punched him in the stomach. Not hard, but enough to surprise him.
    It worked, but not in the punishing way she intended.
    In less than a second, she found herself rolled onto her back with him on top of her. His hands stretched her wrists high above her head. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to him. He could do anything to her in this position, take anything he wanted. Her heart pounded, but it wasn't fear. It was excitement. His heartbeat echoed against her rib cage, betraying that he felt the same. His cock hardened against her leg.
    What was this? Her mood soured. This wasn't right. This wasn't what she wanted, to be held