Free The Sheikh's Amulet (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page B

inside her. She held on tight as her own orgasm broke, and they both fell against the mattress and nearly rolled off.
    When her heartbeat returned to normal, she realized that she was still wrapped tightly around him. Scooting, she slid her legs off him, and he grunted under her. “God, Tamrin, if you do that again, we won’t be able to rest.”
    Covered in sweat, she laughed weakly. “I think I’ll die if you do that again,” she gasped. “Oh, my God. Jaymin. I lied. Let’s do it again.”
    As she licked the sweat off his neck, she wiggled her hips suggestively against him. He rolled them over and pressed her into the mattress with his body. Hooking her arms, he held them over her head and grinned down at her. “You are the devil.”
    “I’ll be whatever you want me to be if you’ll make me feel like that again.”
    Running one hand up her body, he pinched her nipple hard. Her whole body jerked under him, and she cried out. “You like that?”
    Unable to say anything, she nodded her head. The thin line between pleasure and pain excited her.
    “Then I think tonight will be an interesting evening,” he said with a wicked smile as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still cuffed by his hand, she was helpless against his touch and surrendered to him completely.

10
    T hey lounged in bed all weekend, and when the sun set Sunday evening, Jaymin rolled over in the tangled sheets and stroked her cheek with his finger. “We have to leave soon or we’ll never make it back in time.”
    “I know,” Tamrin said as she snuggled even deeper into her pillow. “I’m okay if we’re late, but I have a feeling that you have something very important planned for first thing tomorrow morning.”
    “I feel like every minute of my life is planned,” he said with vague frustration. “So yes, I do have something important Monday morning. Believe me when I tell you that if I didn’t, I would extend our stay even longer.”
    Sighing, he slipped away from her touch and swung his feet off the bed. Standing, he stretched and yawned. Quadir wanted him to head a board meeting while he was stuck at the embassy. Normally, Jaymin would have jumped at the chance to run a meeting in place of his father, but spending time in Tamrin’s arms felt like a much better use of his time.
    “Well, we didn’t do much unpacking, so if you’ll give me a chance to shower first, I’ll be all set to go,” Tamrin said as she stood up. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a small smile. “If you shower with me, we’ll save even more time.”
    Jaymin chuckled. “Nice try. If I shower with you, we’ll never leave. Go ahead and hop in. I’ll shower once we get back.”
    “I can see that this weekend hasn’t changed you one bit,” she joked, but he could hear the underlying truth in her tone.
    Walking around the bed, he gathered her in his arms. “This weekend has changed me in more ways than one,” he said softly.
    She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest. “I like the sound of that.”
    Jaymin gave into the moment and held her in the silence. He knew that once he got back to the palace, things would change, but for right now, he completely belonged to her.
    Finally, she pushed herself away and walked quietly into the bathroom. Once he heard the water running, he walked around the room and began to collect the clothes that were still strewn about on the floor. His phone was still on the nightstand, and he had three missed calls.
    They were all from Kaz, and he’d left voicemails.
    Doom settled in the pit of his stomach as he put the phone up to his ear to listen to the first voicemail.
    “Sheikh Jaymin, I need you to call me back. I had someone else go back over the car from the shooting, and he managed to pull prints. They belong to two freelance hit men who work closely with someone you’ll be familiar with. Anton Negatin. Call me back. Now.”
    “Shit,” Jaymin muttered as he checked the call log. Kaz called yesterday.