Free Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) by Nadia Aidan Page A

seen him with had been the very epitome of what he’d labeled me.   Brainless, shallow women who spent more time on a surgeon’s table than in a library—and there were many of them.  Eventually his womanizing became so bad that he’d been shipped off to the military almost as soon as he’d graduated from Howard.  While I on the other hand, threw myself into my work and studies as a way to move past my anger and heartbreak, and eventually decided since I was engaged, that I should focus all of my romantic attention on Amir. 
    Amir didn’t love me anymore than I loved him, and he wanted to be engaged to me about as much as I wanted to be engaged to him, so my obnoxious pursuit of him had been intentional, and eventually I’d obtained the desired outcome—well mostly.  I may not have succeeded in ending my engagement, but constantly throwing myself at Amir hadn’t turned out to be a complete waste of effort.  I took great pleasure in noting how much my dogged pursuit of Amir always seemed to rankle Khalil, although I was pretty surprised he even noticed, given the steady stream of women that always seemed in pursuit of him.
    I felt a small tingle creep along my spine and I stiffened.  I’d been so deep in thought that I’d almost missed the telltale sign that Khalil was near.  I glanced up at the same time I felt his shadow cover me, as he extended his hand, with his palm facing up.
    “It’s time for us to leave.”
    I glanced at the now packed dance floor.  “Already?  The party’s just starting.”
    “I’m surprised you noticed.” My gaze snapped to him.  With the exception of his classic grin, his eyes were neutral, but there was no mistaking the sarcasm in his voice.
    “What about our guests?” 
    “Beside the fact they’re drunk and dancing and could care less about when we leave, I said our formal farewells to both our families.” He nodded for me to take his hand.  “So now it is time for us to leave.  I’ve made preparations for our honeymoon, and I think you will be pleased with them.”
    Honeymoon.  
    That one word did something to me, and I had been fighting the stirrings all day, but especially as it had grown closer to nighttime.  There was still plenty of light outside—so with a curious mixture of panic, but also something else, something that was closer to need—I had become anxious thinking about what would take place later on tonight.
    I wanted to bat his hand aside, and use my acerbic tongue to tell him he could go shove his honeymoon preparations where the sun didn’t shine, but I was still mindful of our guests, and all the eyes that I didn’t see, but that I knew still watched us.  So just like I’d done since that morning, I plastered on a fake smile, graciously took his hand, and allowed him to escort me from the reception and into the black stretch limo that awaited us.

Chapter Four
     
    “Would you like something to drink?” Khalil gestured toward the minibar. 
    Sabeen barely glanced his way as she nodded curtly and murmured, “Sure.”
    Despite his frustration, he held back the sigh of weariness, and silently poured her a glass of wine.  Handing it to her, he deliberately brushed her fingers with his.  As he expected she reacted instantly with a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing.  For one charged, silent moment he held her wide-eyed gaze, just long enough to slip beneath her icy veneer and stroke her with his smoldering stare that blazed with the hunger of his desire.  With his eyes, he made promises that his body intended to keep, and he did not miss the very second she trembled. Almost immediately she realized what she’d done and looked away but not before shooting him a sharp, murderous glare that made promises of its own. 
    This time he did sigh, but instead of retreating to his side of the limo as she’d done, he continued to watch her.  His stare was almost blatant, and he knew she felt his gaze upon her, just as he knew she