Free ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) by Kylie Knight Page A
Authors: Kylie Knight
been waiting for.
This was it.
He pressed his face into her neck, showered her with reverent kisses and whispered to her sweet words that maybe she didn’t know the meanings of, but could understand the emotions laced within them.
She clung to him as he entered her body repeatedly, his length filling her completely, and when the fire became too much they both allowed themselves to fall into it. She cried out his name and he whispered hers as he finished himself inside of her, wishing that every day might be filled with moments of her.
Chapter Nine
Sometimes things just fall into place. That was Clarice’s thought as she sat in the silky bathrobe that belonged to the hotel. It was the following day and Clarice had decided that she was going to spend it, just like the last one, with Farhid Kanaan, the man she was very quickly falling in love with.
Part of her was still resistant to it. This was a mistake, that part whispered to her. Didn’t she remember how things had gone with Donald, the man she was quickly starting to think of as her first husband?
But even with this thoughts swimming through her head, she couldn’t shake the undeniable attraction she felt to Farhid.
It was difficult, because it was all happening so quickly and because she knew they were both married, but she couldn’t help the fondness she felt for him. It was nice to be noticed, to be adored. What woman wouldn’t want that?
Clarice sipped at the coffee in her mug, staring out over the balcony towards the city beneath her. Once again, she thought it was beautiful, a tiny little model of the actual city, one she could keep in her pocket.
The shower was running and Farhid had just stepped in. They had spent much of the day yesterday wrapped in each other’s arms. Sometimes it was merely a sweet embrace. Sometimes it was the heated passions of lovers. By the time night rolled around and Farhid asked with her to spend it with him, she couldn’t think of a reason to say no.
She bit her lip. She was finding fewer and fewer reasons to say no to Farhid.
There was a deep humming coming from the bathroom and Clarice realized it was Farhid. She listened to him for a moment before making a decision. Smiling to herself, she put down her coffee and headed inside.
She made her way into the bathroom and undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She was naked beneath.
Pulling back the curtain, Clarice stepped into the shower behind him. He didn’t look at her, but he had to know she was there. He continued to hum. She grabbed some soap and lathered it in her hand, then she slid them along Farhid’s wet body. She started with his back, smoothing her hands over it, washing his firm muscles and his broad shoulders. Then she let her hands slip lower. She washed his firm buttocks and then finally slid her hands around his hips.
When she found him already half hard, she smiled to herself and allowed her right hand to wrap around his firm shaft. He groaned at her touch and as she began to pump his member, he breathed her name.
“My love,” he said, “I want more.”
And that was all it took. He moved her under the spray, letting water run in rivulets down her body, her hair growing dark as it grew wet and stuck to her in delicate little snakelike patters across her bare skin.
He moved to stand behind her and her hands went to the tiled wall automatically. His hands on her hips, he guided himself between her legs. When he entered her, Clarice gave a soft cry, relishing the full feeling of him buried within her. He gave her only a moment to adjust, and then he was thrusting. Slow, but needy. And when he came, he held her close, his arms wrapped around her and begged her, “Stay with me.”
***
Clarice dried her hair as Farhid dressed. She only had her dress from the previous day—something that was a little inappropriate, all things considered, though she didn’t regret wearing it—and so she told him that they needed to stop by her
This was it.
He pressed his face into her neck, showered her with reverent kisses and whispered to her sweet words that maybe she didn’t know the meanings of, but could understand the emotions laced within them.
She clung to him as he entered her body repeatedly, his length filling her completely, and when the fire became too much they both allowed themselves to fall into it. She cried out his name and he whispered hers as he finished himself inside of her, wishing that every day might be filled with moments of her.
Chapter Nine
Sometimes things just fall into place. That was Clarice’s thought as she sat in the silky bathrobe that belonged to the hotel. It was the following day and Clarice had decided that she was going to spend it, just like the last one, with Farhid Kanaan, the man she was very quickly falling in love with.
Part of her was still resistant to it. This was a mistake, that part whispered to her. Didn’t she remember how things had gone with Donald, the man she was quickly starting to think of as her first husband?
But even with this thoughts swimming through her head, she couldn’t shake the undeniable attraction she felt to Farhid.
It was difficult, because it was all happening so quickly and because she knew they were both married, but she couldn’t help the fondness she felt for him. It was nice to be noticed, to be adored. What woman wouldn’t want that?
Clarice sipped at the coffee in her mug, staring out over the balcony towards the city beneath her. Once again, she thought it was beautiful, a tiny little model of the actual city, one she could keep in her pocket.
The shower was running and Farhid had just stepped in. They had spent much of the day yesterday wrapped in each other’s arms. Sometimes it was merely a sweet embrace. Sometimes it was the heated passions of lovers. By the time night rolled around and Farhid asked with her to spend it with him, she couldn’t think of a reason to say no.
She bit her lip. She was finding fewer and fewer reasons to say no to Farhid.
There was a deep humming coming from the bathroom and Clarice realized it was Farhid. She listened to him for a moment before making a decision. Smiling to herself, she put down her coffee and headed inside.
She made her way into the bathroom and undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She was naked beneath.
Pulling back the curtain, Clarice stepped into the shower behind him. He didn’t look at her, but he had to know she was there. He continued to hum. She grabbed some soap and lathered it in her hand, then she slid them along Farhid’s wet body. She started with his back, smoothing her hands over it, washing his firm muscles and his broad shoulders. Then she let her hands slip lower. She washed his firm buttocks and then finally slid her hands around his hips.
When she found him already half hard, she smiled to herself and allowed her right hand to wrap around his firm shaft. He groaned at her touch and as she began to pump his member, he breathed her name.
“My love,” he said, “I want more.”
And that was all it took. He moved her under the spray, letting water run in rivulets down her body, her hair growing dark as it grew wet and stuck to her in delicate little snakelike patters across her bare skin.
He moved to stand behind her and her hands went to the tiled wall automatically. His hands on her hips, he guided himself between her legs. When he entered her, Clarice gave a soft cry, relishing the full feeling of him buried within her. He gave her only a moment to adjust, and then he was thrusting. Slow, but needy. And when he came, he held her close, his arms wrapped around her and begged her, “Stay with me.”
***
Clarice dried her hair as Farhid dressed. She only had her dress from the previous day—something that was a little inappropriate, all things considered, though she didn’t regret wearing it—and so she told him that they needed to stop by her
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