Free Trusting A Sheikh (Playgrounds of Power 1) by Rosie Pike

that Chloe had never seen before, Tariq didn't break eye contact as he finished the drink, letting the tumbler fall somewhere out of sight.
    He glanced downwards. "That doesn't look comfortable…" he said, looking at her skirt.
    "No? Perhaps you'd better do something about it," Chloe suggested, biting her lip.
    Uncertainly, as though he didn't want to break the tension of the moment, Tariq moved his powerful hands to her hips and grasped them firmly. But then, he stopped, and Chloe worried that there was something wrong. She studied his expression, trying to figure out what was preventing him from making his move. He looked reticent, but not concerned – just as though he had entered some kind of trance.
    Chloe decided to make the move for him and leaned forward, allowing Tariq to support her weight with his powerful arms, until their lips met in a passionate, electric kiss. It was as though the contact broke Tariq from whatever trancelike state he'd fallen into, and his response was firm, passionate and immediate. One of his warm, powerful hands snaked its way up Chloe's side, the other made its own way to the small of her back, and the maelstrom of sensations felt absolutely incredible.
    "Perhaps I should," Tariq growled, leaving Chloe under absolutely no illusions as to who was in control. He was now, and she loved it.
    The hand on Chloe's back drifted downwards, the hand on her torso drifted to her right breast and cupped it, sending an electric shock of excitement through her body and meeting the heat that was growing between her legs as she slowly, delicately ground her most pleasurable spot against Tariq's hard, muscled legs – hoping he wouldn't notice, but desperate for the pleasure, for him to take her.
    Chloe whimpered as Tariq simultaneously nibbled at her neck and pawed at her breast, not allowing her a moment to collect her thoughts, or a second during which some new, different part of her skin wasn't being touched, forcing her into a delirious nirvana of expectation.
    "Please…" she begged into his shoulder, no longer making any secret of the fact that she was now grinding her hips into the growing heat of Tariq's hardness, which she was now beginning to feel rising between her thighs.
    "Please what?" Tariq asked, not stopping his hands from roaming across Chloe's entire body.
    "Don't make me say it," Chloe begged.
    "Then how do I know what you want?" Tariq asked wickedly, with a sly smile on his face.
    "You know…"
    "Say it!"
    Whether it was the whiskey talking, now that it had burned its way down Chloe's throat and was mixing into her bloodstream, spurring her on to do unspeakable things, or the fact that the most attractive, compelling, intelligent man she'd ever laid eyes upon was pulling at her clothes and pawing at her body – leaving her under no illusions that he wanted to do anything other than bend over and take her right then and there, Chloe said it.
    "Fuck me," she whimpered. She didn't want him to make love to her, at least not yet, at least not tonight, she just wanted him to take her however he wanted. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and she needed some release.
    "That's all you had to say," Tariq whispered into her ear, biting it gently and scratching his evening stubble down the side of her face gently, sending tremors of excitement running through her body.
    His hand, which had been resting the whole time at the tab of the zip at the top of Chloe's pencil skirt, sprang into action, remorselessly pulling the zipper down and freeing Chloe's legs from the embrace of the long piece of cloth. He took a deep breath of appreciation.
    "Very nice," he said, seemingly awed by the sight of her long, tanned legs. "Very nice indeed." Chloe's jacket had long since been discarded, so she was left only in a long, white shirt and a plain set of underwear – she hadn't expected to find herself in this situation when she'd got herself dressed that morning.
    At first gently, then firmly, then