Free Stolen by the Sheik (Black Towers Book 2) by Lauren Hawkeye, Suzanne Rock Page B

saw the news telling the world that I am an accomplice in all this. They are spinning lies and using us to give everyone someone to blame this on, make it look like they’ve got it under control.” She let out a heavy sigh. “People out there actually believe that I could be behind something like this.”
    Liv paused as a harsh reality set in. She sat up straight and studied his face with tear-filled eyes. Unlocking her arms from around his neck, she gently cupped Nayo’s face with her hands. “It breaks my heart that you deal with this every day, being so misjudged and mistreated. People believe lies about you without any facts or truth behind it, automatically thinking the worst about you just because of your race. And for a brief moment, I was one of those people. I’m so sorry, Nayo.”
    Liv reclaimed his lips, but this time the kiss wasn’t tender. It was hard and passionate. She wanted him to feel how sorry she was with every stroke of her tongue, every nip of his lip.
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    N ayo didn’t understand her kindness. Hell, he had dragged her halfway across the city. Thanks to him, local law enforcement wanted to lock her away.
    He didn’t understand her kindness, but he’d take it. As she started to move against him, something hungry stirred inside of him. He could feel her strength, her goodness, and he wanted that for himself.
    He had been on his third trip to America, and still things hadn’t changed. He could almost feel the hatred of the people as he walked down the street. Very few people had wanted to do business with him. He was about to give up on his dream of bringing western culture to his country when Ethan Black had approached him about doing a documentary.
    He supposed Ethan would no longer want to work with him after all of this. Part of him wanted to give up, to admit defeat and go back to his father, who would gloat and tell him that the two cultures were never meant to mix. Part of him believed that he was right, but only a part.
    The other side of him didn’t want to give up, and the longer he sat there, sampling Olivia’s sweetness, the more that side grew. There were good, non-judgmental people in the world. Those who would be willing to give him a hand. If he tried hard enough, he could perhaps bridge the gap between the cultures, and hopefully open his people up to new relationships and experiences.
    Experiences like this.
    “What are you doing?” he asked as Liv pulled away.
    She flashed him a sweet smile and stood up from his lap. “I know you’re hurting, and I want to show you that not all Americans are political bastards.” She eased apart his legs and dropped down to her knees.
    Nayo wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as she eased his already-hard cock from his jeans.
    “You don’t have to do this,” he said.
    She eased her fingers around the base of his shaft and looked up at him. “I know.”
    Before he could say another word, she wrapped her lips around his swollen head. Pleasure burst through his core, making him dizzy. Nayo inhaled a sharp intake of breath and eased back in his chair as she slid her delicate lips down his shaft. She felt so amazing, so much better than anything he had felt before.
    It was because she wanted to do this, he realized. Liv was giving herself freely, and trying to comfort him. She expected nothing in return for her actions, and knowing this both fascinated and enthralled him.
    “Olivia.” He threaded his fingers in her hair, pushing it from her face as she moved up and down his shaft. She used both her hands and her mouth, stimulating every inch of skin.
    He watched her as she worked. Each time she took him into her mouth, his desire escalated. Every time she ran her tongue around his tip, his need for her grew. Soon he was curling his fingers into her hair, pushing back the urge to thrust hard into her mouth.
    “Stop,” he said. When she didn’t listen, he tugged her hair, pulling her away from his body. “I said stop.”
    She