Slave to the Sheikh: by Nadia Aidan

into my gaze. 
    To allow myself to fall for a man like Amir was emotional masochism, and yet in the days and weeks that followed, every time I replayed the memory of him standing there, with longing in his eyes as he admitted that he needed to be near me— it was like quicksand, and each time I felt myself sink just a little deeper. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Amir knew he had it bad.  His business trip to Dubai was supposed to last a week, but after just three days he’d rescheduled his remaining meetings, called his pilot and returned home as soon as it was safe to fly. 
                  He missed her.
    As he sat in the back seat of his town car, he finally admitted to himself that he was falling for Daniella, actually from the day he’d first met her, he’d felt the stirrings, but he’d never imagined it would be like this.  In the month in a half since they’d become lovers, she was never far away from his thoughts, or his bed, he noted with a rueful smile.  He wagered he was probably somewhat obsessed with her, but could anyone blame him? She was beautiful and brilliant, but more importantly she was passionate about preserving the culture and history of his beloved Sharjah.  It was obvious to him she loved his country and his people, and they were equally enamored with her, which was no surprise.  Every time she talked about her work excavating the city of Dilmun, she overflowed with such enthusiasm, that it was very easy to see that her affection for Sharjah was genuine. 
    Amir had never lacked for female attention or companionship, but he had never become attached to anyone ever, because it had always been evident that the women he’d been involved with were more in love with his wallet than him, and they’d openly detested the harsh desert climate of his homeland.  Daniella was different; however.  She loved his home, his people, and had never once shown the slightest interest in any of the material things that came with his lifestyle.  It was actually the opposite.   She had openly revealed that while she appreciated the lavish gifts he loved giving her and the expensive restaurants he was eager to take her to, she was much more interested in experiencing all that Sharjah had to offer. 
    So from desert walks beneath the moonlight, to trips to the bazaar, and camel rides along the muddy banks of the al-Sayeef, Amir had truly shown Daniella all of what Sharjah had to offer, and he’d been rewarded with her genuine delight, displaying more excitement for even the most mundane excursion than she’d ever shown when he’d gifted her with expensive jewelry. 
    He’d already been half in love with Daniella from the beginning, but her love for Sharjah alone would have easily had him falling for her with abandon. She was everything and more he’d desired in the woman who would claim his heart, but long ago believed he’d never find.  She was perfect, in every way, and then she’d revealed her submissive nature.  From that moment on, he’d known there would never be another woman for him, not ever.   
    Amir’s smile deepened.  His feisty professor was turning out to be one very sexy and oh so compliant sub.  He recalled their first time together in his office, and just the thought had his cock hardening within the confines of his trousers.  She’d sucked his dick and at the moment he’d been ready to come, she’d pulled back at the final second allowing him to come all over her.  Even now the image of her naked and on her knees before him drenched in his seed had him on the verge of spurting in his pants. 
    It had been the most erotic thing he’d ever seen or experienced, and he’d been so stunned by what had happened and what her actions had meant, he’d gone and ruined the moment by fumbling over his words. Amir was certain his brain cells had probably just been malfunctioning from the mind blowing orgasm she’d given him.  It wasn’t