The Sheikh's Offer by Jessica Brooke, Ella Brooke Page B

“Besides, I don’t want you to be a Disney princess.”
    “Oh, so you had something else in mind?” she asked, quirking her lips at him.
    There was something so devilish in Asam’s smile that she couldn’t help but stare more closely. He emphasized his point by licking his lips, and it made her think of what his mouth had done to her last night, feeling of that skillful tongue as he drove his fingers deep inside her and the sweet tickling of his neatly trimmed beard. He was a breathtaking man, built like a lean runner or soccer player. But that hint of gold in his eyes, the mischievous promise of pleasure and so much more made her want to do whatever he was offering, or at least try.
    At worst, she’d have ten million dollars and a whopping story for the rest of her life.
    If her heart broke during the shenanigans, then at least she’d have enough money to cobble it back together.
    “Well,” he said, standing up and slipping off his blazer. “I was thinking of starting with a bit of fun. Have you ever had the pleasure of joining the Mile High Club?”
    She blushed and bit her lower lip, channeling her inner coquette. “Everyone’s heard of it, but I never had an offer. Besides, trying to jam myself into some gross and tiny bathroom on an American Airlines jet would be the absolute worst thing in the world.”
    “Then you’re fortunate we have a jet. The pilots have a soundproof cabin.”
    “I assume a necessity for any sheikh on the go.”
    “Or any other billionaire playboy I assure you,” Asam said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
    She grinned and stood, deciding if she had promised to try her hardest for a week and be as open as possible, then she needed to follow through. Reaching down, she slipped off her shirt and fumbled with the buttons of her jeans. “I’ll only go so far. I don’t…”Kelly said, trailing off, blushing. “Let’s see how the week goes. But what did you have in mind?”
    “I want to feel you again, but I’ll do whatever you want, mon amie .”
    She grinned and slipped completely out of her clothes, standing there before him in all her glory. With some men, she was aware of how limited her appeal could be. She felt her thighs were too big and her hips too wide. She had some extra around her middle, and while she was a curvy ten—maybe a twelve on bad days—Kelly rarely felt beautiful.
    The way a now shirtless Asam regarded her made her feel highly desirable. Hell, the intensity of his gaze made her feel as if she were a preydangling before him and that he was still her raging tiger, ready to pounce forth and claim her.
    Heat warmed her stomach and wetness began to pool between her legs. How could Asam have this kind of effect on her? How could he be so utterly delicious and the one man she wanted to ravish on sight, no questions asked? It wasn’t even a sheikh thing. She felt no need to be near Dharr or Faaid, married or not. But with Asam, it was as if she were a satellite and gravity pulled her closer to him.
    “I’m yours, my sheikh, and you can do anything you want with me,” she said, running one finger over her chest, bringing her index finger down to stroke her nipple and tease it into a firm, hard bud. She licked her lips and bit her lower one again, staring at Asam through her heavy-lidded eyes. “What will you do to me?”
    “Everything,” he breathed, stalking forward like a wild jungle cat ready to tackle his prey.
    Every motion was a fluid masterpiece, purely silky and graceful. His body was quite a sight to behold as well—lean muscle gave way to ripped abs so compact and tight the average Hollywood hunk would be desperate for them. A small trail of hair dipped from his belly button under the button of his slacks, promising her so many things to come. He was perfection incarnate and, at least for this week, he was hers to do with as she wished.
    Asam was there then, cupping her breast with his left hand and reaching down to stroke her stomach. His