Is the Sheikh's kink more than Honor can handle or will she be the one spooning it out?
When Honor Blackwell is offered a fortune to collect an emerald necklace from a dangerous jewel thief, she is in no position to turn it down. She's just parted from her lecherous boss telling him that only her vibrator gets her off. The sad thing is that it's true.
The chance for a little adventure is too tempting to pass up. But things don't go as planned. When the naked hunk catches her rifling his room, his frank sensual appraisal makes her formerly suppressed hormones sit up and take notice. She goes along with his assumption that she's a birthday present sent by his brother.
Sheik Alexander Kahn on vacation in his tiny villa on a remote Greek Isle isn't sure what to make of the pretty thief he finds in his bedroom. But he does know that he intends to keep her; at least until he finds out what game she's playing. She isn't the first thief that's tried to steal one of his company's creations but she is the most alluring. A blushing almost virgin that smolders with hidden fires when he touches her and makes her come.
After a night of newfound sexual pleasure in the dominant man's arms, Honor runs, only to have him catch her. When he takes her over his knee, she melts shocked that it turns her on. Thrown together for a steamy weekend they open up to each other, while Alex teaches her all his favorite kinky tricks. She knows he's still keeping secrets but she decides to enjoy him anyway.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, stepping toward me. "I told my brother not to send me a present."
I almost fainted as his honey dark tones washed over me, making my sex pulse, my nipples tingle. He sounded even better than he looked, and he thought I was his love gift. I'd never been mistaken for a seductress before, it was kind of exciting.
If only he knew how unresponsive I was in bed. I immediately suppressed that depressing thought. How could I deny that I was there to make love to him without admitting that I was here to steal the necklace back? Why else would I be in his room? He was already suspicious of me, I could tell. He could have me thrown in jail, or worse. I shuddered to think of spending time in a foreign jail.
Apprehension made my knees quiver, even as it crazily increased my inappropriate sexual response. By now, a sheen of moisture coated my thighs as my clit stiffened. I didn't even get this response with my vibrator. The hunk gave off some wicked pheromones to affect me this way.
I pulled my jangled senses together long enough to give him what I hoped was a sultry smile. "Happy birthday.…"
"Alexander, Sheik Alexander Kahn."
I tried not to roll my eyes at the alias and played along. Let him have his fantasies. My warped brain was coming up with a few of my own. "As in ‘being carried off into the burning sands by my sheik'?"
His eyes twinkled. "It can be arranged."
Trembling as he closed in on me, I couldn't have run if I'd wanted to. I didn't want to. My legs weren't working, and some crazy part of me wanted to stay; soak in a little more of his sexy essence. Madness, but I couldn't deny it. When his hot glance lingered on my breasts, my nipples tightened as if by his command, and I bit my lip embarrassed.
He smiled grasping my shoulders, holding me fast.
My bare arms burned at the contact and I sucked in a shocked breath as he bent to kiss me. "What are you doing?"
"Trying a sample of your wares, Miss…"
"Honor," I said with a moan as his firm lips slanted over mine. He tasted like coffee and hot man mixed with a salty tang from the sea. Like the sex-starved spinster that I was, I dove in.
I kissed him back, my tongue parrying with his, my body aflame as he pulled me closer. I didn't need much coaxing to press against him, feeling his rippling muscles, his hot flesh, the demanding thrust of his cock.
My breasts pillowed against his hot chest making my nipples throb while his rousing manhood pressed against my quivering pussy. I melted, arching against him, helplessly turned on and not knowing how to handle it, or him.
My hands came up to brace myself against his chest, and my fingers dug in kneading his pecs making him growl. A shiver went down my spine at his hot response.
When I felt him slide the bag from my shoulder and heard it hit the floor I was too caught up in his sensual spell to react. The sibilant rasp of my zipper being lowered broke the spell. I pressed my hands flat against his chest pulling back. "What are you doing?"
"Unwrapping my present, Honor."
Hell, why had I given him my real name? Hearing the sexy way he said it made me cream. The heated look in his eyes as he watched me said he read my every emotion. It almost made me bolt, but I didn't want to. Running wasn't an option anymore. His challenging gaze almost dared me to object.
I pressed against him instead, loving the feel of this hunk's body. Not love I amended. I was going to be sophisticated about this and take a sample from him, as well. Still, I let out a gasp when my dress fell, pooling at my feet. Blushing as his sultry gaze swept over me in my pink lace bra and panties, I suddenly felt embarrassed, shy. My curves were too plump, and nobody had ever accused me of being a beauty. When I put my arm up to cover my breasts, he took my hand stopping me.
"Do not try to hide your beautiful jewels from me."
My pussy rippled at his words, then he urged my hand down to his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around his steely heat entranced. Good grief, I could hardly hold him. I tested the silky strength of his hard on making him jerk, thrilled when he lengthened even more in my grasp. My body quickened as I jacked him off.
Shit, this was madness I thought, my thumb sliding over the drop of cum on his slit, making him swear in Arabic. His reaction thrilled me. I never affected men this way.
When he unhooked my bra, and pulled down my panties I was too turned on to do more than blush. Then he touched me, his hand slipping between my quivering thighs, and I closed my eyes with a moan of pure pleasure. He was so much better than…big red.