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  “I’ve already showered,” Saja complained.

  “Good,” Basil replied with a wink. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her. She smiled and kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes, as he reached for the taps. Water sprayed them from all directions. Basil picked Saja up forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist while he walked her to the nearest wall.

  Tilting his hips, he entered her swiftly as Saja moaned into his mouth. Picking up speed, Basil moved smoothly in and out until he was completely buried deep inside her. With a groan, he held her pinned to the wall as he ravaged her mouth. One hand snaked up to grip her hair and tilt her head farther back. He simply couldn’t get enough of her. With a moan, Saja managed to tilt her hips encouraging him to start moving again. With a savage thrust, he started pumping hard into her, each thrust generating bolts of pleasure that had them both spiralling higher and higher.

  With a cry, Saja clamped down as her orgasm hit her. The suddenness brought Basil to climax as the clenching of her muscles milked every drop of cum from his body. Shuddering against her, he held her tight before he slowly withdrew; making sure Saja was able to stand on her own. Kissing her deeply, he stepped back as he reached for a cloth and some soap. Giving her a wicked grin, he handed both to her as he said, “Since, you’re here; you might as well wash my back.”

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  “Good evening, Your Majesty. Please, make yourself at home,” Rick Tompkins said, shaking the hand of the leader of Jawhara, as he was escorted into the grand foyer of the Whittemore. “It’s a pleasure to have you join us this evening.”

  Kamal Mehalel El-Jawhara, Sheikh of Jawhara, and CEO of Jewel Oil, shook the hand of the man who was going to bring his country’s reputation a much-needed boost. He nodded his head and spoke briefly in Arabic to the two men standing behind him.

  As they moved off to do his bidding, he spoke to Rick, one of the Addams Group owners, “Your company put together an impressive presentation today. It was a pleasure to see their enthusiasm for this project. I have spoken with my brother, and we both agree that sometime in the near future, your team should visit Jawhara. That way they can see for themselves what is needed going forward.”

  Rick nodded, “I think that would definitely be of benefit. I’ll speak with Damon about setting something up.”

  “Fine.” Kamal straightened his tie before looking around at the people gathered to celebrate the contract signing. As he surveyed the room, he recognized a number of people from the photos his secretary had shown him earlier that evening.

  Being prepared was something Kamal insisted upon. He prided himself on knowing both his friends and his enemies before entering into any type of social gathering. With his connections, he often knew more about people he had never met, than long term friends knew about each other after years of interaction.

  Kamal didn’t feel that he was prying into people’s private lives; quite the opposite, he was educating himself as to their strengths and weaknesses. This kept him from being taken advantage of and had often provided information, which helped his security team, perform their duties in keeping him safe.

  He nodded politely at several women who stared at him a bit too long. Used to women flirting with him, he shrugged off the seductive wink of a tall blonde when he spied his brother across the room speaking with a beautiful young woman.

  He watched her giggle a little too much, obviously trying to keep his brother’s attention solely focused on her. Looking at the expression on his brother’s face, he could have told her to relax. Khalil was already hooked and seemed content to stay that way.

  As he stepped around a small group standing between he and his brother, he caught sight of the dark red hair of a woman standing in his brother’s group. Kamal stopped short, stunned by how alluring her hair color was. It was definitely natural, but the way the light shone on the varying colors of red made her hair almost seem alive.

  Taking another step forward, he was stunned speechless when she turned slightly, giving him his first glimpse of her profile. Alabaster skin, a slightly turned up nose and a mouth made for kissing greeted him. Continuing to turn, he watched as her lids lifted and her eyes captured his attention. They were the most startling shade of green he had ever seen. Deep, dark, mysterious, and warm. Those words described the feelings he had as he watched her eyes land on him, skitter away, and then return.

  He continued his forward progress, greeting his brother briefly in Arabic before returning his attention to the beautiful woman standing directly in front of him. Offering his hand, he spoke to her, “Good evening.”

  Seeing her eyes light with interest and the husky quality of her voice as she replied, “Good evening,” had his body standing at attention and demanding he learn more about her.

  Kale watched the interaction between his brother and Shira’s cousin with interest. Mentally smiling to himself, he had never been so happy to see his brother. Maybe now he would finally be able to get Shira alone and calm her nervousness.

  It was obvious that she was attracted to him, and while he had enjoyed their flirtations these last few months, he was ready for more. He had held himself tightly in check during the contract negotiations, putting his country’s needs before his own, but that was done now. Tonight there was only his own needs to worry about and he hoped to add Shira’s to his list of duties tonight as well.

  Making the introductions, he said, “Kam, may I introduce Shira and her cousin, Erin. Shira, this is my brother, Kam.”

  Erin watched as the newcomer briefly shook her cousin’s hand before turning the full weight of his dark gaze in her direction once again. The magnetism she felt between her and the stranger was as foreign as the words he spoke in reply to Kale’s introduction. When Kale ushered her cousin off in another direction, she turned to follow them only to be stopped by a hand upon her arm. “Don’t go.”

  Turning her head, she looked first at the hand holding her arm before letting her eyes leisurely travel up to the face that was attached to it. He was a very handsome man. Standing more than six inches above her five foot seven height, his trim body and the way he held himself was very alluring. This man was clearly used to being in charge.

  Erin briefly wondered what his occupation was. She still hadn’t figured out what connection Kale had to the leadership of Jawhara, but he appeared to have quite a bit of authority there. Did his brother also have a position of authority in Jawhara?

  “Would you care to join me for a walk? I understand there is a formal garden through those doors,” Kamal suggested, pointing towards the double French doors leading to the patio beyond.

  Kamal watched Erin take one last look at where her cousin had disappeared to and then slowly nod her head, “I would love to get some fresh air. So, yes. I would love a walk in the garden.”

  Waiting for her to precede him, he let his eyes drift down over her figure, stopping briefly as his eyes devoured the sumptuous curves her form fitting dress revealed. The black fabric molded itself to her lush breasts, before dropping down to hug her hips – hips that were made to hold onto as….

  Pulling his thoughts back, Kamal followed her outside, placing a hand low on her back and feeling the shiver of reaction as it coursed through her body. Good. She feels the attraction too.

  Leading her towards a darkened path, he gestured with his hand informing his security detail to keep their distance. The path was lit only by small strands of lights scattered here and there amongst the vegetation, giving Kamal a perfect excuse to keep his hand upon her back as they walked. “Are you warm enough?”

  Erin nodded, “Yes. And you?”

  Kamal answered with a smile, “Of course. Your country is very different from my own during the day, but at night the temperatures are very similar.”

  Erin smiled at him, “In what way?�
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  “Well. Bordering the sea, we enjoy a slight breeze off the water most of the time. This brings much needed humidity to our arid land. Once the sun goes down, the temperature drops dramatically, and one can almost taste the moisture in the air. It’s not so different than here.”

  Erin laughed, “I take it you’ve never been in DC during the winter months?”

  Kamal shook his head, “Sadly, no. I have been in Vermont during the winter months however. Is the weather here so different?”

  Erin laughed again, “You could say that. They get tons of snow up there. Here, we get a little bit here and there, but normally we don’t get the volume like they do. I can’t imagine trying to move several feet of snow each morning.”

  Kamal was shocked, why would this beautiful young woman need to worry about moving snow? “You enjoy moving snow?” he asked, suddenly picturing her delectable body bending over provocatively.

  Erin huffed, “Really? Do you enjoy shoveling snow?”

  “I’ve never done it. But in my country it would be someone else’s job to remove snow.”

  Erin looked at him and when she realized he was being serious, she asked, “Spoiled much?”

  “Never,” Kamal replied. Having servants see to his every need was not a matter of being spoiled; it was his due as the Sheikh of his people. It was his country’s privilege to take care of their ruler. They were compensated well for their service, and Kamal had his every need met. Well, almost every need.

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