The Sheikh's Untameable Lover (The Tazeem Twins Series Book 4) Page 8

  As Cassie rode him, she could feel pleasure coursing through her body as she leaned back and thrust her hips forward. Caught by surprise, she cried out his name as her orgasm rolled through her. Picking up speed, she continued to thrust against him as he tightened his grip on her hips.

  Pulling her harder against him, she cried out again as another orgasm took hold. Clamping down on his member, her pulsating muscles rippled against him as he arched up into her. Calling out her name, he came hard, catching his breath as his overstressed torso reminded him of his earlier car accident.

  Taking slow deep breaths, Cassie felt her pulse returning to normal as she quivered atop Hussain every time he twitched inside her. Worried that she might hurt him, she climbed off and lay beside him as he reached out his hand to stroke her.

  His hand soon stilled as she opened tired eyes to see that he had already fallen asleep. Reaching for the blanket, she covered them both up as she cuddled up against his side.

  ***

  The next day after Hussain had successfully convinced Cassie to stay, he took her into the city. For the first time, he actually willingly took a day off, which surprised Adilah as she teased him for being a lovesick puppy. She thought it was cute. He was dressed in casual khaki trousers and a white polo shirt. For once, he was not in a suit.

  “Are you sure you are okay to be out and about?” Cassie asked him as they walked into the gallery.

  “You and Adilah need to stop worrying so much about me. I said I am fine,” Hussain replied. The whole morning, he had to listen to his sister mother him. She was worried about him and he appreciated the sentiment, but no matter how hard he tried to convince Cassie and Adilah, it was pointless. They still worried over him.

  “It's okay to admit that you need rest.”

  “Woman, I am okay.”

  Cassie giggled. “Okay,” she said. She had her arm linked into his bigger and more muscular arm as they strolled around looking at the paintings together. Some women walking past stopped to greet him. He politely answered them as they giggled and walked off.

  They came upon a large glass cabinet filled with expensive looking sapphires and rubies more magnificent than what he had at home. Cassie stared at them as Hussain looked at her.

  “Do you want one?” he asked her. He was prepared to buy the entire contents for her no matter the price. Cassie turned to face him.

  “No,” she shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I have all that I need right here.” She stood on her toes and kissed him. Hussain stared at her with such an intense gaze. He liked her being this forward. “Although, I should get a commission for finalising that deal,” she added cheekily.

  Hussain groaned. “Oh, you want a reward,” he said and placed his hands on her waist. “I am your reward,” he added and grinned at her. Cassie tilted her head and laughed.

  “This is what Adilah warned me about,” she said.

  “What is?”

  “That the Tazeem men are so full of themselves.”

  Hussain smiled. “Did she also say how much we adore our woman?” he asked as Cassie laughed.

  “I can't deal with you.”

  Hussain kissed her cheek. “So what do you want to do now?” he asked her. He was okay with Cassie picking their next activity.

  “Let's go to Adilah's bakery,” she said. He raised his eyebrows.

  “Do you love me or my sister’s pastries?” he asked her. Cassie's cheeks turned red.

  “Erm, love?” her eyes raced.

  “Yes. You and my sister are oddly close.”

  “While I will admit that I seriously like your sister’s mad baking skills, I love you,” Cassie answered as she whispered the last part and quickly walked off. Hussain smiled and chased after her. Did she say love?

  Cassie and Hussain were kissing in the back of the Rolls Royce as they drove to Adilah's bakery. Hussain had been trying to make her say that she loved him again but she refused. So he decided to kiss it out of her.

  “All your memories are back then?” Hussain asked her. He was holding her in his arms.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “I still remember the way you ran into that vase,” Hussain laughed a little.

  Cassie playfully punched his shoulder. “That is not funny!”

  “Why were you running?”

  “Because Kalik was calling me and you know how scary he is. I had to get there as soon as possible,” Cassie pouted.

  “He is quite serious,” Hussain said and kissed her cheek. She giggled and turned to kiss him.

  “Except when he’s around your sister.”

  Frowning at her, “What does that mean?”

  Shrugging her shoulders, “Nothing.”

  They arrived at the bakery a few moments later. Adilah's face brightened when they walked in holding hands and she ran to greet them.

  “Hey, Adilah” Cassie greeted her. Adilah folded her arms.

  “Don't start,” Hussain said to her. He knew what she was going to say.

  “I have been telling you guys from the start that you look good together,” she said. Cassie giggled and shied away.

  “Adilah, let it go.”

  “Cassie is practically glowing!”

  “Am I?” Cassie asked.

  “Yes! Hussain looks good on you.”

  “I know, I do,” Hussain winked.

  “Hussain!” Cassie and Adilah said at the same time. Cassie pushed him away playfully as he started laughing. He couldn't help himself. Adilah had made it so easy.

  “Guys, go sit down and I'll get you something to eat,” Adilah said to them.

  “Thank you, I have been looking forward to it,” Cassie replied as they turned to sit down.

  “You, as well, Kalik,” Adilah said to him as she smiled. Kalik nodded and followed Hussain and Cassie but before he could walk past, she affectionately squeezed his arm as he smiled back at her. Adilah returned moments later along with a waitress who was carrying a tray of sweet treats and coffee. They placed them on the table in front of Hussain, Cassie and Kalik.

  Hussain leaned towards Cassie and kissed her cheek. “I love you, too,” he whispered in her ear. She giggled as she felt her face turn red.

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  The sound of glasses cr
ashing to the floor echoed through the bar causing Katya to flinch and catch her breath.

  Nikolai stood up and held out his hand to her, “Come.” He pulled her from the booth. “I assume you have other clothing backstage?”

  The short robe she had donned after her performance barely touched the top of her thighs and was diaphanous to the point of being almost completely see-through. While he was thoroughly enjoying the sight, some part of him recognized she was unused to dressing in such a way and would be horribly embarrassed to be seen leaving dressed like this.

  Kat nodded, casually glancing around the bar, hoping Danil might have arrived while she was speaking with Nikolai. She needed to find Danil!

  Nikolai watched her scan the bar, definitely searching for someone, but whom? She’d just arrived from the Midwest according to her own words, and she knew no one in the city. Or did she? Not liking to be played the fool, he took her arm and then tipped her head back to his own.

  “Who are you searching for?”

  He was 6’4” so Kat had to tip her head almost all the way back in order to meet his eyes. She did some fast thinking before she replied, “No one. Really. I was just trying to see if the same guys were here, or if different men came in here throughout the night.”

  Nikolai knew she was lying, but decided to save further questioning for later. When he had her alone and could call her on it.

  “Go change and then meet me out front.”

  “Okay, but you know you don’t really have to take me to dinner. I know you only offered because of my reaction when Mickey asked me to dance again.”

  “Oh, you think you can read my mind after only knowing me for what,” he glanced at his expensive watch, “fifteen minutes?”

  “No, but isn’t that why you offered?”

  His smirk let her know he was teasing her. “Yes, but I was going to convince you to join me for dinner anyway. Mickey just took away the asking part.”

  Kat shook her head at his logic. It was clear that it never entered his mind that she might have declined his dinner invitation. “You’re pretty confident, aren’t you?”

  “Am I wrong?”

  Kat sighed, “Probably not, but know we’ll never know. Will we?”

  She knew she was playing with fire teasing him, but she couldn’t help it. The attraction she felt for him was something new. Her last boyfriend had been more on the friend with benefits scale. Sexual attraction to Jimmy hadn’t been anything special, more like a mutual way to relieve stress after a long grueling practice session or stellar performance.

  She’d never known such overwhelming desire upon meeting someone before. Up to now rather than put herself out there for some real human experimentation she had contented herself with reading books and fantasizing about romance and sex. Not to say she didn’t have any experience, but on a scale of one to ten, most of her physical encounters in the past would rate no higher than a four.

  Something told her that getting involved with Nikolai would be off the charts. She gave him a small smile and then headed to the backstage area. The other women were all out, either working the lounge area or the more private backroom. Kat removed the see-through bra along with the G-string and put on her own underwear, wondering how women could willingly wear such skimpy underwear and be comfortable. Going commando would be more comfortable than what she’d just taken off. She quickly donned her street clothes: worn jeans that hugged her body and lean legs perfectly, brown leather ankle boots, and a black jersey-knit off the shoulder sweatshirt that bared her pale skin beneath.

  Normally she would have worn a leotard beneath the top, but that was for another time and place. The bra situation wasn’t to be, as she hadn’t worn one to the bar this afternoon. She adjusted the top several times, trying to hide the fact that her nipples were hard after having spent the last fifteen minutes in the presence of Nikolai. She was turned on, and without the benefit of a bra, anyone willing to look would be able to see that fact. Knowing there was nothing to be done about it she fluffed her hair up, wiped off the garish makeup and lip gloss, and then retrieved her tip money.

  Tucking the bills into her back pocket, she grabbed her sling backpack and the lockbox and then headed for the front door. She could see Nikolai talking with his bodyguards as she approached. After she handed the lockbox to the bouncer, he reached out and took her hand, pulling her out into the night.

  While they waited for his limo to be brought around, he spoke to one of his bodyguards in Russian, instructing him to wait for Danil to show up and bring the ledgers back to his penthouse.

  Kat listened, trying not to let on that she could understand him, but she couldn’t help but look at him when he mentioned Danil’s name.

  Nikolai felt her focus change when he mentioned his brigadier and wondered if she by chance knew how to speak Russian. Thinking he’d need to test his theory out later, he told his bodyguard he’d talk to him in the morning and then addressed Kat. “Come, dinner waits.”

  He helped her into the limo, instructing his driver to take them straight to his penthouse. He also instructed the driver to call ahead and have dinner waiting for them. Replacing the handset, he raised the dividing pane, cloaking the back of the limo in soft blue light and securing their privacy.

  “So, Katya, what brought a girl from the Midwest to Sin City?” Nikolai settled back against the plush leather interior and watched her fidget for a moment.

  Kat took a breath and decided she needed to stick as close to the truth as possible. She was a horrible liar. Always had been, always would be. “After my parents’ deaths, I found some papers that indicated I might not be as alone in this world as I’d originally thought. I did a little research and it led me here.”

  “So, you are looking for someone?” Nikolai asked, remembering how she had searched the bar as they exited his private booth.

  “Kind of. I don’t think this person even knows I exist, to be honest. It seems my parents had some sort of a falling out with my mom’s side of the family.”

  “What about your father’s family?” He watched as the skin around her eyes tightened – in fear, or in anger. He couldn’t read her yet, but he would be able to. Soon.

  “I…,” Kat paused, not giving voice to the hatred that burned in her gut at the mention of her father’s family, who killed one another to hide their dirty secrets.

  “Yes?” Nikolai prompted.

  “I can’t contact them at this time.” She looked out the window as the luxurious vehicle came to a stop outside one of Las Vegas’ newest hotel casino properties. Looking back at Nikolai, she asked, “What are we doing here?”

  “This is where I live.”

  She looked up at the building, craning her neck to look out the window, and still she was unable to see the roof. She turned back around to see Nikolai smiling at her in a way that had her questioning what he might be thinking.

  As Nikolai ushered Kat into the elegant lobby, he told her, “Dinner should be waiting for us.” he told her as he. He waved his hand in greeting to the uniformed employees who stood ready to serve and spoke briefly to several of them. When he led her to a private elevator and inserted a keycard, she raised her eyebrows, wondering about the man by her side.

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  “She's adorable,” Fiddah said to Tariq as Sara walked away. He was watching her walk with his usual blank face. He turned to look at Fiddah.

  “Amir keeps saying that. I do not see it,” Tariq said and picked up his menu. Fiddah laughed.

  “This is you we are talking about.”

  He lowered his menu and narrowed his gaze at her. “I am not the problem here,” he defended himself. The waitress reappeared to take their orders. She was watching him and blushing whilst he was speaking to her. Fiddah watched the waitress turn red.

  “When do you plan to marry?” Fiddah asked
Tariq as soon as the waitress left. Tariq frowned at his grandmother.

  “What brought this on?” He was confused with her sudden change of topic even though it was not the first time she had questioned him about marriage.

  “The waitress was blushing when she was speaking with you but you did not even notice. Makes me wonder if you notice women.”

  Tariq sighed before he replied. He was so used to women blushing in his presence that it did not even faze him anymore. The waitress came back carrying their drinks. Tariq sunk in his chair and watched her. She noticed him looking at her and she immediately started smiling. He raised one eyebrow. He waited for her to leave before he commented.

  “Marriage is not for me and even if it was, she would not be my type,” he said and took a sip from his glass. Fiddah shook her head. For years, she had been trying to convince him to marry but failed.

  “So what, you will bury yourself in the company until your death bed?”

  “I like my job.”

  “Too much! You need a life outside your job. You need a family.”

  “I have one.”