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Authors: Sophia Lynn,Jessica Brooke

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“You’re not the only one who plays dirty,” she purred. Though she didn’t turn to look at him, he could imagine the smile on her face. It made him want to spin her around and kiss that smile right off her luscious lips, until she was burning with need and begging him for more.

“I can see that,” he said, sliding his hand slightly to the left so that his fingertips rested against her mound. She stiffened against him, and he pressed a little harder, then grinned as she rewarded him with the tiniest whimper. She was a challenge, with her sparkling green eyes, seductive grins, and her willingness to fight back, and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. Usually he went after women who were pliant, willing to bend over and give him whatever he wanted. But he sensed that though Madeline would bend, it would only be because
she
wanted it, and not the other way around. And it brought out his natural need to dominate.

“I think I’m ready to go inside now,” Madeline said, her voice slightly breathless as her hand covered the one he was pressing up against her. Her hips rocked forward against his fingers, and he was shocked to realize that if he didn’t step away from her now, she was going to get herself off right here on the observation deck.

The only problem was, if he stepped back now the entire world would see his hard-on.

“Give me a minute,” he murmured, moving his hand from between her thighs to her hip. He pulled back enough to put some distance between them while still using her body to shield his erection, then bit the inside of his cheek and counted to ten, focusing in on the pain. When his cock shrank enough that he could hide it within the confines of his pants, he stepped back completely, then turned Madeline around. His heart beat a little faster at the sight of her bright eyes and flushed cheeks. He hadn’t even kissed her yet and already it looked as if someone had started to ravish her.

“Come,” he said, turning away. “I have a room we can use.” He walked briskly to the door, then held it open so she could enter first.

“A room?” she asked quietly as they crossed the floor and headed for the elevator. “You mean here at the Burj?”

“They always keep a set of rooms open here for the royal family to use,” Zayid said with a grin as they stepped into the elevator. Of course, those rooms were for guests of the royal family to stay in when they couldn’t—or didn’t want them to—stay at the palace, but nobody needed to know that he occasionally used them for one-night stands.

“I see,” Madeline said as the doors closed behind them.

The ride to the hotel room in question was only two floors down, but it felt like an eternity to Zayid. He had to stuff his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching out and touching Madeline, and he focused on the lights counting down the floors overhead so that he wouldn’t stare at Madeline’s tempting, luscious red lips.

The doors finally opened, and this time Zayid did take Madeline’s hand as he walked briskly down the hall, practically dragging her toward the room. He pulled the keycard from his wallet, then swiped it, and the green light blinked, granting them access.

“After you, my lady.” Zayid bowed as he pushed the door open with a flourish.

Madeline giggled. “As you wish.” She stepped inside, turning her head so that she could take in the spacious room with its dark grey walls, pale carpeting, and large windows that offered a superb view of the city. A king-sized bed piled high with pillows and covered with a checkered grey bedspread dominated the center of the room, and Zayid’s blood burned with the need to toss her onto those pillows and make love to her.

His eyes returned to her, roaming up and down her hourglass figure before settling on that round ass that had driven him crazy back up on the observation deck. Tired of waiting, he walked up behind her and scooped her up into his arms, then carried her over to the bed.

“Hey!” she squealed, more out of surprise than protest, but he fused his lips to hers, drowning out any more complaints. She softened against him instantly, kissing him back as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and he laid her down on the bed, pressing her into the mattress with his big body. The kiss quickly turned hungry, and she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, demanding without words that he open his mouth to hers. He did so, and their tongues clashed, tangling together as both tried to drink in the sweet scent of the other. Zayid fisted his hands in Madeline’s hair as she ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, and in the back of his mind he thanked Allah that he had some spares in the closet here. But the blood pounding through his veins and the need burning in his loins swept the thought away. He didn’t care if she shredded all of his clothes. He wanted them both naked, and he wanted it now.

Her fingernails scraped against his broad shoulders as she tried to push the remains of his shirt off his body, and he pulled back so he could slip off the shirt himself. As he did so, he gazed down at Madeline, who stared up at him with hunger in her jewel-green eyes. His cock jumped as her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and he reached for his belt, wanting those lips on him.

“Yes,” she purred as he undid his belt, reaching for the zipper on his slacks. A few moments later, his cock sprang free into her waiting hand, and Zayid hissed in pleasure as her fingers closed around the length of him.

“Impressive,” she said, sliding the pad of her thumb over his sensitive crest, and she sounded sincere.

“Lick it,” Zayid rasped, hips tilting forward to press closer to her face. An erotic thrill went through him as her red lips parted, and he groaned as her hot, wet tongue slid over his silky shaft. She took him into her mouth and sucked him like a pro, with just a hint of teeth as her tongue slid against the underside of his shaft. His balls tightened with need, and he sank his hands into her hair, nails grazing her scalp as she pleasured him.

When he felt himself getting close, he pushed her back, his chest heaving. “My turn,” he said, stepping out of his pants so that he could spread her legs and kneel between them. She obeyed, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him bunch up her skirt around her hips. Her eyes darkened as he clamped his teeth around the waistband of her lacy white panties before he pulled them off using his mouth. This close, he could smell her pussy, and the scent was sweet and addictive, heightening his hunger. He wanted to dip his head between her legs and taste her there. Instead he took his time, caressing her smooth, creamy legs as he pulled her panties all the way down and over the black heels she wore.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.

“Not until you touch me first.” Madeline lifted her chin in challenge, a seductive smirk playing across her lips. “Unless you’re too afraid?”

“How could I be afraid of something so beautiful?” Grinning, he ducked down between her legs, then licked her bare slit. Her hips came up off the bed when his tongue found her clit, and she cried out, her thighs squeezing his head on either side. Bracing his hands on her inner thighs to keep her from crushing his skull, he licked and sucked at her folds, greedily lapping up her sweetness until she was writhing and moaning.

“Please…” she begged, arching her hips up against his face in an attempt to grind against his mouth. She needed more pressure to get off, and he knew it, so he eased back a little, denying her what she wanted. “Please, Zayid, make me come.”

“Take off your dress first.”

She sat up then, scooting away from him a little, then reached down and gripped them hem of her sequined dress. Zayid held his breath in anticipation as she slowly lifted it inch by inch, revealing the pale, creamy skin of her taut abdomen. Her round, full breasts, hidden behind a lacy white bra, came into view next, and Zayid’s fingers curled into fists as he fought the need to reach out and touch them. Finally, Madeline pulled the dress over her head, and she held it there for a moment, smiling at him before she tossed it to the floor.

“Well?” she asked, rising up to her knees so that her pussy was eye level with him. The pink folds glistened in the lamplight, begging to be licked. “Are you going to finish me off? Or should I go put my dress back on?” She sank her fingers into the back of Zayid’s hair and pressed his face against her pussy.

Zayid inhaled the sweet scent of her womanhood, and he slid his hands up to grab her ass, pressing her more firmly against him as he began to eat her out again. Madeline moaned as her grip on his hair tightened, and she began to rock against his mouth, slowly at first, then faster as he pushed her closer to the edge. His cock ached to be inside her, to feel her sweet pussy clench around his shaft, but he wanted her to come first so that she would be ready for him. He squeezed the soft, round globes of her ass as he tongued her clit, flicking it rapidly, and she came for him, her nails digging into his scalp as she shuddered and moaned. Spent, she fell back on the bed. He sat down, then pulled her into his lap.

“I’m going to take you now,” he told her as he guided her down onto his cock.

“Yes,” she moaned as the tip of him came into contact with her folds. Zayid hissed as she slid onto him, her tight pussy enveloping his cock and sending a wave of pleasure rippling through him. Madeline’s green eyes were heavy lidded as she gazed down at him, and her red lips curved into a seductive smile as she began rocking her hips into his, riding him slowly but firmly.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, digging his fingers into her curvy hips so he could bounce her up and down his cock. The pace increased, as did his pleasure, and when he tilted his head up she met his lips with her own, accepting his wordless invitation. He kissed her hungrily as she fucked him, his hands roaming behind her back to undo her bra. When her breasts sprang free he cupped them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across her taut nipples.

“Ohh,” she moaned, arching into him. “Yes, more.”

Zayid grinned against her mouth—she didn’t have to ask twice. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts, rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rasped them against his palms. Madeline moaned in delight, rocking her hips against him harder and faster. Her thrusts grew more desperate, her eyes wild, and when her pussy walls clenched around his cock and she shuddered with ecstasy, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he spilled himself within her.

“Jesus,” Madeline panted, resting her sweaty forehead against his. “That was great.”

“Indeed it was.” Zayid rolled onto his side, tucking Madeline against his body. “I think I could really use a nap now.” He prepared to snuggle with Madeline, but to his surprise, she stiffened.

“Actually,” she said, sitting up and checking the clock on the bedside table, “I’d better get going now.”

“Huh?” Zayid blinked as she hopped out of the bed and started dressing.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get up early for work tomorrow and it’s already getting a little late. If I take a nap here, then I’ll have to drag my ass back to my apartment in the middle of the night, which will really suck. It’s much easier if I just go now.”

“You could always stay the whole night.” Zayid tried not to sound put out as he watched Madeline shimmy back into her sparkling sequined dress. “I’d be happy to drop you off in the morning.”

“No, I’m good.” She slipped one shoe on, then hopped toward him to grab the other, which lay beneath the bed. “Thanks for the ride, Zayid. It was fun.” She kissed him, then slipped on her other shoe and headed for the door, tossing a wink over her shoulder at him before she left.

As Zayid stared after her, completely befuddled, he realized that he had never given her a ride home after all.

 

Chapter Six

 

 

When Madeline showed up for work the next morning, there was a distinct bounce in her step and a smile on her face. It might have been the fact that the sunrise had looked particularly gorgeous from her picture window this morning as she’d sipped her coffee and read the morning edition of the
New York Times
from her tablet. It might have been the fact that she’d gotten a good night’s sleep for the first time in over a week. Or it could have been the fact that she’d gotten laid.

Probably a combination of all three,
she thought as she smiled at the young man behind the front desk. He smiled back at her and greeted her, and she did the same before passing through the security checkpoint. Not even walking through the metal detector or being forced to take off her shoes was enough to dampen her mood. She felt good for the first time in a long time, and she was going to take advantage of all that positive energy and make sure she had a productive day.

After checking in with her boss and becoming more familiarized with the project and her role in it, she settled down in her section of the lab and began the day’s work. Hours quickly passed as she studied the files, made observations, and took notes. She was hunched over a microscope, studying the contents of a petri dish, when she heard a knock at the door.

Startled, she jerked up.
Holy cow
, she thought as she looked at the clock. It was after lunchtime. Her boss was probably coming to remind her to take a lunch break.

“Sorry,” Madeline said, swiveling around in her chair, and then she froze. Leaning against the doorjamb was not Aisha, her boss, but Zayid, looking devilishly handsome in a pair of jeans and a red button-down shirt left open halfway down his chest. Beneath that shirt he wore a tight black T-shirt that stretched across his chest, reminding her of the strong muscles that lay beneath…muscles that she’d glided over her skin last night. His silver eyes sparkled as he gazed at her, a small smile playing across his lips.

Flustered, she had to grab hold of the counter to keep from falling off her stool. “Zayid? What are you doing here?”

“I was struck by the desire to see whether or not you would look good in a lab coat,” he said as Madeline got to her feet. His smile widened as his eyes traveled lazily up and down her body. “It would seem that you do look very good in one. I imagine there isn’t much you wouldn’t look good in.”

“Thank you.” To her surprise, her cheeks warmed at the compliment. Annoyed, she squared her shoulders. “But that isn’t all you came for, is it?” Why exactly
had
he come? They both knew that last night had been a one-night stand, and she had no doubt Zayid had had many of those. There was no reason for him to come and visit her.

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