Page 26 of The Sheikh's Runaway Bride

It was only then she realized they weren’t alone under the pier. Someone gasped in the far shadows near a pillar. No. Not someone.Threesomeone’s all tangled up kissing while stripping off their clothes.

Oh, my.Her stomach clenched, and her blood thickened and warmed, her imagination in overdrive and her stare unblinking. But as much as it turned her on she wouldn’t ever partake in a threesome with her husband. Not even with someone from his harem.

Her throat dried. Was that what this was all about? Did he want to get her accustomed to the idea of sharing him?

Never.

Blond hair winked in the dim light seeping between the cracks of the planks above, a chorus of feminine giggles a fleeting sound in the brisk ocean breeze. Then three shadows solidified into one as the trio lay together on the sandy beach and continued their tryst.

A breathless mewl was followed by a groan, then the sound of skin slapping-on-skin.

Arabelle’s cheeks heated and her legs were suddenly shaky. She shouldn’t be here. Though it was shadowy and dark it was still too intimate. Too private. Too hot. And yet she couldn’t deny having to make use of her other senses—including her imagination—set off her voyeuristic side.

“Our resident backpacker is enjoying himself a little too much,” Mahindar murmured thickly.

The blond surfer dude? She stifled a giggle. She should have known.

She exhaled softly. “Is there such a thing astoo muchenjoyment?” she queried in an undertone.

“In this case, yes. Though one of the women is single, the other woman is most definitely married. Clearly not happily married, though.”

Yet it was okay for Mahindar to fuck his wife and then return to his harem? She stiffened, all her desire leaking away like water through a sieve.

“We should probably go,” he said, as though sensing her sudden objection.

“We should,” she agreed stiffly.

He drew her away from the cries and sighs and back toward the pier. It all seemed so incredibly normal again with everything cleared away, with only a string of fairy lights getting taken down.

Most of the villagers had withdrawn, but the jeep driver materialized out of the shadows and asked deferentially if they were ready to return home.

Within minutes they were back in the jeep. Mahindar took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, and she smiled thanks and snuggled into its warm folds, his amber scent wrapping around her.

When the driver pulled the jeep in front of the house, the storm was close with thunder rumbling and lightning crackling across the sky. Arabelle took the time though to lean toward the driver. “Please thank the villagers for a lovely evening.”

The driver smiled and assured her that he would, and Mahindar helped draw her out of the vehicle and pulled her close to his side as sketched a wave, and the driver roared off into the night.

Chapter Seventeen

The wind had begun whipping into a frenzy when Mahindar led Arabelle across the ramp at a run, the railing either side buffering them. By the time he’d keyed in the code that unlocked the back door, his wife was laughing hysterically.

He couldn’t help but join her. The wild weather drew out something feral and uninhibited, something intrinsically thrilling and elemental.

Still laughing, they ran hand-in-hand through the house and to the glass doors that opened onto the high deck outside. The sky was black, with the moon and stars no longer visible. The sea was an indistinguishable dark blanket but its spray immediately wet them as the surf crashed and thundered to the shore.

He moved behind her and she gripped the railing with an exhilarated shout as thunder boomed and lightning flashed, illuminating the entire beach and ocean for one bright nanosecond.

Desire surged through him and he drew her damp hair to one side and bent to kiss her nape. Her shiver went right through him and he groaned from deep in his chest as he tasted the cool ocean spray on her warm skin.

He could never get enough of his wife, but the raging storm set his lust raging and his dick harder than a pike, his needs as one with the tempest heading their way.

He was undoing the little pearl buttons that ran halfway down her back just as the rain hurtled down. She gasped, as one with the storm, with him and his needs. The dress fell into a sodden pile at her feet, leaving behind only her heeled shoes and her white thong. His dick jerked. De-fucking-lectable!

He unzipped his fly and released his shaft as she kicked aside her designer dress as though it was a rag. His merciless laugh was swept away in the wind and rain, but the savagery of the moment wasn’t lost to him. Neither of them cared about anything except to satisfy the relentless needs within.

“Keep your shoes on,” he growled. She was the perfect height to fuck in her heels. Not to mention how damn sexy she looked in them without any clothes. He pulled his shoes off and finished undressing while she peeled down her thong so that they were both fully naked to the elements.

The rain pelted against their skin and he cupped her heavy, straining breasts, then rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He’d been tempted all night to tweak her nipples and suck her unencumbered breasts through the fabric of her dress. Even under the pier when he’d had the chance he’d somehow stayed restrained.

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