Page 43 of The Geek and the Sheikh

“If you wish, you may remain here, or there is a small kitchenette if you prefer,” Madame Monet was saying.

“We’ll stay here, thank you,” Jameel responded.

“I’ll return shortly. I will instruct Juliet not to disturb you,” Madame Monet promised with a bow of her head.

Junebug watched Madame Monet as she disappeared through the curtained doorway. Jameel’s warm voice broke the silence and she blinked, drawn out of her wandering thoughts about the mad dash that led them here and her subsequent delightful purchases.

“You look beautiful.” Jameel’s voice was deeper than usual.

She looked up with a startled expression, then down at the floral capris and taffy pink cashmere sweater with a bodice that dipped into a V to allow a peek at her ample breasts. A fluffy magenta waistcoat buttoned over the sweater. The two shades of pink looked marvelous together and pulled out the variety of pinks in her pants. Madame Monet had even found a pair of white sneakers with tiny pink rhinestones that fit her. She had picked the outfit with careful thought to their current situation. She needed to be nimble, yet fashionable enough to not look like she was a spy. A wry smile curved her lips when she saw the appreciative gleam in his eyes.

“Thank you. I was looking for something comfortable but also something that would hold up while we were on the run. This has some spandex in it so I can kick some ass if I need to,” she replied with a grin.

“Mm, I guess I should have thought about that when picking out my outfit,” he said with a smothered laugh.

“Pink is a wonderful color. Did you know that it is very difficult for people to be angry with someone wearing pink?” she mused, looking down at her clothing and rocking back and forth on her heels.

His grin was disbelieving and affectionate. “No. I’ve never heard that before.”

“You should try it sometime,” she suggested.

He closed the distance between them. Junebug stood with her hands folded in front of her. A playful smile curved her lips.

“Your hair is wonky,” she said.

“Maybe people will think thatyoumessed it up,” he replied, his own lips twitching.

“You have your shirt buttoned wrong.”

“Maybe I did that so you would fix it,” he murmured.

“You have a five o’clock shadow,” she whispered, her eyes on his lips.

“I’ll be gentle with your skin,” he promised.

“I’m not sure I want gentle,” she confessed, closing the last step between them.

They met halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss filled with hunger. Junebug parted her lips and tangled her tongue with his. Her hands ran up his arms and she buried her fingers in his hair, gently scraping his scalp and messing his hair up even worse than it was before.

His lips were firm. She could feel the slight scratch of his shadow. Their breaths came together until they were breathing as one. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until her breasts pressed against his broad chest. She wondered what that would feel like without the barrier of their clothing.

The thought sent a shaft of need straight to her womanhood and she squeezed her legs around his thighs. There was a hardness pressed against her that wasn’t helping. She hadn’t realized that he had cupped her buttocks and lifted her until her womanhood rested against his engorged cock.

He moaned and pulled away far enough to run frantic kisses from her neck to her ear. His hips were rocking back and forth in a primitive dance as old as time. The friction was hitting a spot that made the heat building inside her fan out until it ignited every nerve-ending.

“This feels amazing,” she moaned.

Her confession had an effect on him. He muttered an inaudible curse and stepped forward, pressing her against the wall. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow and his expression grew tense as they panted together.

He captured her lips again, this time in a kiss that he was the master of. He demanded her submission even as he continued to pleasure the sensitive spot between her legs. She moaned and trembled. With her back braced against the smooth wall, he slid one hand beneath her sweater, gliding up her side to her breast.

Her bra was extremely thin and lacey. They both moaned when he easily found her nipple. He released her lips long enough to glare at her.

"Make itmoredifficult for me to control myself why don't you," he growled.

She fought a grin. He liked her bra and what lay beneath it. She liked his warm hand.

“I… just… need… a… little...," she whispered.

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