Seduced by the Sheik

by Elizabeth Lennox

  “It’s safe and tedious, without any excitement. Chocolate though! That’s the best kind of cake.”

  Amit brought the right amount of water, then measured out the oil, adding both to the bowl.

  Nervously, she laughed, trying to get into the spirit of the moment while still disagreeing with him. “Nope. You’re wrong. Vanilla is the best. Chocolate is overwhelming.”

  He chuckled as he moved behind her and she shivered, glancing at the twins, but they were eagerly stirring the cake batter. “I thought you preferred overwhelming,” he teased, his voice low and sexy.

  Harper glanced back at him sharply, surprised by the sensuous note in his voice. Sure enough, as soon as their eyes clashed, she saw the heat in his eyes.

  There was a moment…a long, intense moment…while they stared at each other, both wishing she’d stayed in his bed this morning.

  A loud clatter of pans broke the tension and Harper jerked back to the present. Looking around, she noticed that Ellora and Elsa were staring up at her expectantly.

  “Right! Cake!” She pointed to the carton of eggs. “Open that up and we need to put two eggs into the bowl.” Amit chuckled as he left the kitchen, unaware of, or maybe just unconcerned by, her glare.

  But as he pushed through the doors, she caught his wink, telling her that he was fully aware of her irritation. He chuckled and disappeared.

  “What do we do next?” Elsa asked.

  Harper ripped her gaze away from the kitchen door, returning her attention to the cake making process. “Can you grab a measuring cup?”

  An hour later, the cooled cakes were sitting on a cake decorating platform. It was a small spinning platform that allowed them to twirl the cake while applying the frosting.

  “Oh, this is going to be good!” The girls beamed as they dunked the offset knife into the frosting, adding another thick layer to the mostly covered cake. Harper grinned at the chef who stood off to the side, wringing his hands in horror at the cake. It was lopsided and had so much frosting that it was coming apart slightly. Plus, the girls kept retouching the top, which pulled at the frosting, causing the top layer of the cake to crumble.

  “Isn’t that enough frosting?” she finally asked.

  “NO!” they replied in unison, laughing as they added even more frosting. “I think we should bring a piece of cake to Uncle Amit!” Elsa announced.

  “And Uncle Gaelen and Uncle Tarin,” Ellora added, always the peacekeeper.

  Ellora agreed. “What about Aunt Talia?” she asked, and Elsa’s worried eyes looked up at Harper. “Should we bring some to Aunt Talia? She doesn’t eat a lot though.”

  Harper smiled gently at the two girls. “I think we should offer cake to the whole family, and if there are any leftovers, maybe we could offer some to your tutor and nanny? I suspect that they’d enjoy some cake. And perhaps we could give some cake to the ladies who clean your rooms?”

  Elsa and Ellora shared a glance, their grins widening. “Yes!”

  Harper felt proud that the girls were eager to share their cake with everyone, both family and their caretakers. It was a big step for the girls.

  One of the kitchen staff helped them slice the cake and place it on delicate china plates, and the servant carried the plate filled tray, starting with a delivery to Amit’s office.

  Rashid watched them approach with confusion in his eyes, which quickly turned to delight when he listened to their explanation. “I believe that His Highness has the next five minutes free,” he said, clapping his hands as he led the small entourage into Amit’s office. Elsa snuck a piece of cake onto the man’s desk while he wasn’t looking, then raced ahead, pretending as if she hadn’t just done something incredibly sweet and generous.

  “Good morning, Your Highness,” Rashid announced, stepping aside so that Amit could see his nieces. “Princess Elsa and Princess Ellora are here to offer you a treat.”

  Elsa moved forward, her eyes nervous as she stared up at Amit behind his massive desk. “Would you…like some cake?” she asked nervously.

  Ellora stepped closer, taking her hand, as if sharing her bravery with her sister. “It’s not chocolate,” she whispered. “But it has chocolate frosting.”

  Amit’s eyes sparkled as he stood up and knelt down in front of them. “Is this the cake I saw you ladies making earlier?”

  The girls nodded, hovering a bit closer, but they didn’t say anything.

  “I would be thrilled to have some cake,” he told them. “I smelled it when it was baking and I was hoping that we’d have the cake for dessert tonight. But if you’re going to let me try it now,” he grinned, “that means I get a treat before lunch!”

  The girls watched, beaming, as Amit tasted the cake. “This is delicious!”

  “Okay, let’s go, ladies,” Harper announced, her heart throbbing at the wonderful way Amit dealt with the twins. She took the girls’ hands, guiding them back to the doorway. “We’ll stop by Uncle Gaelen’s office next,” she said.

  Then, because she was feeling brave, Harper tossed him a challenging glance over her shoulder. After the look he’d given her in the kitchen, she felt a bit powerful. But she should have known better.

  The girls and the servant filed out of Amit’s office, with Harper bringing up the rear. But before she could reach the doorway, a strong arm grabbed her and she was lifted off of her feet and carried back inside. “Harper will be there in a moment,” he called, as he closed his office door.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, clutching at his arm.

  He chuckled, and she felt his teeth nip at her ear. “You thought you could get away with that look, didn’t you?”

  She laughed, leaning forward in a feeble attempt to get away from him. “Yes,” she replied. “That was my plan anyway.”

  “Ah, but you didn’t understand that I have other plans for you,” and he turned her around and lifted her onto his desk. “And you were very naughty this morning. I don’t like waking up alone, my dear.”

  She laughed, feeling deliciously brave at the moment. “Ah, but you were asleep. I had things to do and I was bored, waiting for you to recover from…”

  Harper didn’t have a chance to finish because his mouth swooped down to cover hers, while his hands moved under her shirt. He took full advantage of her surprise by deepening the kiss. With an eager moan, Harper leaned into him, already unable to even think about pushing him away as her arms lifted up, wrapping around his neck.

  “Still bored?” he asked, but before she could respond, he flicked her nipple and she shuddered, her legs tightening around his hips.

  “No!” she replied, breathless with desire. After last night, he knew several places along her neck that drove her wild and he used that knowledge. He nibbled along the base of her neck while his fingers tormented her nipples.

  The shrill ring of the phone startled them. The sound was almost like a dousing of cold water, except that Harper didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to keep going!

  Which was absolutely insane! She was sitting on his desk, his hips between her legs, and it was broad daylight!

  He sighed as the phone rang again. Leaning his forehead against hers, she felt his fingers press gently into the softness of her waist. “I have to get that. It’s Rashid informing me that I am late for my next meeting.”

  Slowly, they extricated themselves. Harper slowly let her hands slide down his chest. Harper felt her breasts tingling, which meant that her nipples were pressing against the thin material of her shirt. She should have worn a sweater, she thought with frustration.

  But as he stepped back, Harper realized that he was in the same situation, only worse. “Looks like your issue is more prominent than mine,” she said, referring to the erection tenting his slacks.

  His eyes narrowed and he moved closer. “I will toss you over my shoulder and haul you off to my bed,” he warned. He pretended to grab at her, and Harper squealed in delight as she jumped off his desk and skittered away. She had no illusions tha
t she’d actually gotten away, but the light laughter made her feel better about where they were with regards to their affair. It wasn’t over, she told herself with relief.

  “Come to my suite when you’re done with the girls. Five o’clock.”

  She smirked as she moved towards the door, her hips swaying seductively. “Oh, I don’t know. I think I…” Again he lunged around his desk, his eyes conveying his intentions and she laughed, holding her hands out in front of her. “Okay!” she giggled, scooting back hurriedly. “I’ll be there! We’ll finish this!”

  With that, she hurried out of his office.

  Chapter 17

  Amit checked his watch again. Only thirty seconds had passed. He sighed impatiently. One of his advisors was droning on about a project in the western province. It was an important project, but he wanted to get the hell out of here and go find Harper. Just ninety more seconds, he told himself. Then the meeting would be over and he could begin his lesson about how wrong it was to torment him then leave.

  He didn’t hear the updates on the project. In his mind, he was going over all the different ways he was going to make love to Harper once he got out of this damn meeting.

  He glanced at his watch again, almost growling when he realized that the second hand had only moved fifteen seconds.

  In the end, the meeting went over by five minutes and Amit was ready to knock heads together. When he rushed out of the meeting, he discovered Rashid waiting outside, looking like he had another issue.

  Before the man could speak, Amit held up his hand, stopping the man just as he opened his mouth. “Has someone attacked us?” he demanded, walking towards his goal.

  “No, Your Highness!” he gasped, hurrying after Amit.

  “Has someone declared war?”

  “Absolutely not!”

  Amit continued towards the exit for the administrative offices. “Is anyone in my family hurt?”

  “They are all safe,” Rashid assured him.

  “Good,” he growled, and kept going. “Then I don’t want…!”

  “Amit!” Gaelen called from the opposite end of the hallway.

  Amit turned to glare at his brother as he walked towards him, a sheaf of papers in his hand. “What do you want?” he demanded.

  Gaelen chuckled at his brother’s grim expression, and punched him on the arm. “Nothing. I just knew that you were hurrying towards something and suspected it was the lovely Harper and…”

  Amit turned on his heel, literally growling this time as he fisted his hands to keep himself from punching his brother. “Get the hell away from me!”

  He stalked away with the sound of his brother’s laughter following him. He ignored the startled glances from Tarin and Talia as he walked past. He had a single purpose now and he was getting out of here as fast as he could. His goal was to find Harper and make love to her.

  When he stepped into his apartment five minutes later, he looked around, furious when he didn’t find her waiting for him. Instead of asking one of the servants to locate her, he turned around and opened the door…to find Harper, hand raised to knock.

  They stared at each other for a startled moment, the tension pulsating between them. Amit was the first to recover and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the room. With a sigh of relief, Amit slammed the door closed behind her, and pressed her back against the door.

  “You are late!” he growled, lowering his head to find that spot on her neck he’d teased earlier.

  Harper shivered, closing her eyes as she felt desire roar to life within her. “I thought you were kidding about…”

  “I don’t joke when it comes to this,” he grumbled as he reached for the snap of her slacks. “I want you wearing skirts from now on.”

  She laughed, then gasped when he jerked her slacks and panties down. “Um…” she stopped laughing when he bent down to pull her flats off, then tugged her slacks and panties past her feet, tossing them to the side.

  “Since I’m down here,” he commented in a conversational tone.

  Harper had no idea what he meant until she felt his hand on the back of her knee. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, opening her up with his other hand. “Perfect,” he commented.

  She looked down at him, her hands on his massive shoulders to steady herself. “What are you going to do?”

  But she knew! Harper saw his intent in his eyes before she even finished the question. “You can’t!” and she tried to pull back, not sure she was ready. Yesterday, he’d gotten her there quickly, even frantically. But right at this moment?

  She couldn’t…! Okay, yeah, she could! His lips were amazing and then his tongue and fingers even more so. Faster than she would have thought possible, Harper felt her body splinter apart with those shocking waves of pleasure, so intense, she couldn’t even hold herself upright. Thankfully, Amit stood up and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He quickly divested her and himself of their remaining clothes while she watched with sultry eyes.

  “Now, let’s do that all over again,” he commented, his eyes moving greedily over her naked figure, one hand tugging her legs further apart so that he could survey every inch of her. Harper was only a little self-conscious and he didn’t let her worry for too long. He moved over her, his strong arms holding himself above her as he admired her breasts, puckered and begging for his touch. Her stomach fluttered with need, seeing him above her. He kissed her. For several long moments, he did nothing but kiss her until she pressed her body against his.

  Harper wanted to give him back everything he’d gifted to her. So, instead of letting him overwhelm her as he’d done so many times last night…and moments ago…she pressed against his shoulders until she had him flat on his back. Swinging one leg over his waist, she straddled him, looking down at the large expanse of chest covered with a light dusting of hair. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes drinking him in and her fingers exploring where her eyes had just gone. “I could do this all day.”

  He slid his hands up her thighs, sending tingles of awareness, but she ignored them and lowered her head, letting her hair trail against his skin as she fluttered light kisses along his chest, moving up to his neck, then back down to explore those intriguing ridges and dents. When she reached one of his nipples, she loved the sounds he made as her mouth closed over that tender spot. She loved it so much, she moved to the other, grabbing his own hands when they moved over her body, trying to tease her core again. But she wouldn’t let him, wanting to explore his body a bit longer without distraction.

  Pressing his hands to the mattress, just as he’d done to her last night, she smiled as she kissed her way up and down his body.

  Her efforts elicited a soft chuckle from him. “Do you really think you can stop me from touching you?” he asked. In response, she bit his nipple. Not hard, but enough to get his attention, smiling when he hissed in a harsh breath.

  “I think that I want to do this and you’re going to let me,” she shot back, not bothering to look up at him.

  He grunted, but didn’t push her hands away. Instead, she felt him tense as she moved lower along his body. Lower still, kissing every inch of him. Shifting against him, Harper looked up as her hot, wet core rubbed over his hard shaft, but she only smiled and kept moving lower.

  “Not funny, Harper.”

  She laughed softly, but before he could take over, she moved further down. With a smile, Harper let her mouth hover over his erection. For a long moment, their eyes met and held. She waited, her mouth open as she teased him, breathing warmth along his throbbing length. But just when she knew he was about to pull her away, she wrapped her lips around his shaft. Harper heard the muttered curse and felt his hands dive into her hair. Thankfully, he didn’t try to guide her mouth, but only tangled his fingers in her hair as she explored his erection, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin right under the head. He groaned again, thrusting into her mouth and she sucked. Hard! Amit hissed, jackknifing up and twisting around, spreading
her legs with his knees as he reached for the condom he’d tossed onto the covers beside them. He rolled the protection down over his shaft as quickly as he could, still muttering curses as he stared at her body.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” he growled, taking one of her legs and lifting it over his shoulder. At the same time, he pressed into her, thrusting slowly but firmly until he was deeply embedded in her heat. Only then did he pause, staring down into her sapphire eyes. “You’re mine!” he groaned, then began a slow, rhythmic thrusting.

  Over and over, he thrust into her, shifting his hips until he found the best angle to hit that tender nub, bringing her pleasure higher and higher. When she knew that she couldn’t take anymore, she grabbed his hips and lifted her own, meeting his thrusts with her own until….!

  “Amit!” she screamed, arching her back as the waves of her climax poured over her. She vaguely heard him roar with his own climax, but she was too overwhelmed by her own pleasure and could only hang on to him, tightening her legs and her inner muscles. A long moment later, he collapsed against her, burying his face in her neck.

  Slowly, their bodies came back to the present and he lifted his head, looking down at her. “That was…”

  “Beautiful,” she whispered, finishing for him before he could say something that might damage the wonderful moment.

  “Yeah,” he said, his thumb rubbing over her cheek softly.

  For a long time, they lay like that, just holding each other. Slowly, he started talking, asking her about her day. She asked about his and they laughed at the amount of frosting on the girls’ cake, the meetings he’d been in. He described Rashid’s horrified expression when Amit had demanded the reason for his presence after his last meeting. Harper laughed so hard as he described that scene that she had to bury her face against his chest.

  He made love to her again, slowly this time, before he finally carried her into the bathroom so that they could shower. Afterwards, they ate dinner alone in his apartment and then he took her into his arms again, but this time, for sleep.