Page 121 of Bred By the Sheikh

Then I turned her and sat, bringing her onto my lap sideways.

Chrissy blinked.

“That’s surprisingly civilized.”

“Give me a minute.”

Her grin vanished into a gasp when I slid one hand beneath the hem of her dress.

I traced the inside of her thigh.

She opened her legs for me.

“You look fucking beautiful with your legs open for me.”

Her breathing caught.

I kissed her throat.

“You like hearing me say that.”

“Yes.”

My fingers moved higher.

Her silk underwear was already damp.

I stroked over the fabric.

Chrissy’s hand closed around my shoulder.

“Tariq, stop teasing me.”

“Where do you want my hand?”

“On my clit.”

“That’s clearer.”

“You knew what I meant.”

“I did.”

She shifted impatiently against my hand.

“Please do it.”

I moved the fabric aside.

My fingers slid through her wet pussy.

Chrissy moaned.

“There.”

I stroked her clit slowly.

Her hips moved.