Page 122 of Bred By the Sheikh

“That feels good.”

“I can tell.”

“You’re arrogant.”

“You’re soaking my hand.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to announce it.”

“It means I’m going to enjoy it.”

I circled her clit again.

She pushed into my touch.

Her head tipped against my shoulder.

I kissed beneath her ear while my fingers worked her.

The city glittered beyond the terrace.

Chrissy’s ring pressed against the back of my neck when she pulled me closer.

I felt the cool edge of it every time her hand moved.

That nearly finished me before I’d even taken my clothes off.

Her thighs tightened around my wrist.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.”

I slipped one finger inside her.

She gasped.

I slid in a second finger.

Chrissy opened wider.

“Oh God.”

I curled them slowly while my thumb returned to her clit.

Chrissy jerked.

“Like that?”

“Yes.”

I repeated it.

She made a broken little sound.

I kissed her mouth.

“Let me feel you come around my fingers.”