Page 42 of Bred By the Sheikh

My smile faded.

He held it toward me.

“May I?”

A prickle ran down the back of my neck.

I could’ve taken the seed from him.

Instead, I leaned forward.

“Yes, you may.”

He touched the seed lightly to my lower lip.

I opened my mouth.

His fingers didn’t enter.

They didn’t need to.

I took the pomegranate from him and bit down.

Sweetness burst over my tongue.

Tariq’s attention stayed on my face as I swallowed.

My pussy ached beneath the silk.

“That’s unfair,” I said.

“What’s unfair?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yes, I do.”

He didn’t joke or apologize.

I pressed my thighs together beneath the table.

I picked up a seed from my own dish.

“Then open your mouth.”

His shoulders went still.

He did.

I leaned across the table and pressed the seed to his lips.

Tariq took it slowly.

His mouth brushed the pad of my finger.

A shiver ran through me.

“That was also unfair,” he said.