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think at all. Something wonderful was happening in places no man had gone before.
    How did he do that to her? The barrier of clothes might as well not exist. He moved beneath her and she found her traitorous body moving in counter point. It felt so damn good that she emitted a long series of sighs and moans.
    Holding her waist, he ground against her over and over, until she was hot, wet and climaxing. Words could not describe the sensations coming from her most private part and radiating to every nerve ending.  She had never felt anything like that. Even alone in the darkness when she experimented with personal satisfaction. And when she finally met his gaze, she realized she was not the only one to come apart.
    Her heart raced and she struggled for a breath.  She slid from the bed.  Her legs barely held her. A long, hot shower beckoned her.
    Sami started to follow.
    “No. You stay there.”
    “Is something bothering you?” His attempt at innocence would have been funny if she wasn’t still basking in the glow of … dare she think it… an orgasm.
    “You know it is.”  She folded her arms across her midsection, trying to calm the aftershocks.  “That’s just not right. I still had my clothes on”
    “For an American, you are very uptight.”
    She turned back and glared at him. “Do you have a large basis for comparison?”
    He came up behind her before she reached the bathroom and cupped her shoulders. The oversize t-shirt slipper from her shoulder and he brushed his lips over the henna butterfly.   “Do not make me the bad guy. And stop beating yourself up as if you’ve done something wrong.”
    It felt wrong. She condemned her mother for giving in to base desires when she was no better. With one big difference. She didn’t know how to leave her emotions out of the equation. And she could curse herself three ways to Sunday but it wouldn’t change the fact that she liked what he did to her. 
    He spun her around and pressed a kiss against her eager lips. “I understand, Lilah.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes, and next time we can take our clothes off first.”
    He managed to make her flush again and before she could respond, he scooted around her and walked into the bathroom before she could get to the shower first.
     
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    Sami placed the contracts back in the envelope and shoved them in the briefcase. Damn! He hated dealing with the petroleum cartel almost as much as the oil companies. A glance at his watch confirmed his suspicion. He had missed both breakfast and lunch. His stomach rumbled. Physical hunger he could deal with. The figurative hunger he’d been fighting all day was another matter.
    A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. His wife turned out to be a surprising combination of innocence and sensuality.  She had been so stunned by what happened to her that he wondered what kind of men she had dated in the past. Someone had left her with the impression that women should not enjoy sex. She was so sexual and so afraid of that side of her. 
    He leaned back in the chair and rested his feet on the desk. The morning delivery from the mall had threatened to ruin her good, if somewhat confused mood. He should have taken notes from that insightful sales girl. By disregarding all high-pressure sales tactics, she had gotten Lilah’s approval without any of the drama of the day before.
      Just as he got comfortable, the Emira came in the office. He sprung to his feet. “Good morning Mother.”
    She sat in the chair across from his desk. “Why are you back to work?”
    “Where else would I be?”
    “With Lilah.”
    “She’s with her grandmother and a few of her cousins. They went jewelry shopping for the glorified headband.” At least that was what most of the non- Nadiarian princesses called their crowns.
    “Oh, good. I was worried she might have problems adjusting to life here.”
    “Worried about a woman you’ve known for three days.” As soon as the words were out, he regretted