Desert Wind
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“Six is a nice round number,” she told him.
He sighed. “Did I ever tell you about Alara?”
Sitara ran her fingers up to his pap and grabbed hold, tweaking with just enough pressure to make him flinch. “Who?” she asked, and when he didn’t reply, she tweaked a bit harder. “Who?”
“No one!” he said, taking her hand in his. “Forget I mentioned her.”
“If that was an attempt to remind me about her manhandling my goods, Ardalan, I have not forgotten nor have I forgiven her. The only thing saving her from my wrath for laying hands to you is that because of her, I found you again. She’s lucky your seed did not grow in her belly or I would have been very upset.”
His nipple throbbing, he rubbed her palm over it. “I won’t bring it up again,” he said.
Sitara eased her hand out from under his and slid it down to his staff. “You won’t?” She caressed him. “Are you sure?”
“Wench…” he said, feeling heat pooling in his cock. “We need to get up.”
“I’m trying to get you up, milord!” she stated.
He started to laugh at her saucy words but she slid down in the bed and before he could draw another breath, she had his member in her mouth and the only thought Ardalan Jaleem, the Sultan of Asaraba had was how much he loved the mother of his children, the love of his life.
“Another girl?” he questioned her when she slid up him and impaled her slick, hot sheath over his steely weapon.
“I think that would be nice,” she replied.
He grabbed his woman and flipped her over so she was beneath him, his cock buried to the hilt in her warmth. “Well, let’s see what we can do to accommodate the sultana.”
Sitara wrapped her legs around his waist and, with her lips at the hollow of his throat, she knew in her heart there would be a blossoming from the love they were about to make that morning.
About the Author
Charlee is the author of over thirty books. Married 39 years to her high school sweetheart, Tom, she is the mother of two grown sons, Pete and Mike, and the proud grandmother of Preston Alexander and Victoria Ashley. She is the willing house slave to five demanding felines who are holding her hostage in her home and only allowing her to leave in order to purchase food for them. A native of Sarasota, Florida, she grew up in Colquitt and Albany, Georgia and now lives in the Midwest.
Charlee welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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