The Prince and the Working Woman (Desert Prince Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

exhaustion or his good luck? Never one to pass on an opportunity, he chose the latter. As he eased her inside the door, he noted the familiar scent that had haunted him the past few days. Damn. His preoccupation with her was completely out of character.  He shouldn’t be thinking about how he wanted to pin her to the wall and explore every sleek line, every contour of her body. How had this woman bewitched him with so little effort on her part?
    “Hamid?”  His name rolled off her lips in a whisper.
    He touched her hair, allowing the silky strands to slip through his fingers. “Yes?”
    She shifted her weight between her feet. Her bottom lip quivered. “Are we going to get this over with or not?”
    No need for guilt. She knew exactly what she was doing. As a rule, he didn’t allow himself to be manipulated. Of course, he wasn’t often confronted by a sexy opponent and the stakes had never been more pleasurable. It was a no-lose situation.
    He slid his hands around her back and covered her firm bottom. A mischievous smile brightened her entire face. She made a half-hearted attempt at resistance as he pulled her against him.
    Warm breath caressed his cheek. Their lips met, barely grazing. His pulse skyrocketed. She pressed her palms against his shoulders, but as he started to withdraw, she grasped the wool of his jacket and caught his bottom lip between her teeth.
    He smiled, before covering her mouth in a deep kiss that forced her lips apart. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, indulging his senses. Everything about her evoked erotic sensations. The taste of her. The smell of her. The velvety warmth of her skin. The inclination to lose himself in the moment and damn the consequences, was almost more than he could fight. It was time to turn the tables on her.
     
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    Mandy snuggled closer, feeling Hamid’s rock-solid muscles enfolding her in a steely embrace. The heat from his body scorched her. That’s what she got for playing with fire. Her purpose for the kiss, to get it out of her system before they began working together, backfired.
    She lost all sense of time or place. A wave of pleasure ran through her, cresting in her lower abdomen, where his erection pressed against her. The barrier of clothing didn’t hinder him. He cupped his hand over her breast, finding the puckered nipple, through the silk dress. She let out a long sigh as his thumb continued to graze the sensitive area.
    Inhaling deeply, she drank in the masculine scent of him. Excitement pulsed though her veins, heightening the awareness of every nerve ending. His kiss was exhilarating, her pleasure exquisite. As his hands-on exploration of her body continued, she found herself drowning in the heady power of his touch. On moment she was floating and the next she was hovering right at the edge. Conflicting emotions warred with the sensations that threatened to overtake her. She broke away to catch a breath, to regain her senses.
    No man, hell not even her vibrator had given her such pleasure. More than physical.  It was metaphysical. Something she could neither explain nor rationalize away.
    “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way… what’s next?” His voice came out on a husky whisper against her ear and sent a shiver along her spine.
    She tried to form a coherent thought. Whoa!  That was a whole lot more than she’d expected. If he could bring her that close to climaxing while they were both fully dressed, she could only imagine what he’d be like laying naked next to her.
    She gazed at Hamid. He was in complete control, despite her total lack of it. She gulped in air, trying to restore her equilibrium. It was obvious, he had gotten to her. But how? He wasn’t the gentle, liberal, sensitive type she wanted.
    Face it, Amanda. That was never your type.
    “Mandy?”
    She shook her head to clear her stupor. “Yes?”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to take a night tour of the city? I doubt you will be able to sleep