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I were mesmerized.  I could make out the engorged crown and the ridge of the helmet as he pulsed it, jerking it momentarily as if he, it, that thing, liked my eyes on –it. I could not tear my eyes away from the display of arousal, and he seemed fine with my gaping stare. 
    I did finally step towards him, but then sat down, or maybe I plopped down, in the chair directly next to his.  He turned and our knees touched.  My entire leg twitched and felt as if I’d been shocked with pure electricity.
    His seductive voice was low and so sexy, “Anna, you will ache for me to enter your body.”
    I already do.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    We agreed to a coffee date on Saturday around eleven and I met him at the Starbucks on our corner.  It seemed odd that a sheik would be in a Starbucks, and even odder that his battalion of men were crammed around a tiny table a few feet away.  None of them having anything to eat or drink.
    “Wouldn’t your men want a coffee?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
    “They are fine.” He said in a tone that breeched no arguments.  Then he refocused on me.  I’d purposely only worn jeans and a sweatshirt.  I also hadn’t put on any makeup and my hair was up in a ponytail, the way I normally wore it.  “You are a vision.”
    I almost snorted, but I didn’t, gaging as swallowed.  I tried to remain aloof and polite, “Thank you.  Um, Omar?” He leaned closer to me and nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a sheik?  What do I call you?”
    He leaned back again and chuckled, “You shall call me what you’ve always called me.  My name on your lips is as close to heaven as I can imagine.” He waved towards his huddled mass of muscle, “They call me Highness, as do all my subjects, but you Anna; you shall always say my given name of Omar.”
    I grinned and then felt silly, and the entire thing seemed ridiculous to me.  Just wrong.  Here was one of the highest born men on the planet, dressed in a spectacular three piece suit that might have cost more than my entire wardrobe, sitting in a Starbucks, talking to me.  Lowly little me, the bookworm schoolgirl virgin. 
    He leaned in again, and through habit, I did the same, our faces were just inches apart.  My breath hitched.  I licked my lips and then his hand came from nowhere and he put a meaty index finger under my chin.  He said nothing, although his eyes on mine said a multitude. I stood and braced against the small round table as he drew me to his face. 
    He handled me with just that finger under my chin and I ended up almost crawling up onto the table, I was helpless under his power.  I think I might have died, I don’t remember taking a breath for hours.  His velvet lips met mine and if not for the table between us and my hands planted on it, I would have indeed fallen down. 
    He whispered at my lips, “You do taste of wild honey.  I thought I’d imagined it.  Come back to my lap Anna.  I will not accept one of your crafty evasions yet again.  I insist.”
    He dropped me, and I did kind of fall.  I staggered backwards and into my seat and he pushed away enough to make room on his lap for me.  I stared at him, still mindless and wordless.  He patted his lap and gave me this look.  I knew exactly what it meant, and fuck my legs for knowing too.  Even though they felt like Jello, they worked enough to get me to him.  He grasped at my dangling hand and then he jerked me roughly into his lap.  I relaxed into his embrace.  I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself.
    He wrapped one arm around my waist from the back, and then the other hand caged me in as he pulled me tighter to his front.  I leaned into his broad chest and I swayed.  My bottom felt his hardness as he slowly rubbed it against me.  My body went all a dither on the inside.  He again took my chin and I didn’t even fight the pull as he met my lips and kissed me.
    I kissed him back with all of me, and despite my former