The Sheikh's Diamond (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 1) by Leslie North Page B

being. Sometimes she was so obsessed with the past that she forgot about the present.
    Looking down at him, she leaned back with her hands on his knees, rolling her hips in a figure-eight pattern. She loved the feel of him deep inside her as her muscles clenched against him. Shifting, she lifted her hips, her wetness from their lovemaking making it easy to lift off him only to drive herself back down, making them both groan in satisfaction.
    There was something powerful in the way she could make him cry out. Withholding her own pleasure, she teased and tormented him, watching as his passion increased until he finally flipped her over and drove inside her like a man possessed. Clutching at the sleeping bag, she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he tightened his grip on her hips. She could barely hold on as everything inside her screamed for release.
    With a small cry, she tightened her fists as her entire body went taut, her muscles spasming tightly around him, as his own orgasm released. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly against him, kissing her neck, as she sagged against him.
    When it was over, he cuddled her and pressed kisses all over her slick body. It lit the flame of desire again, but they were both too tired. “I’ll figure it out,” he whispered to her as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
    He’ll figure what out , she thought hazily. Before she could put too much thought into it, darkness carried her away.
     
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
    “I’m disappointed that we didn’t find anything, but I am so ready for a hot shower,” Fleur announced as she dropped her bags in the foyer of the palace.
    Masoud smiled and pulled her close. “I didn’t want to tell you, but you do stink.”
    “Hmm.” Grinning wickedly, she rubbed herself on him. “Now you’ll smell like me.”
    “From the moment I entered you, I carried your scent around,” he murmured in her ear.
    She laughed and pushed him away. “Before I go take that shower, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything. I have no doubt that you’re going to find that diamond, and the world will thank you for it. You’re amazing, Masoud. I would have never gotten this opportunity without you. I can’t wait to rub it in my professors’ faces!”
    Masoud forced a smile. He’d have to tell her the truth at some point. How would she feel about him then? She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed her bag, and headed upstairs.
    “Well, it seems that you two have gotten close. Does this mean you’ll be the first to lose the bet?”
    Masoud looked up sharply to see Jaymin standing at the top of the staircase. “Have you found the diamond?” he snapped, unwilling to answer his question.
    “I don’t know where it is now, but it looks like your thief has booked himself a passage at a private airport. One ticket.”
    “One ticket?” Masoud frowned. “But there are two of them.”
    “I guess now there is only one. Why does your archaeologist think that the world will thank you for the diamond?” Jaymin pushed.
    Masoud ignored him and climbed the stairs. “How is Father?”
    “Mother and Rameez are with him now.” Jaymin moved to stop Masoud’s path. “Answer my question, Masoud.”
    “Do you think she would have helped me if I had told her that once we crowned the next Sheikh, the diamond would be hidden away?” Masoud snapped. “Of course not.”
    “So tell me, brother. Are you lying to her or are you lying to us? When you get that diamond, who are you going to give it to?”
    Masoud looked coldly at him. “The family comes first,” he muttered and pushed past him. At that very moment, he truly hated his brother. Deep down, he knew the choice he would have to make, but hearing it from Jaymin’s mouth, hearing it out loud, made him feel like a monster. It was easier to hate his brother than to hate himself.
    Rameez was walking out of his father’s room when Masoud lifted his hands to