carrying her back to the safety of flat land.
When they were well away, he abruptly sat down, sitting her on his lap as they rested their shaking limbs.
“You are utterly insane, did you know that?' he demanded, and she threw her arms around him gleefully.
“It's been pointed out,” she said with just a touch of smugness. “Your face when you saw what I had done was amazing!”
“I wanted to tan your hide,” he admitted. “I have never seen such recklessness. You're going to give me gray hairs.”
She started to answer, but then she became abruptly aware of his body, of the way his cock was hardening inside his jeans, and how clearly she could feel it. She gasped a little, and Makeen made a slightly pained face.
“You should get up,” he said with a certain amount of humor. “After all, it really isn't going to get any better if you …”
His words halted with a gasp when she gently pressed her hand to the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes widened a little when she recognized how long he was, and how thick. Her fingers tightened reflexively around him, making him moan slightly. Eyes wide, she repeated the motion, and he thrust up into her hand.
“I …”
“Do you happen to know what you are doing?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Her head shot up, and she frowned at him. “Are you calling me some kind of innocent? Of course I—”
“Because unless your intent is to make me humiliate myself like a fourteen-year-old boy, you need to stop soon.”
She thought for a moment. “Soon?”
Never breaking eye contact with him, she stroked him twice and then nimbly leaped up off of his lap. As he glared at her, she grinned, tucking her hands behind her.
“You are a menace,” he growled, adjusting himself slightly before standing up. “I have no idea what anyone can do with you.”
“Feed me, let me nap, let me practice my violin?” she said pertly, and she was rewarded with a gust of laughter.
“If that will prevent you from jumping off into oblivion, of course.”
They made their way back to the house, but this time, instead of Makeen leading, they held hands, and inside her, Olivia felt something awakening that had never existed before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Four days after their play on the swing, Makeen was unexpectedly called away. Olivia awoke, in her own bed this time, to find him pacing the front room, talking with someone on the phone with a harried sound to his voice. When he ended the call, he turned to her with a regretful look on his face.
“I'm sorry, but that was my assistant, Rosh. Something came up with the family business concerns, and I need to go attend to it.”
Olivia bit her lip. She didn't know what this meant or how she should react, but Makeen was already moving.
“It shouldn't take more than a day or so, but …”
“Can I stay here?” she blurted out.
Makeen turned to look at her with surprise. “Of course you can, if you wish,” he said. “I'll be busy, and unfortunately, I'll have no time to see you at all while this is going on. But it is isolated here …”
“As long as I can call for help, it shouldn't be a problem. Please?”
He looked at her for a moment, and suddenly she was afraid that he could see what she was thinking. She was afraid to lose the peace that she had found here. She was afraid that if they left this place, he would go back to being a sheikh, and she would return to being a girl trying to hustle on the street with her violin. In the back of her mind, she knew that it was going to happen at some point, but she wasn't ready for it to happen just yet.
Finally, Makeen nodded. “Of course. Whatever you like. But at the first sign of trouble, I want you to call me or one of these numbers that I will give you.”
By the time he was certain that she was prepared in case of an emergency, the plane had arrived for him, and he sighed again. Before he could leave, Olivia threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“Come back soon,” she
When they were well away, he abruptly sat down, sitting her on his lap as they rested their shaking limbs.
“You are utterly insane, did you know that?' he demanded, and she threw her arms around him gleefully.
“It's been pointed out,” she said with just a touch of smugness. “Your face when you saw what I had done was amazing!”
“I wanted to tan your hide,” he admitted. “I have never seen such recklessness. You're going to give me gray hairs.”
She started to answer, but then she became abruptly aware of his body, of the way his cock was hardening inside his jeans, and how clearly she could feel it. She gasped a little, and Makeen made a slightly pained face.
“You should get up,” he said with a certain amount of humor. “After all, it really isn't going to get any better if you …”
His words halted with a gasp when she gently pressed her hand to the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes widened a little when she recognized how long he was, and how thick. Her fingers tightened reflexively around him, making him moan slightly. Eyes wide, she repeated the motion, and he thrust up into her hand.
“I …”
“Do you happen to know what you are doing?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Her head shot up, and she frowned at him. “Are you calling me some kind of innocent? Of course I—”
“Because unless your intent is to make me humiliate myself like a fourteen-year-old boy, you need to stop soon.”
She thought for a moment. “Soon?”
Never breaking eye contact with him, she stroked him twice and then nimbly leaped up off of his lap. As he glared at her, she grinned, tucking her hands behind her.
“You are a menace,” he growled, adjusting himself slightly before standing up. “I have no idea what anyone can do with you.”
“Feed me, let me nap, let me practice my violin?” she said pertly, and she was rewarded with a gust of laughter.
“If that will prevent you from jumping off into oblivion, of course.”
They made their way back to the house, but this time, instead of Makeen leading, they held hands, and inside her, Olivia felt something awakening that had never existed before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Four days after their play on the swing, Makeen was unexpectedly called away. Olivia awoke, in her own bed this time, to find him pacing the front room, talking with someone on the phone with a harried sound to his voice. When he ended the call, he turned to her with a regretful look on his face.
“I'm sorry, but that was my assistant, Rosh. Something came up with the family business concerns, and I need to go attend to it.”
Olivia bit her lip. She didn't know what this meant or how she should react, but Makeen was already moving.
“It shouldn't take more than a day or so, but …”
“Can I stay here?” she blurted out.
Makeen turned to look at her with surprise. “Of course you can, if you wish,” he said. “I'll be busy, and unfortunately, I'll have no time to see you at all while this is going on. But it is isolated here …”
“As long as I can call for help, it shouldn't be a problem. Please?”
He looked at her for a moment, and suddenly she was afraid that he could see what she was thinking. She was afraid to lose the peace that she had found here. She was afraid that if they left this place, he would go back to being a sheikh, and she would return to being a girl trying to hustle on the street with her violin. In the back of her mind, she knew that it was going to happen at some point, but she wasn't ready for it to happen just yet.
Finally, Makeen nodded. “Of course. Whatever you like. But at the first sign of trouble, I want you to call me or one of these numbers that I will give you.”
By the time he was certain that she was prepared in case of an emergency, the plane had arrived for him, and he sighed again. Before he could leave, Olivia threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“Come back soon,” she
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