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Authors: Trish Morey,Tessa Radley,Raye Morgan,Amanda McCabe

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There was something sinfully wonderful about having this much power over a man—especially one as strong and unyielding as Rakin. So far he’d called all the shots in this game of chess between them. Back in Las Vegas, he’d reduced her body to quivers, played it like a virtuoso until she’d learned hidden secrets about her psyche that she’d never imagined lurked behind her conventional ladylike exterior.

He’d unleashed passions she’d never suspected existed, awoken desires that she’d never considered would come to play across her mind every time he walked into a room.

But now it was her chance to turn the tables.

Rakin was every bit as hungry for her as she was for him.

When it came, the explosion of pleasure was sudden and satisfying.

And afterward Laurel dropped her head onto his chest, and the pounding of his heart told her that his composure was as stripped as hers.

He’d seriously miscalculated.

Rakin had left Laurel asleep, sprawled across the enormous bed in his bedchamber, and he’d come outside to the pool for a swim to calm the turbulence in his head.

Who was the fool who’d said business and pleasure didn’t mix? Then broken the rule he’d created? Not once, but twice. Worse, Rakin suspected that it would soon be broken a third—even fourth—time and beyond.

He swam a length, then back, searching for the tranquility, the clear head, that cutting through the water had always brought.

But this time it didn’t.

He stopped at the far end, grasped the rail and tipped his head back. The pool was lit up by the golden coin of the full moon.

Not even the beauty could capture him. Emotions churned inside him, too hard to separate—or even identify.

The click of the latch on the wooden gate set in the wall surrounding the pool, followed by the sound of a footfall caused him to turn his head and squint through the darkness toward the arch.

He caught a glimpse of something in the shadows; then the moonlight moved on white silk.

His wife.

At the edge of the pool Laurel stopped. She’d woken to find Rakin gone—and she’d come looking. She’d suspected she’d
find him here in the pool garden behind the high walls. She made out his dark shape swimming toward her, his arms cutting through the water with quiet strokes.

He rose in the shallows, and the moonlight rippled across his wet shoulders. “Join me for a swim?”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Laurel dropped her white silk robe. Beneath, she wore nothing. She stepped into the water.

Conscious of his eyes caressing her, she came down the steps, head high, shoulders back, proud of her nudity. The water was silken against her knees. Another step brought it swirling around her thighs and her fingers trailed over the calm surface. By the time she reached the bottom, Rakin was waiting for her. He rose from the dark pool, his hair slicked back, water streaming over his body. Her breath caught.

He was magnificent.

Pagan. Masculine. And too darn sexy for words.

Moonlight fell on his face, bringing his angled cheekbones into sharp relief, casting light on the fullness of his bottom lip. Her gaze dropped down… farther… skimming his broad shoulders, resting on the amulet that hung on his chest and back up to his mouth.

Desire twisted her in stomach.

She wanted him.

Again.

It should’ve shocked her. But it didn’t. This feminine hunger for her mate was the most natural thing she’d ever experienced. Under the veil of the hot desert night, she’d shed her inhibitions. She reached out, stroked the side of his face. His chest rose in a groan, then fell as air rushed out. Her hand swept down… running along his jawline… and came finally to rest against the water-slickened skin at the side of his neck.

Against her fingertips, his pulse reverberated.

So he felt it too… this powerful hunger. Too strong to control.

Lifting her hand away, she reached out with one finger, touched the center of his lip as he had done to her hours earlier.

His lips rounded, and he sucked.

Laurel’s nipples hardened, and a sweet pain contracted in her stomach with the erotic play. The liquid heat of arousal filled her.

“Yes,” she murmured.

When he released her finger, she trailed it across his lower lip, leaving traces of moisture. Then, unable to resist, she stood on tiptoe and placed her mouth on that same spot.

His mouth became passionate, his tongue sinking past her lips, ravishing her. Promising her that what she’d started would be good.

The want twisting inside her leapt higher.

She shifted restlessly… and brushed against him. With a sense of shock she discovered he was naked… and already aroused. Her heart turned over at the discovery and her pulse started to hammer. His breathing had quickened, filling the silence of the night where only the soothing sound of the water trickling over rocks broke the dark spell.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

You
. But she said nothing, only brushed herself up against him, in a language older than time. Her body telling him more clearly than words.

Embracing her, he dragged her through the water to him. Corded muscled met her feminine softness. A sigh whispered in the night…. It sounded as though it came from a long way off, not from her. The stroke of his hands down her back caused shudders to sweep her in torrents. When his strong, male hands closed over her buttocks, his fingers flexing into the rounded mounds… it was ecstasy.

Laurel arched against him, panting against his mouth, all too conscious of the rigidity of his erection. One rock-like thigh drove between her legs, forcing her stance to widen, giving him space to maneuver closer still.

She flung back her head, surrendering herself to the pleasure of his hands… his touch… gazing up into his face, that dark mask silvered by moonlight.

For a beat of time he looked like a stranger. His face taut with desire. No sign of the good-humored man she’d come to… like.

His hands speared through the tangle of her hair. He drew them through, fingers sensually combing the long strands. Her eyes closed. Was this how mermaids of old had felt? This primal passion for their all too human lovers? Caught up in the mood of the moment, Laurel leaned into him, inciting him… not caring that she was driving herself—him—crazy.

The shackles had been shaken off.

This last week, for the first time in her life, she’d been free. Free of restraints, free of all the expectations that came with the Kincaid name. It had taken action on her part to step from the existence that had been so familiar into the fear of the unknown. But the reward was infinite. She’d become someone… more.

Someone she no longer recognized.

The old Laurel would never have undressed and entered the pool, naked, with such abandon. Would never have pursued her wants… her needs… so blatantly. So wantonly. Even a few days ago it would’ve been too much.

Yet in her heart she knew what drove her tonight was more profound than raw passion. Their time together—this adventure—could not last.

It would come to an end too soon.

An emotion to which she had not yet put a name overwhelmed
her. It was more than liking… more than friendship… or even respect… much more than all the other things she’d been telling herself she and Rakin shared.

She dared not use the word love…

Get a Life
.

Under the water, the smooth friction of his leg against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh caused her to gasp. Her eyes shot open. The pressure increased, rubbing against her. Then his fingers were touching her, peeling back the petals to find the sensitive bud that bloomed within.

Heat roared in her head. She fought the shivers that threatened to break, to bring the escalating excitement to completion. She wanted to stretch this time… to savor it… to never let it end.

His blunt length replaced his fingers. The pressure increased. Then he was sliding into her with slow strokes. Laurel gripped his shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut, giving herself up to sensation.

It rolled over her, in hot, endless waves.

A final thrust and she felt the quivering tension take hold of Rakin. He froze. A harsh, rasping sound broke from his throat as his control shredded. It was what Laurel had been waiting for.

She let the tide sweep over her, allowed the shivers of satisfaction to take her. But she had a blinding insight that this was far from the end. This was only the beginning.

The power of the emotion that had been confounding her had to be love.

Joy bubbled up.

She was in love with her temporary husband.

Laurel shifted restlessly against him in the water, and Rakin tightened his embrace. The blood still thundered in his ears.

“Cold?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.

She shook her head.

But he lifted her up into his arms and headed up the steps to a lounger, where his towel waited. Once he was seated with Laurel on his lap, he drew the towel around her. Using a corner, he patted her face dry. She closed her eyes and didn’t resist.

She hadn’t said a word since that shattering experience in the pool.

To his surprise, Rakin discovered he wanted—needed—for her to say something.

Placing a finger beneath her chin, he raised her face. Her eyes remained stubbornly shut.

“Laurel?”

Finally her eyes opened. But these were not the sparkling gems he’d grown accustomed to; there were only shadows in the jeweled depths.

“What is it?” he asked. “What is the matter?”

“What could possibly be the matter?” Her lips curved into a smile. “I’ve just experienced possibly the best orgasm of my life.”

“Good,” he purred, and relaxed a little, relieved he’d been reading a problem where none existed. “It was pretty damn fantastic.”

“Yes.”

She was still smiling, but he couldn’t shake off his concern that she was troubled. “Are you sure you’re all right?” A nasty thought struck him. “I didn’t hurt you?”

He’d been so hungry for her—and he’d been sure she’d been ready for him, despite the barrier of the water.

“Of course you didn’t!” The smile had vanished, and she gave a little sigh. “I’m just tired.”

Instantly he was contrite. “It was a long day… yesterday. I will take you back to bed.”

“No, wait.” Her words stayed him. “It’s so beautiful here tonight. The moon—” she gestured “—the water. Let’s stay a little while.”

Rakin realized what must be troubling her. “It’s our last night. We go back to Rashad tomorrow.” It filled him with regret, too. The board meeting he’d been pushing for, for so long, now didn’t necessarily seem so important. Giving in to the kind of impulse he seldom acted on, he said, “We could stay longer, if you wish.”

She shook her head. “No, you’d miss your meeting—and your family is expecting you for dinner. We must go back.”

“We will return here soon. Have no fear.”

Yet even as his mouth swooped to claim hers, Rakin realized that in the shadows of her eyes there was something akin to fear.

CHAPTER TEN

L
AUREL
had imagined that it would be a small, intimate dinner. But at least twenty places were set on the long table in a reception room with rich hand-painted friezes on the ceiling. Platters spread with kofta, parcels of rice and nuts wrapped in vine leaves, and mechwya—grilled vegetables dusted with paprika and ginger and speared on iron skewers—as well as an array of morsels with which Laurel was still unfamiliar had arrived on the large table. The dinner guests were beginning to gather around, with the exception of the men of the family, who were currently closeted in the royal salon discussing the future of Gifts of Gold.

Laurel’s nerves were frayed with waiting to learn the outcome.

Had marrying her gotten Rakin the control of the Gifts of Gold as he’d wished? Would Prince Ahmeer permit Rakin to remain as CEO and pass the controlling stocks to him as promised? Or would the prince renege by giving Zafar control of the company—or even changing his will and making Zafar heir to those all-important stocks? Laurel didn’t want to even contemplate what that would do to Rakin.

Her gaze kept straying anxiously to the huge double doors leading into the dining hall.

When the doors finally opened and a phalanx of men entered, her eyes went straight to Rakin. He carried himself with such authority it was easy to distinguish him from the crowd, but no sign of what had transpired showed in his inscrutable expression. Laurel knew she should not have been surprised.

Then his gaze found hers, and his expression softened.

He broke away from the others and came toward her. Conscious that they were not alone, she offered him a tentative smile. He settled down beside her.

Leaning toward her, her murmured in her ear, “Success. I am now the major stockholder in Gifts of Gold—the contract has just been signed. Now all that remains is for the shares to be physically transferred, which should happen in the next two days.”

She couldn’t restrain her joy. “That’s wonderful.”

He came closer. “Thank you.”

This close he smelled of peppermint and aftershave, fresh and heady.

Then the significance of what he was telling her hit. Rakin no longer had any need to remain married. Had his grandfather only changed his will, he could’ve changed it back at any time. But a contract for the transfer of stocks provided far more certainty—no doubt that was why Rakin had pushed for a resolution.

It meant they could part ways sooner.

No need to wait. A couple of days and the transfer would be registered. Divorce proceedings would begin soon.

The joy that had filled her only moments earlier drained away, leaving her with an acute sense of loss.

It was a task to eat the beautifully prepared meal. Roast
lamb accompanied by root vegetables fragrant with cumin and coriander. No doubt the tastes and textures were exotic and delicious—but it might as well have been straw. Laurel found herself wishing she and Rakin were still at Dahab, eating simple dishes out on one of the balconies overlooking the desert.

She loved her husband; she was not ready for this divorce.

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