Chapter 4 #4
The word hit every filthy thought I’d tried not to turn into a promise.
“You want that fantasy again.”
“Yes.”
I drove into her.
“You want me to fill this pussy.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t owe me anything else.”
“I know.”
Her grip tightened.
“But I want it.”
I bent to her mouth.
“Then you’re going to get it.”
I fucked her harder.
Her legs trembled.
Her breath broke.
Her pussy clenched around me before she could say anything.
“There it is.”
She moaned.
“Tariq—”
“Come.”
She came hard.
Her cry filled the room.
Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard my vision blurred for a second.
I kept thrusting through it.
Chrissy clung to me.
“Come inside me.”
I buried myself deep.
“Again.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
My hips drove forward twice more.
Then I held her open beneath me and came.
Pleasure ripped through me.
I filled her while she tightened around every pulse.
Chrissy wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
I stayed inside her until my breathing slowed enough to trust myself to move.
Then I kissed her long and slow, completely unlike the way I’d just fucked her.
When I finally eased out, Chrissy exhaled and let her legs fall open against the bed.
I lay beside her.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then she turned her head toward me.
“You look very pleased with yourself.”
“I am.”
“You should be.”
I laughed.
Chrissy rolled onto her side.
I pulled the sheet over both of us.
She traced one finger along my chest.
“That was different.”
“Yes.”
“I liked it.”
“I noticed.”
Her brows drew together.
“Don’t be smug.”
“You were smug first.”
“That was before you flipped me onto my back.”
“I remember.”
She laughed softly.
Then the laughter faded.
Her finger stopped moving.
“What is it?”
Chrissy looked down.
“I don’t know.”
I waited.
She took a breath.
“It’s this.”
I didn’t interrupt.
“The way you want me still scares me a little.”
She met my gaze.
I touched her hair.
“Because it’s fast?”
“That’s part of it.”
She shifted closer.
“Because it’s so specific.”
“I know what I want,” I said.
“That’s the scary part.”
“I won’t make you answer before you know what you want.”
Her expression softened.
“You really mean that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Even if I get on the plane?”
I kept my voice level.
“Yes.”
Chrissy searched my face.
“I don’t want to think about that tonight.”
“Then don’t.”
She settled against me.
I kissed the top of her head.
After a while, she reached toward the nightstand.
“I need my notes.”
I looked at her.
“You’re naked.”
“I can be naked and professionally responsible.”
“That sounds inconvenient.”
“It’s called range.”
I laughed.
She wrapped the sheet around herself and reached for the notebook she’d carried into the room earlier.
Of course she’d brought work notes into a bedroom where she intended to seduce me.
Chrissy sat against the headboard and flipped to the page from lunch.
I watched her write for several minutes.
She eventually glanced at me.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You keep doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like you already know something I don’t.”
“Finish your notes.”
“That is deeply suspicious.”
“I can live with that.”
Her brows drew together, but she returned to the page.
Eventually, the pen slowed and stopped.
Chrissy fell asleep with the notebook still open beside her.
I moved it to the nightstand.
She barely stirred.
I got out of bed, pulled on trousers, and stepped into the adjoining sitting room.
The estate was quiet.
I picked up my phone and called Samir.
He answered on the second ring.
“Your Highness.”
“I need two things prepared for tomorrow.”
“I’m listening.”
“First, a formal employment offer for Chrissy Campbell through the brand organization.”
There was a brief pause.
Samir knew better than to fill it.
“Brand Strategy Manager, Guest Experience,” I continued. “It will be Dubai-based and cover the portfolio, with a focus on the North American guest perspective. She’ll report through brand leadership, not me.”
“I’ll have the appropriate executives and HR prepare it.”
“The role must stand on its own.”
“It will.”
“Compensation should match the responsibility. Don’t inflate it because of me.”
“I understand.”
I looked through the glass toward the bedroom.
Chrissy slept beneath the sheet, one bare shoulder visible.
“Second, I need engagement rings brought to the residence tomorrow.”
Samir was silent for half a second.
“Do you want options?”
“Yes. Bring several.”
“Before or after the gala?”
“Before the gala. Keep it discreet.”
“I will.”
I could almost hear the questions he wasn’t asking.
“Is there anything else?” he said.
“No, that’s all.”
“I’ll handle it.”
The call ended.
I set the phone down.
I could arrange a position.
I could arrange a ring.
I could give Chrissy a home in Dubai before she had decided whether she wanted one.
I could put cars, staff, money, access, and an entire company behind whatever future I offered her.
None of that could give me the answer.
I returned to the bedroom.
Chrissy shifted in her sleep as I slid beneath the sheet.
I pulled her gently against me.
Tomorrow I would offer her the life I wanted with her.
And then, for once, I would have to wait.