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She lowered herself onto his lap, proof of his desire hard beneath her. But first she wanted to talk about the next day.

“Adam, I have some things you should wear. We can make a turban for you and perhaps see if Bouchard has a djellaba if Jibril’s doesn’t fit. You cannot wear your own clothing, which will set you apart.”

His hands had begun working up her legs, the route to what he was seeking unfettered as she wore a caftan with nothing beneath it. Mia tried to think, but it was becoming more difficult the higher his distracting hands came to the top of her thighs.

“Adam . . .” she began, and then stopped when he pushed apart her legs, his skillful fingers quickly finding the part of her that would stop all thought.

His breath was hot on her ear. “We can talk of clothing after. Right now I need to touch you. Spread for me, darling.” She shuddered at the erotic command and opened to him, lying back in his arms, her body limp but exquisitely sensitive as he stroked her toward climax.

* * *

Her pleasure was the most intoxicating sight in the world to him. Her small, warm body was pliant in his arms. Adam could not get enough of her sweet face and the sensual satisfaction on it. He lifted her caftan over her head and dropped it, his eyes on the small ring in her navel. He knew it had been another man’s way of marking his possession, but it was part of her and he loved it.

He slid his hand from the wetness between her thighs to the intriguing jewel, stroking around it in a way that made her squirm and rub her tight little bottom over his cock. Her breasts were sheened with sweat and her tight pink nipples beckoned. She writhed under his mouth as he nipped and sucked, cupping a breast in each hand.

“Unbutton me, Mia.” His voice was husky against her taut bud.

She opened his breeches and grabbed him. Colorful blasts exploded behind his eyelids and rendered him speechless as she took him into her body in one long, hard slide.

He held her hips loosely as she rode him, looking down to where their bodies were joined. She knew what he wanted and pulled all the way off him before lowering herself, allowing him the breathtaking view of his shaft disappearing into her body. He thrust with all his might and she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders while she convulsed around him.

His orgasm left him blind and he shuddered and pulled her against his heaving chest, stilling her body while his heart pounded so hard he thought it might explode.

* * *

Afterward they lay in bed, stripped of their clothing. Mia stroked his stomach because she could not get enough of the tight weave of muscles that separated his slim hips from his sculpted chest and shoulders.

He groaned. “I need some time to recover, my lady. I am an old man, according to Bouchard.”

“How unlike you to fish for compliments, my lord. Perhaps I should show you just how quickly you can recover?”

His body shook with laughter, but his hand moved down to arrest hers. “Stay, my love. I will need energy for what I must do tomorrow.”

His words sobered her immediately.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “Are we finally to talk about tomorrow? You have avoided it for weeks.”

He opened his eyes, and as she looked into their frozen blue depths, she knew what he would say.

“Ramsay is coming for me tonight and we will go to the port on the Ghost. You will stay on this ship, and Bouchard will anchor off Quora’s Bluff, not Ramsay. You will remain on the ship until I return.”

Even though she’d expected the words, they still robbed her of breath. He’d planned all this without her. They’d planned all this. She sat up, almost dizzy, struggling with the urge to fight and forcing herself to stay calm. No man would listen to an irate or emotional woman.

She looked down at him and opened her mouth.

He placed one long, callused finger over her lips. “Don’t argue with me, Mia. You will do as I say. Do you understand? This is not a matter for negotiation and you are sorely mistaken if you think I will change my mind.” His jaw tightened and the look he shot her was full of deep-seated anger. “I gravely regret allowing you to come on this voyage. That decision went against everything I knew to be wise. I will not act against my better judgment again.”

Mia flung herself off the bed, too angry to be near him, but unable to look away.

His face softened. “There is nothing you could do to help. Believe me when I say you would only be in our way, you would only cause me to worry.”

His quiet words were more infuriating than his harsh command had been. “You are like the sultan! Like my father! Like every man I’ve ever known!” she shouted, no longer bothering to maintain a façade of calm.

He pushed himself up. “That is an unfair accusation, Mia. I have already allowed you far more latitude than most husbands would.” He swung his legs over the bed, his expression angry and affronted.

Mia didn’t care; she wanted to hurt him.

“You allow me? Who are you to treat me like I am your slave?”