Her Improper Desire, page 17
"You're so fucking adorable—-"
Seeing that Khadem was about to kiss Prue again, Ember decided it was time to say goodbye. "May I be excused, Your Highness?"
A chagrined smile formed over Khadem's lips when he realized he had completely forgotten about Ilyas' secretary. "Yes, of course, and thank you again for doing this for me. I give you my word I won't make a habit of asking for favors—-"
"Oh, but it's really nothing—-"
"Not according to your boss," Khadem said with a grimace. "Ilyas nearly chewed my head off earlier, and he was right to do so. I should've asked him first, since you're unlikely to say no to any of us even when you're up to your neck with work."
"But I truly wasn't that busy—-"
"Ilyas predicted you'd say exactly that. He says you're too nice—-"
Ember was starting to feel embarrassed. "No, really, I'm not—-"
"I disagree," Prue said loyally. "You're incredibly nice, and Sheikh Ilyas is so lucky to have you—-"
Oops.
Prue saw that her passionate tone had Ember and Khadem looking at her oddly, and she ended rather lamely, "—-as his secretary, is what I mean."
"I see." Khadem's tone, however, was more puzzled than convinced.
"Um, thanks?" And so did Ember.
Prue quickly stepped forward to give Ember a hug...and give herself a chance to quickly change the subject. "Thank you for keeping me company. I really appreciate it."
Ember was properly distracted. "If you need anything," she said with a smile, "just let me know. Anyway, I should go now and look for my bosshole—-I mean, my handsome, kind boss," Ember hurriedly corrected herself.
Aaaargh!
It was one thing to think of Ilyas as a bosshole, but it was another thing entirely to call him that in front of his brothers.
Ember took a peek at Khadem's face, hoping he hadn't heard her the first time, but when she saw how his blue eyes were gleaming—-
"Did you just call my brother—-"
"Oh my gosh!" Ember once again found herself guilty of terribly bad acting as she covered her mouth in feigned shock. "I just remembered I have some, um, work to do at, um, work, so I should, um, really go now—-"
"To work?"
Ember pretended not to notice the dryness of Khadem's tone and simply bowed to both Prue and the sheikh before hurrying away.
Phew.
She called one of Ilyas' bodyguards to find out where the demon prince was, and since Ilyas was still in a meeting, Ember decided to have dinner early before heading to the hotel's in-house daycare for pets.
Note to self: write a five-star review for this hotel, and remember to emphasize how absolutely precious their pet daycare center was.
The daily fees might be more than what she was used to spending, but Ember didn't mind. What mattered was that the little kitty was being properly looked after, and hopefully once her workload had lessened sufficiently, she could then figure out whether she was ready to make this kitty a permanent part of her life.
It was already a quarter past eight in the evening when Ember reluctantly said goodbye to the kitty, and when she called Ilyas' bodyguard again, it was to find out that Ilyas was now working out at the gym.
Huh.
The sheikh only did that when he wanted to work something out in his mind, and she wondered uneasily if she had anything to do with whatever it was that was troubling him.
A fast-tempo song from The Weeknd was playing in the background when Ember got to the gym, and while the place was rather immense, Ember didn't need to spend much time looking for her royal bosshole.
Where the demon prince was, most women followed to stare and gape, and voila.
The sheikh was currently running at full speed on the treadmill, and Ember fought to keep her face expressionless even as her heart started to race.
Oh man, I forgot about this.
There was just nothing hotter and sexier than the sight of Ilyas Al-Masri looking all sweaty and shiny, and Ember wasn't surprised at how some of the girls around her were literally wetting their lips while staring at him.
I feel you, sisters. I totally do.
Ilyas nearly lost his balance when he noticed his secretary looking rather stony-faced next to his treadmill. "What the hell, Ember?"
Ember tried not to feel dejected at the sheikh's reaction. Would it kill him to be nice to her, even just once?
"How long have you been standing there?" he demanded.
Long enough to realize I'm even more in love with you than ever, Ember thought, and it's all because you have the most incredibly massive cock.
But since she obviously couldn't say anything like that—-
"Good evening to you, too, sir."
One of the sheikh's bodyguards came forward to hand him a towel, and Ember prayed for self-control as she felt her pussy quiver at the sight of the demon prince wiping his sweat off.
You are so dirty, Ember Hallman!
Chapter Five
Ilyas couldn't stop himself from staring at his secretary as he absently ran the towel down his neck. She still looked like she always did. A redheaded bit of trouble with appalling taste for both eyewear and clothes.
And yet...
Something about her was nagging at him.
There was something about her that he seemed to have forgotten...but what?
Ember couldn't help feeling nervous when she saw the way Ilyas' gaze had narrowed at her. Were they finally going to talk about last night? Or was he going to pretend again that nothing had happened? Or maybe he didn't really remember anything and—-
"Excuse me."
A girl had suddenly inserted herself between them, and Ember couldn't help wincing at the sound of her voice. It was too cute to be real, and that was not good.
Ember tried catching the sheikh's eye to warn him from losing his temper, but with the girl already speaking again, it was already too late—-
"I just want to ask if you're done using the treadmill?"
The sheikh's lips tightened. "I got off already, didn't I?"
—-and all Ember could do was grab the demon prince's hand and drag him away before he could create a diplomatic crisis.
"You shouldn't have done that," Ember groaned under her breath.
"You know how much I hate it when people play dumb—-"
"Yes, yes, I know that. Everyone in the palace knows that, but we're not at the palace, are we? We aren't even in Huzna, so please—-" Ember looked up at her royal bosshole. "Please tell me you won't do that again. Please? Please? Please?"
Ah, fuck.
Ilyas hated being nagged at, but it felt different for some reason when Ember was the one doing the nagging.
"C'mon, demon prince, please?"
"I get it," Ilyas snapped.
"You have a royal image to maintain," Ember went on anxiously. "And it's important that you keep a low profile since—-"
"I said I already get it," Ilyas growled, "so can we fucking go now?"
Ember wasn't at all bothered by the sheikh's irritated tone as she hurried after him. Ilyas lost his temper so many times a day that she was no longer affected by his scowls and growls, and—-
Ouch!
Another woman had suddenly bumped into her, and Ember was aghast to see the woman accidentally spill her organic-chili-kiwi juice (it said so on the label) on her own top.
Ember automatically bowed in apology. "I'm so sorry—-"
"Are you serious?" the other woman screamed. "Do you know how hard it is to buy this limited-fucking-edition top?"
Ember didn't hesitate to apologize for the second time. "I'm truly very sorry." When one worked for the royal family, the less one had to do with public confrontations, the better.
"How did you even get in this place?" Scream Queen demanded. "You can't possibly be a guest at the hotel—-"
Ember's view of the other woman was suddenly blocked by Ilyas appearing in front of her. "Are you alright?"
The note of concern in the sheikh's voice terrified Ember, and she found herself switching to Huznan as she worriedly threw the question back at him. "Are you alright?"
Ilyas frowned. Why would she think he wasn't? She was the one who had the misfortune of encountering a banshee from Hell, not him.
"Did you hit your head or something in the past five seconds?" Ember was still speaking in Huznan, albeit this time in a whisper. "You sounded so disgustingly nice—-"
Damn this little chick.
He smiled down at her and said pleasantly in Huznan, "Just shut up and play along." He switched back to English right after, asking, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Scream Queen let out another shriek. "Excuse me? I'm the victim here, hello?"
But Ilyas didn't even turn to look at the other woman and kept his golden eyes trained at his secretary. "Ember?"
"Uhyeargh." It was the best Ember could do, since the demon prince acting all sweet and caring like this was creepy as fuck.
"You must be more careful next time," he censured gently. "You do not want to risk being infected by human trash—-"
Ember choked as the sheikh's words made the other woman's face change color. It was hard to say exactly what shade, however, since Scream Queen looked red with humiliation at one moment, then purple with rage in another, and was that a little bit of green she was seeing as well?
By the time the other woman finally recovered her ability to speak, the sheikh had already led Ember out of the fitness club, and a dozen men in suits had sprung out of nowhere when she tried to run after them.
"Come back here, you bitch!"
Ember couldn't help wincing when she heard Scream Queen release another ear-splitting cry.
"Doesn't she remind you of a banshee?" the sheikh muttered in disgust.
Considering how the other woman was still able to make her ears ring even from afar, her royal bosshole certainly had a point, but...
Ember waited until they were in the privacy of his suite before shaking her head at the sheikh. "Didn't we just talk about the need for keeping a low profile?"
"She insulted you," Ilyas said with a curl of his lip.
Ember was stunned. That sounded rather...sweet?
"I'm the only one allowed to insult you."
I knew it. Ilyas was Ilyas, and she should've remembered that her royal bosshole was the kind of man who would rather eat his own shit than say something nice.
"Anyway..." The sheikh's tone turned brisk. "Forget about her. I had a call from the embassy, and they told me the dates for the program have been moved up by a month."
"That's fine," she reassured him.
"Didn't you tell me we still had one vacant slot left?" The sheikh headed into his bedroom while speaking and Ember fought to stay calm as she followed behind him.
Since her royal bosshole was a multitasking fanatic, this was not the first time Ilyas would talk to her about work while he was changing or taking a shower.
If I can handle this before, I can handle it again. Right?
"Ember?"
The demon prince's impatient voice snapped her out her reverie, and Ember cleared her throat. "Sorry, I—-"
"Do I have anything to worry about with the program?"
Ember quickly shook her head. "Nothing at all. I was able to find someone exceptionally suitable to take over the last slot—-" Ember caught sight of the sheikh pulling his shirt over his head and immediately turned around.
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"Um..." Ember tried not to be distracted by the sound of the sheikh removing his clothes. "The email, um, came in just this morning." Oh God. She sounded so ridiculously breathless even to her ears. "I didn't have a chance to tell you since I was already with Prue. I'm sorry..." Ember's voice trailed off just as she heard the glass door to the shower open and close.
(No turn around, no turn around, no turn around!)
"Fuck." The sheikh's expletive coincided with the blast of water from the showerhead, and the sound had Ember jumping in a way that she ended up accidentally turning back to face him.
Oh.
She had no idea what had caused the sheikh to swear, but with Ember now accidentally facing in the direction of the shower, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the view, would it?
And the view was very, very dirty.
Ember felt her throat turn dry at the way the frosted glass panes allowed her to see the outline of the sheikh's lethally perfect body from the side. There wasn't even the slightest bulge of fat in his belly, and oh...my...God.
"Ember?"
Was that his cock?
"—-are you still listening?"
Ember's face turned red when she realized how her brain had ceased to function in the past five seconds. "Sorry," she managed to croak out. "It's just so large—-" Shit! "I mean, I was largely distracted by, um..."
"Distracted by what?"
"I, um..."
Oh my God.
Ember's brain shut down for the second time when she realized that what she saw earlier was indeed the sheikh's cock.
She was absolutely certain of that now...since the sheikh's outline against the frosted glass showed her royal bosshole holding said cock between his fingers, and oh my God, was he pleasuring himself while talking to her?
"Never mind."
Was it just her imagination or did the sheikh's voice sound thicker than usual?
"What time did you leave this morning?"
She strained her ears in hopes of catching the telltale sound of the sheikh jerking himself off, but it was impossible to hear anything over the steamy blast of water coming from the showerhead.
"Ember?"
She tried to remember what the sheikh had asked her earlier, but all she could think of right now was how his hand was moving so much faster, and the sight made her want to start touching herself.
"Ember, dammit."
Ember's fingers curled into fists. I can't touch myself. I can't. I can't.
"Say something."
Ember saw the sheikh throw his head back and his body arch as he spoke, and wetness gushed out of her pussy at the sight.
"I want to hear your fucking voice."
Oh God. The hoarsely spoken demand had Ember squeezing her legs together in a futile attempt to stem the tide. But it was no use. Her panties were completely drenched, and her voice ended up quivering just like her pussy as she asked, "W-Why?"
Another moment passed, and then the sheikh suddenly growled—-
"FUCK!"
His hand slammed against the tiled wall in front of him, and just as the loud, heavy thud had Ember gasping in surprise, the combined noise lasted long enough to drown the sound of Ilyas' fingers furiously stroking his cock as he started to cum.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
He kept his hand against the wall as pleasure shuddered through his body.
All of last night's memories had come flooding back the moment he saw Ember staring at his outline from the other side of the door, and that had been it for him.
He had wanted her in an instant, needed to fucking cum in the next, but even though he was now all spent, his cock was still standing stiff and proud—-
Ember cried out when the glass door suddenly opened, and she found herself staring at the sheikh's naked body.
"Sheikh!"
But Ilyas only stared at her broodingly.
"It's not as if you haven't seen my cock before...or tasted it."
Chapter Six
Priorities.
It was the secret to a well-organized life, her royal bosshole once told her, and Ember, having only been in his employ for two weeks at that time, had nodded in earnest agreement. Yes, Your Highness. Priorities. Got it.
Every moment should be spent according to one's priorities, and right now, Ember knew her topmost priority was to demand to know the truth.
Why did you act like last night didn't happen?
But instead she found herself doing the opposite.
As her royal bosshole also once told her, distraction was the mother of chaos, and that was exactly what her problem was right now.
The demon prince's magnificently naked body was a huge distraction, especially since him being all wet and hard was another weakness of hers. She was just dirty like that, and it was why Ember couldn't make herself look away.
Yum yum - I mean, yuck yuck!
The sheikh was so, um, disgustingly hard all over, and what was up with that, uh, horrendously huge cock of his? Why was it jutting up so, er, grossly like that? It was like a fucking pole, literally and—-
"You're staring at my cock like you miss it."
Yes, I mean no, of course not, duh!
"Do you, Ember?"
Ember bit back a groan. So unfair. The sheikh was crooning again, and the sound of it had her pussy turning juicy even as his words made her want to kick him in the groin.
"Do you miss it?"
"No," she finally managed to hiss out, even as her shameless pussy cried juicy tears that made her inner folds thicken and swell.
"Then why are you still staring at my cock?"
"Because it's i—-" Her voice trailed off when she realized she had almost blurted out something i...diotic.
The sheikh raised a brow. "I—-?"
"Icky!" Yes, that was what she meant to say, and not incredible, duh. "Your cock is icky," Ember stressed in a rush, "so will you please cover yourself?"
The sheikh smirked even as he slowly wrapped the towel around his lips, and although Ember knew she should really stop staring by now—-
How could she when this might her the last time to see his, uh, hideously huge cock?
"Shall I take it off again?"
Amusement underscored the demon prince's drawl, and color burst in her cheeks when she realized he had been watching her stare at him the entire time.
"Shut—-"
But the sheikh cut her off as he gritted out, "Why didn't you talk to me about last night?"
A few seconds passed, and his secretary then retorted, "Why should I be the first one to say something?"
His secretary's tone might be scornful, but Ilyas had also seen the flash of pain in her eyes, and he realized grimly that he had ended up hurting Ember without knowing it.
