"Honor Blackwell, you are in way over your head," I muttered to myself as I broke into jewel thief Ali Baba's tumbledown Mediterranean villa. Well not exactly broke in since the door was unlocked. It was a technicality, one I'd cling to since I hated the thought of breaking the law. I was an artist not a PI but when the opportunity to get away from my obnoxious boss's lecherous advances and make a fat fee that would insure my future came up, I'd jumped at it. This boon would enable me to quit my part time jobs and concentrate on getting my paintings ready for my spring showing. I had my dads homemade mace in my tote bag not to mention handcuffs, and the American Embassy and my client's number on speed dial, I was ready. All I had to do was grab the necklace and get back on the ferry to the mainland.

As promised the villa was deserted, the thief supposedly out for his afternoon swim. This simple dwelling told me that while the gigolo with the cutesy nickname might have succeeded in relieving my client of her necklace he was far from successful. He was probably young and cocky with a ready smile and a smooth line. Not my type at all. Actually, the shack reminded me way too much of the tiny lakeside cottage I'd grown up in while my father had his scrapes with the law.

I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and bit back a groan. I looked like I'd just been through an ordeal, traversing a goat path to this guys hide out. My feet ached in the little pink sandals I wore. The sundress I'd worn to blend in with the tourists clung to my too full curves, and I was glowing, probably sunburned I decided firmly. I needn't have bothered trying to blend in. Apparently not many visitors came to the remote island on the Mediterranean. I rejected the thought that I was getting off on this, even though my heart was racing, my senses alive with excitement. My honey blond hair had escaped the chignon I'd put it into, to curl around my shoulders.

My goals had been clear since the first time I'd picked up a paintbrush. I'd get ahead, not like the gigolo did by using my body. Not that anyone was asking, except Hal my obnoxious boss who still wanted to marry me, even though I was a dud in bed. Who needed the prig, at least my vibrator got me off, kind of. Big red was still in my suitcase back in my Athens's hotel.

My fascinated gaze swept the simple room, the major feature being the king sized bed. Ali Baba probably used every inch of it for his sex-capades. His leather shaving kit sat on a dresser as promised. According to my client, it was where he hid his loot. Knowing I needed to hurry, I rushed toward it. Tearing open the leather bag, my eyes widened when she noticed the box of condoms, king sized. The gigolo obviously had an inflated opinion of himself I decided with a grin.

As promised at the bags bottom was a secret compartment. I felt inside, my fingers closing with triumph around cool stones. It was here. My client wasn't nuts after all. I pulled out the emerald necklace and let out a little gasp at its beauty. Whoever had cut and set the stones was a gifted artist. My heart raced as I examined the beautiful necklace, the stones glowing with an inner green fire that took my breath away. On my salary, I'd never be able to afford such a masterpiece, but I could still admire it.

The thump of a door closing made my heart stop as I clutched the stolen goods in a death grip. He was back, early. My accursed client hadn't been right about his timetable after all. Shit. My spine stiffened as I tried to surreptitiously tuck the necklace into my straw tote bag, and then I slowly turned around. I didn't want him to think I was making a false move, give him an excuse to shoot me. Who knew what kind of desperado I'd be dealing with? My eyes widened when I caught sight of his naked splendor. He was unarmed if you discounted his impressive cock that swelled as he looked back at me. He wasn't at all what I'd expected him to be, older, with a confident air about him that made me wonder if he was innocent. I gazed into his chocolate brown eyes seeing suspicion that was quickly replaced by a lazy sexual fire. Whoa! My mind called out but I couldn't seem to move.

Instead I straight out ogled him back. Droplets of seawater sparkled in his raven dark hair. Aggressively male, and handsome as sin, he looked like he didn't need a weapon to take me down. Hell, I was in trouble deep. As soon as this was over, I was going home to Wisconsin and investing in a whole brace of vibrators. My gaze locked with his dark eyes and my sex quivered. I gulped as his amused gaze flicked from me to the sandy footprints I'd tracked all over his tile floor. Heart pounding a mile a minute, I froze.

My hungry gaze tracked a glistening drop of seawater down his muscled chest and washboard abs, to circle around his huge cock. I instantly took back that inflated ego crack. He was huge; not that I'd had that many men strip for me. His manhood hung halfway down his muscled thigh. He noted the direction of my stare his sultry mouth kicking up into a bad boy grin that set my hormones haywire. My body tingled coming alive even though I told myself to cool it. Flames raced through me telling me that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said stepping toward me. "I told my brother not to send me a present."

I almost fainted as his honey dark tones washed over me, making my sex pulse, my nipples tingle. He sounded even better than he looked, and he thought I was his love gift. I'd never been mistaken for a seductress before, it was kind of exciting. If only he knew how unresponsive I was in bed. I immediately suppressed that depressing thought. How could I deny that I was there to make love to him without admitting that I was here to steal the necklace back? Why else would I be in his room? He was already suspicious of me, I could tell. He could have me thrown in jail, or worse. I shuddered to think of spending time in a foreign jail.

Apprehension made my knees quiver, even as it crazily increased my inappropriate sexual response. By now a sheen of moisture coated my thighs as my clit stiffened. I didn't even get this response with my vibrator, I thought sourly. The hunk gave off some wicked pheromones to affect me this way. I pulled my jangled senses together long enough to give him what I hoped was a sultry smile. "Happy birthday...."

"Alexander, Sheik Alexander Kahn."

I tried not to roll my eyes at the alias and played along. Let him have his fantasies my warped brain was coming up with a few of my own. "As in being carried off into the burning sands by my sheik?"

His eyes twinkled. "It can be arranged."

Trembling as he closed in on me, I couldn't have run if I'd wanted to. I didn't want to. My legs weren't working, and some crazy part of me wanted to stay; soak in a little more of his sexy essence. Madness, but I couldn't deny it. When his hot glance lingered on my breasts, my nipples tightened as if by his command, and I bit my lip embarrassed.

He smiled grasping my shoulders, holding me fast.

My bare arms burned at the contact and I sucked in a shocked breath as he bent to kiss me. "What are you doing?"

"Trying a sample of your wares, Miss..."

"Honor," I said with a moan as his firm lips slanted over mine. He tasted like coffee and hot man mixed with a salty tang from the sea. Like the sex-starved spinster that I was, I dove in. I kissed him back, my tongue parrying with his, my body aflame as he pulled me closer. I didn't need much coaxing to press against him, feeling his rippling muscles, his hot flesh, the demanding thrust of his cock.

My breasts pillowed against his hot chest making my nipples throb while his rousing manhood pressed against my quivering pussy. I melted, arching against him, helplessly turned on and not knowing how to handle it, or him. My hands came up to brace myself against his chest, and my fingers dug in kneading his pecs making him growl. A shiver went down my spine at his hot response. When I felt him slide the bag from my shoulder and heard it hit the floor I was too caught up in his sensual spell to react. The sibilant rasp of my zipper being lowered broke the spell. I pressed my hands flat against his chest pulling back. "What are you doing?"

"Unwrapping my present, Honor."

Hell, why had I given him my real name? Hearing the sexy way he said it made me cream. The heated look in his eyes as he watched me said he read my every emotion. It almost made me bolt, but I didn't want to. Running wasn't an option anymore. His challenging gaze almost dared me to object. I pressed against him instead loving the feel of this hunks body. Not love I amended. I was going to be sophisticated about this and take a sample from him as well. Still, I let out a gasp when my dress fell, pooling at my feet. Blushing as his sultry gaze swept over me in my pink lace bra and panties, I suddenly felt embarrassed, shy. My curves were too plump, and nobody had ever accused me of being a beauty. When I put my arm up to cover my breasts, he took my hand stopping me.

"Do not try to hide from me."

My pussy rippled at his words, then he urged my hand down to his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around his steely heat entranced. Good grief I could hardly hold him. I tested the silky strength of his hard on making him jerk, thrilled when he lengthened even more in my grasp. My body quickened as I jacked him off. Shit, this was madness I thought my thumb sliding over the drop of cum on his slit, making him swear in Arabic. His reaction thrilled me. I never affected men this way.

When he unhooked my bra, and pulled down my panties I was too turned on to do more than blush. Then he touched me, his hand slipping between my quivering thighs, and I closed my eyes with a moan of pure pleasure. It was so much better than...anyone. I throbbed in his hands, his fingers filling my pulsing sheath, his thumb homing in on my sensitive clit. I let out a gasp as he played with me and then he bent to suck one of my stiff nipples into his hot mouth and I screamed. The twin sensations sent me sailing and I put myself fully into his control.

He propped my foot on a hassock to open me shamelessly and I just whimpered in approval as his fingers went deeper into my sex. His masterful touch completely seduced me. Something inside me tightened almost unbearably as did me. He pressed my clit hard, closed his teeth over my nipple and I came, crying out as spasms wracked me. "Oh my god," I cried out falling against him. It was nothing like the weak response I got from my vibrator.

"I've got you, love," he said scooping me up into his arms.

I clung to him, my racing pulse slowly slowing as I came back to earth. I felt movement and opened my eyes in time to see him carry me into the bathroom. What the hell was he up to? Now that my head wasn't filled with lust, I knew it was crazy to stay...I had to leave, catch the ferry. "Stop...what are you doing?"

"Washing the sand off you and the salt off me," he said turning on the shower.

I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but his grasp tightened as he gave me a resolute stare. I suddenly knew he meant to keep me. I should scream, although who would hear me but a goat. I should at least try to hit him in the nads and run. Instead, I let out a pleasured groan when he stepped us both under the pulsing spray. I suddenly felt boneless as I snuggled in his strong arms. The damned shower felt to good, and so did he. I was so getting fired for this, but I didn't care.

His dark gaze on mine made my body quicken again, my sex pulse anew. What was he thinking? My eyes swept shut when he muttered what sounded like a curse and bent to kiss me. At least I wasn't the only one feeling conflicted. The kiss was hard and demanding, not playful like before and I found myself kissing him back just as hungrily. I had to memorize him because I knew I'd never meet another man like him. My arms tightened around his neck, my tongue flicked over his lower lip and he gentled the kiss, seeming to savor me. Still kissing me, he let me go to slide down his slick body. The erotic sensation blew my mind. I stood on trembling legs, leaning into his hard strength absorbing him. There was no way I could go back and get engaged to Hal after this. The thought made me smile. At least this interlude had made up my mind for me.

When he broke the kiss and set me back on my heels I looked at him through a steamy orgasmic cloud. He was absolutely perfect. I wanted him again, and I'd have him before I caught the ferry out of here. My heart pained at the thought of leaving but I thrust it from my mind. I had a man to seduce. He picked up a sea sponge and sandalwood body wash and thrust them at me with a sultry smile.

"Wash me concubine."

"What did you call me." I took them from him seeing his lips twitch with amusement.

"Concubine...a sort of wife in training."

I throbbed at his words. I wasn't ever going to marry, it wasn't in the cards. Still as his hot glance swept over me, lingering on my breasts, I could hardly concentrate on my objections. The scent of sex, my arousal perfumed hung heavy in the air and I knew he liked it when his nostrils flared. His wicked cock bobbed before me throbbing and unsatisfied. He'd given me pleasure without taking any for himself; it wasn't the act of a criminal, maybe he could be redeemed. "Not a wife please," I teased lathering his chest with the soapy sponge.

"You're not interested in marriage," he said his brow quirking.

He didn't believe me. I gazed at his doubtful expression, it reminding me of his look when he first found me standing in his bedroom. Why would a man like him be interested in my views on marriage? I'd think he'd probably run the other direction if a woman tried to put a ring on his finger. "Marriage is an outdated custom. Believe it or not, American women are career oriented. I know in your culture that goes against the grain."

"What do you know about me and my culture?"

That "got ya" look was back on his hawk like face, like he suspected me of lying maybe trying to con him. I wasn't about to slip up and tell him I had a dossier on him. "Arabic men are horribly old fashioned and domineering." When his eyes glittered with irritation, I smiled. It wasn't hard to push his buttons. I swirled the sponge over his abs and moved on to his cock.

"Sorry you don't approve," he said tightly.

I sank down to my knees on the showers stone floor driven by the undeniable need to taste him. That I'd never even considered doing this before didn't matter. He was different. "I didn't say it was all bad," I said looking up at him. The burning look in his eyes and the rigid set of his body told me he was holding back, waiting for me to make the next move. The sense of feminine power that filled me at that moment spurred me on. "The domineering part can be fun at times," I murmured smiling up at him.

I watched a nerve in his tight jaw pulse, made a yummy noise, and focused on his cock. It was hard bobbing in front of my face. I experimentally flicked my tongue out to taste him. Salty, sweet, and all man...mine. "It's even better than I imagined."

He shuddered.

A drop of pre cum glistened on his slit and I lapped it up, stealing it. He hissed in response making me quiver, emboldening me. I smiled swirling my tongue around his hot cocks velvety head and then opened my mouth to take him in. His groan excited me made me suck on him hard trying to take more of him in. He tasted exciting!

"Enough," he gritted out, his hands on my shoulders.

I gave him a frown, my lips still holding him trapped, but his tender look made me stop. I let him slip from my mouth and left him with a kiss and a promise. I wanted more. He pulled me up, picking me up off the floor and my arms went around his neck. I kissed him ravenously knowing he tasted his essence on my tongue, reveling in it. I sucked on his tongue enflamed.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, Honor," he demanded.

I didn't need more encouragement. I wrapped my legs around his toned middle, my ass pressed against his burning erection, and I whimpered. He lifted me thrusting into my pussy and I cried out my body clamping onto his huge cock. He groaned muttering love words I didn't understand but felt to the bottom of my soul, and backed me against the cool tiles as he fucked me hard. My sex tightened even more than before, clinging to his driving cock as he plunged into me again and again. I clung to him almost afraid to let go, wondering if I could take it, take him. And then he kissed me, driving high and hard inside me, and ground against me. I shattered, my pussy spasming milking him over and over, making him groan.

"Honor," he shouted coming high and hard inside me.

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