For The Sheikh's Pleasure. Annie West

      

      For the Sheikh’s Pleasure

      Annie West

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      Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Michael Newton for his contribution to this work

      ISBN: 978-0-008-90661-0

      FOR THE SHEIKH’S PLEASURE

      © 2019 Annie West

      Published in Great Britain 2019

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      To my friend Vanessa: a talented writer and

       a girl who knows the value of best-quality

       chocolate. Thanks for the unexpected supply

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      I owe you!

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

      Note to Readers

       Dedication

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      THERE she was.

      Arik adjusted the binoculars a fraction to bring her into clearer focus.

      A slow smile stretched his mouth as the early light limned her figure with gold.

      Surprising to realise how disappointed he’d been just moments ago, thinking she wouldn’t arrive. She’d become the highlight of each tedious day as she appeared on the beach, a lone, perfect Aphrodite with her long rippling hair, her delicious curves and her air of innocent allure.

      Even at a distance of five hundred metres, the sight of her tightened each muscle in his lower body, turned his blood sluggish as his heartbeat slowed to a heavy anticipatory thud.

      He lowered the binoculars and scrubbed his hand over his face.

      Hell! What had he come to? Six weeks in plaster and he was reduced to playing the voyeur. Maybe he should have accepted one of the offers of feminine companionship he’d received while he recuperated.

      But he’d been impatient to get this leg healed. He didn’t want any fawning women around, fussing over him and nurturing false hopes of domestic bliss, staying here in his home. He’d seen the look in Helene’s eyes just a couple of months ago and had known immediately it was time to end their relationship.

      A pity. Helene was clever and witty, as well as sleekly seductive and with an appetite for sex he found rare in a woman. Their time together had been stimulating, satisfying and fun. But once she’d started dreaming about happily-ever-after, it was over.

      He worked hard and played hard, seeking out women who’d enjoy the fast-paced ride with him. He wasn’t into breaking hearts.

      No, what he needed now was a diversion, a short, satisfying affair that would keep his mind off the frustration of being cooped up here.

      He lifted the binoculars again and was rewarded with a sight that made him lean forward, elbows braced on the parapet.

      His golden girl had put up her easel, positioned for the view along the beach to the next rocky headland. But, instead of concentrating on her paints, she was unbuttoning her shirt.

      Arik’s heart jolted in expectation. Yes! Her hands skimmed quickly down the shirt, then she shrugged it off, revealing smooth shoulders and arms and a curvaceous body that made him want to discard the wheelchair and hobble down to help her undress. Slim at the waist but full-breasted: she’d be a delicious handful, he decided as he watched her bend to strip off her trousers. A ripe peach of a derrière, invitingly curved hips and slim shapely legs.

      Just as he’d suspected. A woman worth knowing better.

      He watched her walk down to the waves curling in on the sand. Saw her pause as the water frothed about her ankles. It would be warm, caressing her skin. The current in this part of the Arabian Sea kept the temperature inviting.

      His gaze