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She still hadn’t moved when Jamal ended the call. His face as tight as his shoulders, he said nothing as he handed the phone back to Yusef and closed the door firmly back in place.
Her nerves stretched to breaking point, she said weakly, “Before you say anything, I’m truly sorry.”
“Are you?” his voice throbbed with censure. “The money in that account was for you, Yasmine,notyour father. Why didn’t you talk to me? Why hide the truth? Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out about it coming out of my account?”
“I was scared and ashamed,” she whispered, her throat drier than parchment. “I didn’t know what to do. Dad said we needed to plant thousands more date palms to meet your demands and that our people were relying on me—”
“The same people who have survived perfectly well without any extra influx of cash for the last few years?” he interjected harshly. “As for the date palms, don’t you think I would have fully investigated every aspect of my new business venture before going ahead with it? Your country has more than enough dates for my needs and for your people.”
She blinked, her heart stuttering. “Are you saying my dad lied to me?”
Jamal’s jaw tightened, but there was a shadow of sympathy in his stare.
She blinked back sudden tears. She didn’t know what was worse, her dad’s betrayal or her husband’s sympathy when she’d been expecting nothing but his well-deserved wrath.
It showed how little she knew him still…knew her dad.
“I’d hoped to soften the blow when I told you, but there’s no longer any way of skirting around the truth. Your father is a gambling addict who has probably already frittered away half the money you sent him. Amack would have held its own even with its failing tourism if it wasn’t for your father’s secret addiction.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Yes, you do,” he said quietly, his brilliant eyes reading her emotions. She was an open book to him. “His racehorses aren’t winning like they used to and yet he still gambles heavily on them. Now you, his only daughter, is expected to pick up the pieces of his broken dreams.”
She didn’t realize she was crying at first, not until Jamal reached out and dried her tears with his thumbs. “Angel, don’t cry.” He sighed heavily. “All I ask it that the next time your dad asks for money, you come to me first.”
She must have nodded, because he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into to the bedroom. Laying her onto the bed, he pressed kisses to each corner of her eyes, drying her tears as effectively as his hands had. “I only want you to be happy,” he said huskily
“I only want you to be happy, too.”
“Angel, I’ve never been happier than I am when I’m with you.”
Heaven help her, but her husband undid her in every way. Despite what she’d done he knew all the right things to say. “You’re too good to me,” she whispered.
He pressed a kiss to her parted lips. “Marriage takes work.” He kissed her jawline next. “And commitment.” Then he was trailing kisses down the side of her neck, where inner sparks danced and heated. “And I happen to think you’re worth it,” he finished simply.
How did his words break her apart and bare her heart so easily? That he meant every one of them left her speechless while her body hummed with arousal and need.
But she didn’t need to tell him when her body communicated it so well. She lifted her hips and then her shoulders as he peeled off her dress and underwear. His eyes glowed and he growled something illegible as he drew the tip of first one breast into his mouth, then the other.
She arched her back with a gasp. How soon her aching misery had become aching need. She wanted her husband in every way. That she’d failed his trust tore at her heartstrings and turned her yearning bittersweet.
“Don’t think,” Jamal commanded huskily. “Just enjoy the moment.”
Shewasenjoying it, very much.
It was time to show him. She rolled and suddenly he was underneath and she was on top. “I want to pleasure you,” she said huskily.
His eyes darkened. “If this is your way of making up for—“
“I want you, Jamal. But I want to be in control.” She didn’t need to tell him that though every aspect of her life was taken over by rules and security, the bedroom was the one place where she could enact her own needs.
He nodded and his cock jerked beneath her. “Then I’m all yours.”
It was beyond intimate to pull off his clothes and bare his skin like he’d bared hers. Beyond seductive being in control when she bent and pressed her lips to his and dragged her soaked pussy along his satin-hard shaft.
His cock kicked and he growled into her mouth, his pleasure setting loose her an assurance and self-confidence she never knew she possessed.
“I want to be inside you,” he said harshly, his eyes flared and his cock pulsating beneath her.
