Long minutes pass after Jake leaves. My appetite fades as I stare at my half-eaten meal. I didn’t intend to piss him off, but I did. Again. To make matters worse, I don’t understand what bothered him. I simply don’t know the person he mentioned. What’s the big deal?
It bothers me that I always seem to hurt or upset Jake. I sucked as a girlfriend, and I’m not much better as a friend. What makes me think I’d be any good as a wife, especially to a rich man? I can only hope my future husband will be so busy with his personal empire he won’t have time for me.
I slide my plate into the sink. A cold breeze follows me to the bathroom. I pick up my toothbrush and look into the mirror. A man’s reflection startles me. I whirl around, but there’s no one else in the room. Must be the wine. I shake my head and finish up.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Overworked and horny.
Giving into Jake would solve one problem while creating new ones. I could never use him. He deserves better.
Isn’t that what you plan on doing with some wealthy, unsuspecting man?
What’s with the sudden attack of my conscience? I swear as soon as this raging period is over, I’m getting laid and forgetting all about Jake.
Sure you will.
It’s early, but I’m exhausted. No matter how much sleep I get of late, I’m still tired. Unusual for me. I’ve always been a bit of a party girl. First thing in the morning, after my photo shoot, I’m planning a trip to Vegas. One week away in the City of Lights will have me feeling like my old self.
Yes. That’s exactly what I’ll do, and life can go back to normal.
I slide beneath the covers. Fatigue takes a backseat, however, when I turn off my lamp. The shadowy figure of a naked man snakes toward me. I attempt to let out a scream, but my throat seizes up. All I can do is grasp my pillow and cower behind it.
Calm, like rain, falls upon my shoulders, and I drop the pillow. The fog lifts from my mind. I’m unsure how Amun got inside my apartment, but he is welcome. Always.
“Nothing is hidden between us.” The bed dips. “I am only here to love you, my queen.”
“Always, malik alaliha.” The words tumble from my lips.
“Disrobe for me, Atra.”
My king has spoken and I obey, tugging my tank top over my head. I slip out of bed and lower my pajama bottoms and underwear.
“Beautiful,” he croons.
I lower my head and sink to my knees. “My king, I am not worthy of you.”
“I shall purify you, Atra.” Another, unfamiliar, voice enters the apartment.
Where did the woman come from? Ice shivers down my spine, and I’m unable to move. A hand rests on top of my head. “By the blood of Isis, you are healed. Join with Amun-Ra and give birth to a new kingdom.”
Fatigue slides away, taking my pain and period with it. I stand and lock eyes with Amun as moonlight silhouettes his frame. The man is chiseled perfection—gleaming skin and rippling muscles like a warrior.
“Where did she go?”
“Taweret has served her purpose. She’s left us alone so you might fulfill yours.” His hand caresses my cheek. “I have waited an eternity for you, Atra.”
Chaos and clarity war with each other. My brain tries to assure me this is all just a vivid dream. But my body acts on its own volition. My fingers stroke Amun’s abdomen before moving lower to his bulging erection.
Damn. The man is hung like a fucking bull. My hand lingers and fondles his balls. Amun shudders.
“I can wait no longer for you, my queen,” he growls and lifts me, carrying me the short distance to the bed.
Carefully, Amun lays me down before brushing his lips over mine. The kiss, so tender and surreal, quickly morphs into something animalistic and cruel. It devours any lingering resistance. His mouth works magic on me. I part my lips, and Amun’s tongue slides inside like a crafty cobra. Our tongues entwine. The taste of him is like sweet ambrosia.
His hand goes to my thigh, and I eagerly spread my legs for him. Amun’s fingers graze my flesh before stroking my clit. Sheer pleasure radiates through me as I lift my hips off the bed.
“Ohhhh,” I moan.
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