She slowly turned her head to look at the tall, good-looking man standing beside the bed. She half expected him to draw a sword and kill Farima, Nasir and Maisha in a bloody show of jealousy, but he merely smiled. “Sorry I interrupted,” he said. “Please, continue.” “Ashar, she has just claimed her pleasure if you would like to take her now,” Maisha said. “I’ll take her just before the next one,” he said and took a seat on the divan next to the bed. What in the hell? Lara looked down at Reece and they stared at each other in question. Why did her consciousness decide to take charge at the most awkward moments? She’d been enjoying Farima’s pleasure second hand, which was not as good as making love to Reece, but it allowed her to experience things she might never consider trying on her own. Now she was in a very compromising position. Did she stop or continued making love with Reece in front of Farima’s tall, dark, and surprisingly gorgeous husband? “Nasir,” Ashar said.
