Nabil ought to be angry. He was definitely, but with no one but himself. Not since he was a teen, was he so close to having unprotected s****l i*********e.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Thank God she didn’t seem the kind of woman who engages in small talk after s*x. He switched off the shower and handed her a towel and so what if he was a little brusque as he passed it to her? He had things on his mind.
What had he been thinking? In a minute he’d been in charge and giving her intense pleasure the manner he knew women liked to be pleasured, and the next he was almost forgetting the most basic of rules.
Thank God his friends would never come to the knowledge of that. They would love that if they knew. They’d have him married off.
It was nothing short of an error. It had been a
