Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books)
I eyed the edge of the bath, made from an obsidian solid stone, carved into the shape of a bath, smoothed from the inside.
Nasrin smiled, her eyes dancing over my body. “Good morning, Zain.”
Fuck. Me.
The way she rolled out my name like a smooth purr had me tightening in my pants, hoping she couldn’t see how much it affected me.
“I will wait outside—”
“Please, sit,” she whispered, her golden arms glistening with water. I eyed the small stool near the bath and raised my brow at her. She continued, “Help me scrub my back, please.”