Nazmi was inexplicably and irrevocably attracted to Samir and she hated herself for it. It was her plan to seduce him, and she enjoyed the pleasure she received too, but the fact she had such strong sexual feelings for her enemy was a real morale-crusher.
He was the most literal definition of a guilty pleasure.
She met his eyes with her own and heaved a sigh. Something about his sensual expression made her forget all of her worries. Her distressed thoughts of betrayal immediately escaped her mind.
Nazmi's hand that he had moved to his manhood was still resting there, so she decided to take action. He did say that she had to earn her place beside him on the bed for the night, so she figured she ought to do her best.
Nazmi slowly started stroking him through the fabric of his trousers, gently caressing the outline of his dick. He gave a gentle sigh of approval, seemingly relieved to have his erection addressed after nearly two hours of constant teasing.
