The Sheikh's Pregnant Employee (Almasi Sheikhs 3)

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, locking her legs around him. With each withdrawal, she was seconds closer to coming, the tension thick and spring-loaded inside her. She’d been fantasizing about him since the day they met, but nothing satisfied her like Zahir himself.

Zahir drilled into her again, rocking his hips in a slow circle once he was buried to the hilt. She gasped into his shoulder, biting at the warm skin there, and he nuzzled the hollow of her neck. Their lips met a moment later, a frenzied, passionate kiss emerging, something raw and real that made tears well up in the back of her throat. Without breaking the seal of their kiss, he rocked against her, pressing himself so deep that she moaned.

He pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers, thrusting into her so deep that she saw stars. She fell over the edge then, a quaking, messy tumble of sparks and hot rushes. She clung to his strong neck, letting out a low, warbling moan that sounded like it came from someone else. Pleasure wracked her body, pussy clenching in waves around him as he drew back again and then thrust deep. A moment later he grunted and stilled.

Her vision went spotty for a moment until the pleasure receded, allowing her to think straight again. Chest heaving, she dragged her lips along the salty skin of his collarbone, hesitant to break the reverie of the climax.

“That,” she said after a few moments, the silence broken only by their satisfied, heavy breaths, “that is really hard to say no to.”

12

They lounged on her couch, half-nude and relaxed, for longer than Zahir realized. By the time he thought to check his phone, an hour had go

ne by in comfortable conversation and lighthearted laughter.

“If you keep sitting with these out,” Zahir smoothed his hand over the lush curve of her breast, “we’ll be forced to start round two.”

“Forced, huh?”

He smiled as she stood up, squeezing his shoulder on her way to the kitchen. She came back with a pitcher of water and two glasses. “Water? I also have wine.”

“No. I just want you.” He hooked her at the waist, bringing her down onto his lap. She giggled, rubbing her butt against his groin as she settled into place.

“Is this how we should work from now on?” She glanced back at him, mischief on her face. “We can just merge our offices. I’ll sit on top of you in all meetings.”

He laughed. “That would be my dream come true.”

She poured two glasses of water from her perch on his lap while thoughts about work began skulking through his mind.

“You know…” he said after a moment.

“What?” She turned, handing him a glass.

“What happened tonight…and before…” He sipped at his water, feeling suddenly parched. “I needed it then, and I needed it now.”

“Me too,” she said in a small voice.

“I’m going to keep needing it, too.” He squeezed her left hip with his free hand.

She smirked, looking back at him. “What are you getting at?”

“I don’t want to keep playing this game. This thing between us can’t be ignored.” His heart raced while he spoke, like the mere words uncorked a well he hadn’t been expecting. Heat rushed through him. “But I don’t want to lie or lead you on, either.”

She turned on his lap, her legs hanging over the side of the couch. “Okay.”

“I have…obligations,” he said, his neck heating at the mere reference to his pending marriage. “To my family and to the company. So, I wouldn’t expect you to, you know…” He waved his hand in the air. This was delicate territory, and he wanted to avoid it altogether. “I don’t see this going away. But I also see that it has a natural limit.”

Her face went stony, which sent a pang of fear through him. “Right.”

“Am I making sense?”

She turned to him, a bright smile coming over her face. “Perfect sense. Thank you.”

He paused, trying to feel her out. It was as clear as he could make it—please be with me as long as possible, before I sign my life away to a woman I don’t even know.

“But I can understand too if this might be uncomfortable. I’d be willing to help you achieve whatever arrangement fits best. Moving to a different department, relocation…in the event that you decide you, well, don’t want to continue.”

“Zahir.” She slung her arms around his neck, her face growing stern. “I’m a liberated western woman, remember? You don’t have to worry this much.”