The Sheikh’s Sham Engagement (The Safar Sheikhs 3)

Instead, she tossed her head back and fisted the comforter of Nasser’s bed, determined to enjoy every last second of this. Whatever this was—the strange lull between reality and future, the delicate deception they had everyone fooled with, including themselves. Even now, in the throes of pleasure, Willow’s rational mind reminded her that she and Nasser had unexorcised demons.

But to hell with it. Nasser’s tongue pushed inside her, and a strange grunt escaped her. For one night, she just wanted to go with it. Get lost in the fantasy.

Enjoy this time as a fiancée and bride-to-be without thinking about the future.

Nasser slurped and poked at her clit with his tongue until her whole body went rigid. Her orgasm threaded through her in jerky waves. When his head appeared from beneath the hem of her dress a moment later, his mouth shiny, he declared, “That’s another wedding tradition.”

Her chest heaved, and she couldn’t say anything.

“Pre-wedding orgasm.”

“Oh.” She propped herself up on her elbows, still struggling to catch her breath. “Yeah. I agree. Let’s put it in the contract.”

Her dress swished as he bunched it up at her waist. Then he reached for his nightstand. He rummaged in the drawer for a moment then pulled out a condom. Nasser tore off his formal mahogany-colored kaftan, followed by his pants and briefs.

Willow’s mouth parted as she watched him roll the condom onto his stiff cock. The man had always been physically fit and well-trained—she’d often found him boxing with Amad and Fatim in the palace gym—but now he looked somehow even more drool-worthy. The slight patina of time, the ways he’d aged in their two years apart. Bulkier biceps, thicker forearms, and well-defined abs that hadn’t quite popped as much when they were together.

And that didn’t even cover his confidence. Nasser seemed like he had direction in life now, which was the sexiest part of his older, more mature self. This, right here—this had been the man she’d been dying to spend forever with before their breakup.

Her thoughts dissolved as Nasser eased himself between her legs, gripping her by the hips as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She moaned, digging her fingernails into his forearms as he sank down painfully slowly.

“This is another tradition,” he murmured, stilling himself before his cock was even halfway buried.

She grunted, arching herself toward him, desperate to get even another inch of him. “What?”

“Ceremonial dress sex,” he said, and then thrust himself down, down, down. She squeaked at the sudden pleasure, locking her ankles around his back so that he couldn’t go anywhere. Nasser rocked against her, starting a jerking, desperate rhythm. One that brought her right back up to the precipice in no time. She clung to him, a strangled cry escaping her as she bucked and rocked with him.

Her entire body was tense and expectant as he drilled into her. A few wisps of his hair had escaped his expert style, curling over his forehead while his dark eyes locked on her. Heat surged through her—the heat of his attention, the heat of their movement. The heat of knowing that right now, she was the only thing that mattered to him.

Just as she had been before.

Her orgasm crested and spilled over the edge, and she unraveled for a second time, crying out and scraping at his chest as she came over and over again. Nasser stilled, buried to the hilt, and then he crumpled on top of her in a satisfied heap. They lay breathing heavily in unison for a long time before Nasser propped himself up on his elbows to look her in the eye.

He didn’t say anything, simply brushed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss that perfectly concluded what they’d just shared.

He rolled over and then pulled her into his arms. Willow curled up into his chest, relishing the heat and tang of sweat she found there, unsurprised to find that after a while, it wasn’t just happiness coursing through her.

Tears had joined the mix as well.

9

The next morning, Willow awoke to the scent of coffee and Nasser’s smiling face. Perched on the side of the bed, he rubbed her back while she slowly came to consciousness.

“Mrrghhh,” Willow said, rubbing at her eyes.

“Good morning to you too. Not to wake you early or anything, but you need to wake up early today.”

She laughed groggily. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. I forgot to tell you last night that you have a meeting today.”

“I have a meeting?” she asked.

“Now that you’re officially e

ngaged to a sheikh, you have access to the Women’s Tribal Council. And they have a meeting this morning.” Nasser checked his phone. “In one hour. And today’s topic is education, so I knew you’d want to be there.”

She grunted, pushing to sitting. She blinked at him for a few moments before replying. “Do they know I’m coming?”