The Sheikh’s Sham Engagement (The Safar Sheikhs 3) - Page 23

“Okay, well, I’ll be in the other room.” Willow sent a big smile his way and headed over to an empty classroom where a utility desk was stored. She would come back to this conversation, but only once frustrations cooled.

To slow her own hammering heart, Willow distracted herself with the internet before she got started working. As most internet holes turned out for her, she ended up searching for dream vacations, new ideas and dreams for her ESCAPE folder.

Up until now, she’d always searched for vacations for one. But now? It might be fun to search for vacations for a little family of three.

She got sucked into the travel hole, even reading up on the infant travel policies for three different airlines. She bookmarked a few pertinent links, such as advice about how to prevent infants from being bothered by the pressurization of cabins, before finally pivoting back to the real task at hand: the curriculum paperwork.

But even as she worked, images of her faraway travel dreams lurked in the back of her mind. Santorini with Nasser on her arm, and a baby in his. A chilly Icelandic jaunt, the baby’s face comically framed by a fur-trimmed parka. Maybe even a romantic getaway weekend to Paris for just her and Nasser once the baby was old enough.

Because one thing was certain: she wanted this family to work. And now that she was carrying his baby and back in his arms on the regular, it would be harder than ever to accept this love they shared as anything other than a success story.

14

Multiple hours and meetings later, Nasser returned to the palace feeling just as disjointed as he’d felt that morning at the school.

Something brewed beneath the surface with him and Willow, and he didn’t know where to even begin figuring it out.

The not knowing made him hesitant to return to the palace that evening. Even though he’d missed the family dinner due to a donor outing in Al Ghuman, he assumed Willow would be up and waiting for him, ready to talk, the second he stepped through the bedroom door.

But once he got there, he didn’t find an agitated Willow, tapping her foot with a whole list of proposed conversational items. Instead, he found her just getting undressed for the day. She grinned over her shoulder at him as he shut the door.

“There you are,” she purred.

“Here I am.” He set his briefcase down. She was naked except for a pair of sexy black panties and a bra. She pushed down her panties, just below her hips, and watched him. Waiting.

“Wow. It looks like your curriculum planning has really turned you on,” he joked, strutting her way. She giggled, looking at him with hooded eyes.

“Incredibly,” she said, hooking her wrists behind his neck once he slid his hands over her waist, resting right above her panty line. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

That was music to his ears. Thoughts that weren’t sex immediately evacuated his head. He had no room for them anymore. Not when his libido was being stoked by this beautiful woman in his arms.

“Why didn’t you just accost me in the construction tents like last time?” Nasser teased, pushing his hand beneath the bunched-up fabric of her panties. She sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers pushed into the slippery folds of her pussy.

“This pregnant lady needs a bed these days,” she whispered as he brushed his lips against hers. She tasted like cherry lip gloss. “You can’t just have me over the back of any old work bench anymore.”

Nasser grunted through a kiss, ripping her panties lower. He moved his fingers back and forth over the tight nub of her clit until she wilted, digging her finger nails into the sides of his arms. He grinned as her brows drew together, and then he slipped two fingers inside her.

Her pussy drew tight around him, pure juiciness and velvet, and the sensation made him groan. He slid his fi

ngers in and out of her, in and out, until she cried out and fell back against the wall.

“I can’t even stand up anymore,” she moaned once he pulled her into his arms.

“Time for this pregnant lady to move to the bed,” he said, laughing as he guided her backwards. She flopped onto the mattress, smiling up at him as he tore off his kaftan and shimmied out of his briefs. He tugged her bra straps down one by one and then gently removed the garment, tossing it aside as he gobbled up Willow’s familiar sexiness.

Because even though she was familiar, she ignited him. The known curves of her body. That little noise she made when she was about to come. All of those things turned him on even more. Willow had always been the only one he could imagine a long-term future with. He didn’t know why—just knew that it was true.

His cock twitched under Willow’s gaze. She watched him with pure fire. Willow reached for him, and he surged forward, allowing his hips to meet her reach. Her cool little hand fisted him, eyes ablaze as she worked his cock. He grunted and bucked as she propped herself up on her elbow and urged him down further, all the way down so she could get her lips around it. Her pretty pink mouth made his cock disappear, her intense green gaze steady on his as her tongue danced over the surface of his dick. He jolted when she traced the sensitive seam of his cockhead.

His abs tightened as his body began the downhill race to climax. With her mouth wrapped around him, with her looking at him so intensely, the heat zipping through his veins threatened to push him over the edge.

But no. He wanted to enjoy this a bit longer. He pulled back, his chest heaving as he struggled for mental control. She grabbed for his hips, but he shook his head.

“Hang on,” he whispered.

“That good, huh?” she teased.

He grunted. “You have no idea. You have a magic mouth.”

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