The Sheikh's Surprise Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh 6)

I bit his neck and then kissed where I’d dented the skin, “Yes Amir—I give in—I won’t leave you again.”

“Tell me who I am.”

“You are my sheikh. I am yours—you are mine.”

Chapter Ten

Another two weeks in the hospital, and Amir was released. Omar insisted we stay in his penthouse, since he still had a hospital room set up from when he’d been severely injured the year before. The best thing about all their wealth was how wonderful and easy it was to get the best help available. A full time nurse and also a full time physical therapist were now on staff. Both of them would return with us when we went to Amir’s palace in Abu Dhabi.

Anna was three months farther along in her pregnancy, so she’s really showing. She was also glowing like a freakin’ sun! Her radiance could power a planet. Her obvious joy at being a mommy was almost infectious. I was getting there, and with Amir’s continued persistence that he adores my ever-growing bump, I might actually be convinced. Right this second, Amir and I were alone in his room, and he insisted I sit across his lap on the couch so he can fondle my belly.

“Why is this such a turn on?” I asked because I was truly confused. He always looked at me like I’m insane when I don’t understand his reactions.

“What? I’m not a guy, I don’t get it. But apparently this really turns you on.” I wiggle my butt so it rubs against his very erect penis.

His fingers trail down my tummy and between my legs, “Ahhh, as I suspected.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his shiny finger. “Your body betrays you.”

I defensively intoned, “What? I always get wet when you touch me. You practically worship me—that is arousing! I don’t care who you are…”

I poked his chest and giggled and again ground against his hardness. “You, mister, have a way of turning me on.”

His hand dove between my legs again and he stroked my wet folds, “I do worship you. You are my glowing Madonna. My child is growing inside you. You are lush with my seed.”

He flicked his hips and prodded me, “I want you always, Jules.”

I dramatically exhaled and made a joke, “I think all the sex is good for your back. That was a pretty dexterous hip roll big guy.” His hearty guffaw, followed by another jab, made me laugh, too. Then I got serious.

“Amir, I don’t know how I existed before you. Something about the way you love me gives me wings.”

His expression was hard to read, but it was entirely serious, “The same for me—you are my air—my heart—my reason.”

I melted even more and quivered on top of him. He slid his finger into my entrance and my internal muscles pulsed and began to hum. I gasped.

“Again? Now? It’s only been a couple hours.” His only response was to grip my hips and lewdly rub himself against me.

I was about to straddle him when there was a knock on the door. He grumbled and I saw him considering what to do. Omar said something through the door that I miss. Amir cleared his throat and gave me a weary expression.

“Sorry, love. Just a moment.” He shouted something in Arabic towards the door.

I heard Omar chuckle. It’s not like him and Anna were any better, so I know he understands. I slid away from Amir and pulled down my dress. When I opened the door and let the grinning Omar enter, he chuckled.

“Indeed, my friend. I see your therapy is moving along nicely.”

I excused myself as Omar took a seat at the round mahogany table. “Matters of government, I fear. Can I borrow your ear for a few?” Amir agreed and I blew him a kiss on my way out.

***

I wandered around in this incredible penthouse that Anna referred to as the palace in the clouds, and I eventually found her out by the pool. We started up a game of chess and fell into a comfortable silence as we both think. I knew she loved it out here, with the clouds and sky so close, and I commented on how nice it was to be in air conditioning. Anna likes the heat and the sun, me not as much. Maybe it was my fair complexion, but I’d always tended to avoid a lot of sunlight.

Absently she asked, “Have you started on the supplements I got you?”

I nodded apprehensively. “Yeah, but I’m still throwing them up as often as I keep them down.”

She looked concerned.

“I wonder why you’re still sick so much. It’s supposed get better after the first trimester. I noticed a total turn around right at the three month mark. Now I can’t get enough into my mouth.” She giggled and patted her stomach. “I’m turning into a whale!”

I shrugged. At length I offered, “It’s amazing how radiant you are.”