Sheikh's Fake Fiancee

“But you don’t have to give that to me. I’m already yours for now,” she said, sighing a bit when she mentioned that last part.

With his free hand, he reached out and touched her arm. “I love you. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known, and I know you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever dated. You should be proud of your body. It’s the one that a royal craves.”

She blushed, and for a moment, it was impossible to swallow. That lump in her throat like a wad of cotton shoved down there and hard to maneuver around. Finally, it seemed to go down even as she eased into their massive tub as well.

“Thank you.”

He smirked at her, even as he began to suckle her right breast. His tongue flicked against her nipple, teasing and tempting it until it pebbled into a rigid peak. Then his hand slid low, under the water, and teased her thighs apart. Bahan’s hands tickled her most sensitive lips and she angled her legs wider, let her lover have greater access to her womanhood.

Bahan took full advantage of it, letting two fingers slip inside of her, even as his thumb pressed against her most sensitive nub. He pressed against her and started to rub it in semicircles, and already she felt the stars seem to blast behind her eyelids.

“You’re the most amazing woman,” he said, lifting his neck up and then staring eye to eye with her.

Those damn amber eyes again. She could never resist them. If he stared at her much longer, then she’d feel pulled into his orbit and would beg for anything that he was willing to give her, but she couldn’t do that. She had to resist, had to stay herself. Deep down, as much as she wanted to fully give herself to him, she was terrified that Bahan would end up being a rock that she broke herself against, and that was something that she couldn’t allow.

Running a hand through his soaked hair, she kissed his mouth, then kissed her way down the stubble of his chin. Scraping her teeth along his jaw, she then playfully bit his lower lip. She reveled in the animal moans that escaped his throat. There was something heady in knowing that she’d made a sheikh—someone so powerful—revert to basically keening.

Pulling back to speak, she looked back into his beautiful eyes and gave him what truth she could. “Thank you, and you’re an amazing man.”

“I love you.”

“I care about you so, so much,” she offered, trying to ignore the way he stiffened just a bit. It was all she could give and still feel safe. And Jennifer believed in staying safe.

“Then let me show it to you,” he promised, removing his hand. Then she felt the head of his manhood poking up against her channel, stroking her most secret lips. “I can make you feel so amazing, wild one. You’ll have no idea what hit you.”

“Then show me, please,” she said, craning her neck so that she could pull his earlobe into her mouth. She bit it gently, letting it scrape between her teeth.

He seemed to almost growl, a low rumble that she felt in his chest, and then he thrust deeply inside of her in one fluid motion. She mewled at the sensation of him, the way his generous girth filled her, stretching her and making her feel complete in a way that she never had before. This was their first time fully making love, and she had never felt more connected to another human being. She’d never even imagined that she could be.

He rocked his hips against her, and she slammed her eyes shut, letting the pleasure build through her. Floating in the water, gravity was an afterthought, and it felt as if her husband couldn’t possibly dive more deeply into her, but he did. With every thrust, his manhood plunged deeply inside of her core, and she wished wholly that he’d come soon and shoot his seed inside of her.

Jennifer kept her eyes closed as she continued to kiss him, her own ministrations making their way down his throat and then laving at his pulse point. Eventually she began to lick his chest, enjoying the well-chiseled muscles there, and then his nipple, flicking her tongue against it. Even as she did this, the thundering of his hips became more frantic and she bounced in the water in order to match his fast rhythm.

Just as she hoped, he came first, and her body was filled with his warmth. As she leaned her head back, Jennifer let out a long, loud moan. Then she felt it, the pleasure crescendo in her own body.

When she finally felt somewhat collected, she found that she’d sagged onto his chest and both of them were still lying in the tub, bobbing up and down with the capriciousness of the Jacuzzi’s jets.

“See,” he said, running a hand through her blond hair. “I told you I loved you. I’ve shown you. I hope so much that the lock on the bridge leads to so many more things. You have no idea how much, my wild one…my beloved.”

“I know,” she said, feeling like a heel that she couldn’t commit, like she was somehow insane even though it was far more irrational to agree to forever when they’d barely known each other a month. Still, the words he wanted were too hard to say, so she again offered what little solace she could. “I care about you, and I’m so very grateful. Bahan, you make me feel like no man ever could.”

“At least that’s something,” he said, but his voice was not as happy and carefree as before. There was a heaviness there that tore into her heart like daggers because she knew that she had done that to him.

“I think so.”

And it just has to do for now.

***

He was lying in perfect bliss. That was the only phrase to describe how he felt with the woman he loved and cared about wrapped in his arms. Last night had been a revelation of lovemaking, more than just once in the Jacuzzi, and Bahan wasn’t shocked that Jennifer was still sleeping away in his grasp. He would have been too, except he’d long ago trained himself to be up with the sun. The curtains on their window had been left open and the minute the first rays came through the glass, his eyes were open. Still, he felt that he could stay here forever with her, just taking in the scent of freesias and burying his nose in her long, golden locks.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He sighed a bit then, even as he forced himself to move out from around her. It wasn’t an easy task, and he had to wonder if the girl he loved was also part octopus. It definitely seemed as if she had more than one set of arms, possibly four. Finally, though, he was able to disengage himself from her. Yes, he was on his honeymoon and Fareed was very capable of taking care of the business with the emporium’s construction. However, it never hurt to keep abreast of everything in his business. It was only seven here, according to the bedside table, but it would be past noon in New York. Surely he could check his cell phone quickly before Jennifer woke. No, scratch that. Based on her adorable yet light snoring, Bahan judged that he had a lot of time left before his beloved would rise.

He clicked on his phone and was shocked to see that when he dialed his voice-mail inbox, he had over six messages. His heart jumped into his throat. There was no way that Fareed had messed something up so direly over the weekend. It was possible it was father, but his father was a dignitary and he’d caught CNN just last night before their bath. If his father had died, it would have been breaking news across the planet.

There was only one other possibility.