Sheikh's Fake Fiancee

She certainly didn’t need to deal with a small-minded jerk like Kahn.

At least they had this weekend, and he would make her feel everything she deserved.

He chuckled. “I take it you’ve never been on a private jet.”

“Well, it’s what I take to Buckingham Palace, of course, to visit the queen, Gov’ner,” she said, dawning a truly terrible accent.

He laughed as he led her back to the private quarters, to the luxury king bed and expensive, high-thread-count sheets that lay beyond the door. “You aren’t British at all, luv. It’s best that you don’t try and pretend otherwise.”

“I wanted to try and mimic you just a bit. ‘Oy,’ and all that,” she said, biting her lower lip and looking up at him coquettishly through her lashes.

“I’m not Cockney and I don’t think the British part is that strong.”

“Just from all those years at Oxford. I think the hint of it makes you that much sexier,” she said, her long blond hair falling in her face. The eyes that evaluated him, that seemed to be cataloguing his every move, were as blue as the Aegean Sea. It made her that much more of a cunning minx than she already was. “I love the way you talk.”

“Why thank you,” he said, shutting the door behind him and stripping off his Oxford shirt. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she saw him shirtless. It was quite the ego booster. “What else do you love about me?”

She grinned and then sat down on the bed. Looking up at him, she licked her lips, just that hint of a pink tongue poking out. Dear Allah, he could imagine all the things she could do to him with that tongue of hers, all the places he’d love to have her taste. Of course, he was a giving lover. There were places on her, so many, that he hadn’t had time to enjoy yet, to lave against. Her nectar was some of the most heavenly ambrosia he’d ever tasted; there was no doubt of that.

Jennifer crossed one sleek leg over another and ran her fingers over her chest. She’d changed from her wedding dress to a light T-shirt and jeans, something comfortable to wear, and he could already see her nipples pebbling under her own touch, pushing against the thin, white fabric of her tee.

“Maybe I love the way you smell. Did you know that? That you smell as spicy as you are, that there’s just the tiniest hint of turmeric about you?”

“Do I?” he asked, setting his hands on her shoulders and kneading them. She mewled under his grasp, even after he undid the tight knots of stress in her back. Even small weddings had their stresses, and it was all the more reason to cater to her all weekend. “I’ve never had anyone tell me that before.”

She moaned a little. “God, you have magic fingers.”

He lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “My wild on

e, I have magical everything else.”

Leaning up from her position on the bed, Jennifer kissed him, her tongue plundering his mouth deeply, tasting every inch of him. When she drew back, she bit at his lower lip, her teeth scraping against the soft flesh there. It was a tantalizing sensation that went straight to his manhood, made it raise firmly to full mast. Oh dear Allah, the things she did to him, the way she drove him mad.

“I think I know what to do for your ‘everything else,’” she said, licking her lips again. He wanted to feel every part of her tonight, to have every inch of her body pressed up against his in an intimate caress.

“Do you?” he asked, reaching down to push her hair back from her face. “What do you have planned tonight, Jennifer?”

His little minx said nothing but reached out and unzipped his pants. Then her hand deftly maneuvered through the hole in his boxers and found his erection. It was already more than hard. She had that effect on him just by her mere presence. Factoring in her eager expression as she sat on the bed and the way she licked those delicate, pink lips…well he was like fucking granite down there.

Her hand started slowly, a bit tentatively. She shouldn’t have. He already knew that he loved whatever she did to him. If his bride were worried that she couldn’t please him, then it was one of the biggest mistakes that Jennifer could make. Her very presence thrilled him. Then she started to quicken her pace and he helped her along a bit, stripping down to his boxers so that she had the best access to him. As much as it pained him, he stepped away long enough to let the boxers fall to his ankles.

It left his erection springing completely free, and he loved the way her eyes grew huge and hungry as she stared at his length.

“My, my,” she cooed. “What a big present you have for me.”

“Indeed I do, my wild one.”

She slipped off the bed and onto her knees, clearly no longer in the mood to settle for just stroking his hardness. Jennifer started by giving his member just a few teasing licks. It was as if electricity was prickling through his skin every time she flicked her tongue against his manhood. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes, even as he grabbed her long, golden locks.

“Yes, baby, please don’t stop,” he said, and then Bahan slid into an incoherent mix of moans, English, and Arabic, his brain no longer caring to differentiate between the two. Not when his goddess’s tongue was such a revelation and the electricity was flowing freely through his body, heightening every sense he had. “Fucking yes!”

Her mouth was wrapped fully around his shaft now, no longer just licking him. Jennifer was giving everything she had to him, sucking him with the right amount of pressure, letting his manhood slide over her tongue and between those soft, pillowy lips of hers. As she did so, her right hand was massaging his testicles, giving him the best damn bit of fellatio he’d ever had.

Finally, when he felt he could hold it in no more, when the prickles and now the current of electricity spiraling through him had increased until he felt like he’d been struck by lightning, Bahan came, shooting his seed deep inside his lover’s mouth. Jennifer swallowed it all up neatly and wiped at the corners of her mouth, her grin belying that she’d enjoyed herself too, taken pleasure in driving his own.

“So, I take it you liked it?” she said, laughing as she settled herself back onto the bed.

“I think you could say that,” he said, stepping into the side bathroom. It was tiny as hell but he was able to clean off a bit. When he slipped into bed beside his wife, he handed her a small towel. She accepted it readily and dabbed at her mouth. “You were excellent.”