The Sheikh's Secret Princess (The Quabeca Sheiks 3)

“Because we were all taken by surprise. Seems like there is a heart in there,” Tiana placed her hand on his chest. Basil grunted in response. Tiana took his arm and led him to the dance floor. Since she could not dance with the King, she went for the second best man in the room.

The queen was talking to the king of Al-Badry who was a dear friend to the royal family. From the corner of her eye, she saw Tiana dancing with Basil and she wondered what she was up to now. It seemed like she always had something up her sleeve. Moments later, the King joined them. He stood next to the queen and placed his hand on the small of her back touching her gently as he conversed with the king of Al-Badry.

As the evening drew to a close, the King bid farewell to the guests. He wanted to retire to his quarters alone but Tiana would not let him. He had danced with Saja and the queen but not her and she wanted her time with him. The King sighed and allowed her to retire with him, as he could not convince her otherwise. She could be so stubborn at times, that it was often easier to give in to avoid a fight.

Basil and Saja retired to their quarters. They were returning to their own home the next day after residing at the palace for a month while Saja recuperated. “Relief,” Saja cried out when she took her shoes off and threw herself on the bed. Her feet had been killing her. Being in heels and on her feet for hours was not easy.

“There will be more of these events in the future,” Basil warned her. He loosened his bowtie and took it off before unbuttoning his shirt.

“I know,” Saja groaned in complaint. “When you're done, come take mine off too,” she was too tired to get up and undress herself. Basil turned to look at her to see if that was a sexual invite. It was usually hard to tell, as Saja was bad at seduction. He saw her lying on the bed facing upwards. It definitely was not an invite. He shook his head.

“You are so lazy,” he commented as he took off his trousers. Saja laughed in response. She was indeed. Basil got into bed after undressing himself. “Switch the lights off when you're done.”

Saja jerked her head up and opened her mouth. “You are seriously not going to undress me?”

“No. Goodnight.”

“Oh, Basil! That is not fair.” Saja reluctantly sat up and started removing her dress. Basil smiled to himself as he watched his wife undress. As she sat back down on the bed, he snaked an arm out and wrapped it around her waist, dragging her onto the bed. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Saja squealed in indignation. Pinning her beneath him, he pulled her arms over her head as she snorted. Her indignation quickly shifted to moans as Basil began nuzzling her neck.

Basil cupped one breast as he kissed along her collarbone. Blazing a path down her chest, he lavished attention on her nipples as he gently massaged each breast. Saja melted against him as she tugged at her wrists. Releasing them, Basil propped himself up as he kissed and sucked her nipples until she was writhing beneath him. Sliding slowly down her body, he continued to rain kisses on her until he reached her mound. Rising up on his knees, he lifted her legs to his shoulders as he lightly kissed the inside of her thighs. Saja ran her fingers through his hair as she silently encouraged him to keep going, but Basil had other ideas. Cupping her hips and cheeks, he massaged them as he continued to kiss and lick everywhere but where Saja wanted him.

“Basil,” Saja groaned as she pushed against his head.

Chuckling, “Yes, my love?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Why, whatever do you mean?” he asked as he continued to kiss along her thighs. Blowing lightly on her mound, Saja sucked in a breath.

“Basil…”

“What is it, my sweet?” he asked as he licked higher up her leg. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Saja squirmed beneath him. “Basil, I…you know what I want,” she responded as she tugged on his hair. Moving her hand from his head, he placed it on her leg.

“If you are uncomfortable with the words, point. Where would you like me to kiss you?” Kissing along her thigh, “Here?” As Saja nodded, she slowly moved her hand to point to her other leg. “Here?” At her moan, she pointed to her mound. Kissing her gently, Saja raised her hips to give him more access. “Where, Saja?” he asked as he continued to kiss her lightly.

Tentatively, Saja slid her hand across her mound as Basil watched. With two fingers, she parted her hood exposing her clit, which felt as though it was pulsing against her fingers. “Here, Basil,” she said breathlessly. “Right here.”

“As you wish,” he crooned, before he dipped his head to suck her clit into his mouth. At her cry of pleasure, all thoughts of the game vanished as he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her tightly against his mouth. Saja was caught off guard at his sudden passion and bucked against him as she came. Not allowing her time to come down, he entered her swiftly and began pumping in and out, as Saja convulsed around him milking his cock with each thrust. Groaning loudly, he shortened his thrusts as his own orgasm rolled through him.

Collapsing next to her, he pulled her against him, hugging her tightly. “I love you, my princess,” he murmured as he kissed her neck. Snuggling against him, Saja mumbled her response before falling asleep in his arms.

Chapter 3

It was late afternoon the next day. The maids packed their belongings into the car, readying to return to their home. The King walked out with Saja's arm linked around his. Saja was giving him her words of wisdom before she left. He was to talk to his women and sort out the situation. Avoiding them was never going to solve anything. The King laughed. He knew that she was right. It was about time he produced an heir and silenced both of them. However, he did not want to have a child with either one of them. Their reasons for producing an heir were political and he was not interested in raising a child in that kind of an environment.

He embraced Saja as he bid her farewell. “Be good,” she said to him and walked to the car. The King looked at Basil for support but he shrugged his shoulders. He agreed with his wife. “Stay well, brother,” Basil said to the King.

“I will, travel safely. Bring me nephews and nieces soon,” the King teased. Basil looked at him and raised his eyebrow. They had only been married for a short time.

“Shouldn’t you go first, big brother?” Basil questioned as he got into the car beside Saja. Looking at Saja, he couldn’t help but think that it was not such a bad idea. He was looking forward to having children with Saja. He smiled at the thought of what a great mother she would make.

The King sighed as he headed back into the palace. He slid his hands in his pockets. The day was almost over; there was no point in returning to the office so he decided to go for a walk. He had a feeling either Amira or Tiana would be waiting for him in his quarters. They had already bid their farewell to Saja and Basil earlier and neither had been seen since.

The King headed toward the palace gardens. He always found the gardens so peaceful and calming, particularly when he had much on his mind. He came to a halt when he saw a familiar figure. It was Zara. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. This was the third time in the same week. She was sitting on one of the rocks by the rockery, throwing stones in the pond. She missed most of the time.

“You have bad aim,” came a deep voice from behind Zara. She turned sharply and saw the King standing there with his hands in his pockets. She jumped to her feet and bowed her head. He sat down on one of the rocks and gestured for Zara to sit down next to him. Her eyes widened slightly as she sat down slowly. She had no idea what to think of his sudden interest in her.