Page 27 of Sheikh's Accidental Pregnancy

She got up, rinsed her mouth, and wiped her face with a towel. “I’m fine,” she said to him and left the bathroom. As she headed toward the stairs, he grabbed her hand and tugged her back to him gently.

“Areyou fine?” he asked.

Her eyes grew watery. “I’m just hungry,” she said.

Tariq’s eyes widened. He knew she loved food, but she had never struck him as a crier, at least not for herself. Maybe if she saw a puppy get hit by a car, but because of hunger?

“Is that why you’re crying?” he asked.

“It’s the hormones,” Sara said. “Just one of the many joys of pregnancy, along with the morning sickness and sensitivity to smells and bloating. And all that is before I even start showing. Please, let me go back upstairs. I’ll be all right in a little while.”

Tariq watched her go, then he went to find his housekeeper. She’d had three children. If anyone knew what Sara was able to eat, it was her.

Fifteen minutes later, Tariq climbed the stairs to her bedroom with a tray of food. He knocked with a single knuckle so he wouldn’t drop anything. Sara’s face immediately brightened. Tariq breathed a sigh of relief and carried the tray to the table in a corner of her room.

“I am going to speak to Amir,” Tariq said.

“About what?” Sara spat out.

“You’re not going back to work.”

“What?” She’d been reaching for the grapes on the tray before he spoke, and now she spun to face him, her face all anger.

“You’re not well enough. And you don’t need your salary if you’re living here.”

She took a step closer to him, and his body thrilled at her proximity, a complete betrayal of his vow to keep his distance.

She put her hands on her hips. “I came here even though I didn’t want to. I let you have that. But you are not making me quit my job. I will not be dependent on you, Tariq. And I will not stay if you insist on being so controlling. I’d rather broil in my old apartment.”

“You are so stubborn. Listen to me.”

Tariq wanted to kiss her. He wanted to coddle her. He wanted to revel in her spirit and her body and her stubbornness. But at the same time, he wanted to show her he was serious. He wanted to discipline her for her disobedience. This woman was going to be the end of him.

In one move, he picked her up and dropped her on the bed. She squeaked as she landed. Before she could roll off, he had her hands above her head and was looming over her. She squirmed but wasn’t actually trying to get away. When her struggles turned to sinuous writhing, her body rubbing against his, he tightened his grip on her wrists, confident that she wanted him closer.

“Stop that,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Tariq, I… You make me feel… Goddamn you.”

He didn’t reply, just continued to stare down at her. When she stilled, he lowered his body over hers, pressing his arousal against her, and she immediately answered him, grinding her center against his hardness. Dipping his head down, he kissed her. Sara moaned, and he released her. She wrapped her legs around him as her hands came around his neck.

He chuckled at how quickly she shifted from defiant to demanding, stubborn to soft. “You want me,” he said softly.

“Hormones,” she mumbled as she nibbled on his chin.

Tariq chuckled again. “I think it’s going to be a very long nine months,” he crooned and licked her ear.

“Well, it’s your own damn fault. Now, keep doing what you were doing,” she demanded.

Quickly removing her camisole, Tariq looked down at her. She was glowing, and her breasts were blossoming, firm and round. He grinned as he cupped them. They were beautiful before, but now they exceeded his fantasies. He flicked both nipples with his thumbs, and she gasped and arched against him. He rolled to her side so he could look at her body better. He continued to play with her nipples, almost absently, as he let his gaze travel down her body. He needed to get those shorts off.

Sara whimpered, and her breathing sped up. “I don’t know why, but they’ve become so sensitive. I swear, even wearing a bra turns me on.” At her confession, Tariq groaned before he leaned over to lick one. Sara continued to squirm and put a hand on the back of his head to hold him there.

He slid his free hand down her body, his fingers brushing over her mound. He paused when he realized that something was different. He sat up and turned his attention from her breasts to her pussy.

Sara grumbled, “Why did you stop?”

Tariq reached for her waistband and pulled her shorts down. A slow smile crept across his face as he confirmed that she had indeed shaved. He leaned down to kiss the top of her mound.

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