Page 32 of Sheikh's Accidental Pregnancy

She rolled her eyes. She pushed his chair away from his desk and straddled his lap. She held his face close to hers, and he raised his eyebrows.

“I feel…charged…with hormones. I don’t know, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t even get you out of my head when I’m asleep. You’re always there.”

Tariq smiled. He slid his hands under her ass and stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against it.

“Why is it that you can make me feel so small?” she asked and sighed.

“Because you are small. All the better for me to carry you to bed, my dear.”

She nibbled his neck as he carried her out of his study and across the hall to his bedroom.

He sat her on his bed and removed her T-shirt, happy to see she had nothing on underneath. He trailed kisses from her inner thigh all the way to her collarbone. She moaned at every kiss. He smiled. He liked to see her happy, though he’d never admit it to anyone. Not even Sara. He wasn’t sure he understood it himself, but he was glad of it.

He stood and, under her watchful eye, made short work of his own clothes before joining her back on the bed. Lying snugly against her, skin to skin, he traced his fingers along her body. He didn’t think she could become any more beautiful. Her breasts overflowed his hands perfectly, and her belly swelled with the life she nurtured there.

He still couldn’t believe his child was growing inside her. Cupping the side of her face, he smiled at her before he bent to kiss her. His hand slowly made its way down to her mound to find she was indeed wet and ready for him. He was so pleased that she continued to shave. While she refused to talk about it, he was certain she did it for him. And he knew she enjoyed the sensations that came with a shaved pussy. His finger slid into her easily, and he slowly began to pump in and out.

Sara sighed in near relief. “How do you always know what I need?” she asked. She flexed her hips in time to Tariq’s hand and tugged him toward her.

“And what do you need right now?”

“Your cock inside me.”

Tariq chuckled and rolled on top of her. Count on Sara to get straight to the point. He entered her swiftly, and she cried out. His erection pulsed and grew even as he moved inside her. He would never tire of the feel of her around him, and he had to hope she would never tire of him.

As his orgasm grew close, he reached down to finger her clit. She grunted and went wild against his hand. As she arched up, she clamped down hard upon his cock. The pleasure in her face made him burn with happiness, and he exploded inside her. Three, four quick thrusts, and he buried himself deep inside her. He held himself there and wished he could stay there forever.

Tariq woke the next morning to find Sara sleeping in his arms. The memories of last night’s lovemaking rushed back. He had never seen her so hungry for him before, and he’d been more than happy to accommodate her multiple times throughout the night. She was sleeping so soundly next to him that he took the opportunity to study her. Her nose had a little upturn he’d never noticed before, and her once-fair skin was now tanned by the sun. He wondered why it had taken him so long to appreciate how beautiful she was.

“Roses,” Sara said.

“What?” Tariq answered.

“Me…no…” She was not making sense.

“You do not like roses?”

“Clematis,” she said and smiled.

Tariq laughed when he realized she was talking in her sleep. It was adorable. Along with her nose, beautiful skin color, luscious lips, firm bottom, her soft and supple breasts. Her ridiculous stubbornness. Tariq jumped out of bed. It didn’t matter what he liked about her. She didn’t like him and would not even be speaking to him if he hadn’t made her move in with him. He retreated to the shower.

By the time he came out, Sara was gone. He dressed and headed to the kitchen. She was just putting scrambled eggs, bacon, and an almond pastry onto a plate. She had cooked for him. She still couldn’t eat eggs in the morning, much to her frustration.

“Don’t expect this every morning,” she said as she set his plate down and walked out of the kitchen.

“It’s probably poisoned!” he called after her. He sat down and smiled at the food.

Cooking breakfast for him was becoming a habit. He didn’t know what had changed. It was disconcerting, her being nice to him. He didn’t try to stop her, didn’t question her about it. She would feed him both in the dining room and in the bedroom. She blamed everything on hormones, but this was more than that.

They were learning to live together.

Sort of. They still fought. Over work, over her activities, over her eating too little or too much, over whether the sky was blue or turquoise. And when they learned that the baby was a girl, they started arguing over baby names. They could not make simple decisions together. Tariq did not understand himself or her. They were both so stubborn, so dedicated to controlling anything they could, but he loved arguing with her.

People who always agreed with him were boring. He suspected he could only love someone with a fighting spirit like Sara’s.

In the end, Fiddah suggested the only name they could agree on: Leylah.

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