Page 27 of The Sheikh's Defiant Girlfriend

Soraya nodded. “I think I’d like that.”And more of those kisses, too.

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Tariq and Sara left their own wedding reception before it was over. Sara was dying to get out of her shoes and onto Tariq. He too did not want to be at the reception any longer. He wanted to be with his wife. Leylah was having her first night away from home, staying with Fiddah, so they would be by themselves for the first time in months.

Sara had made it very clear she was not interested in going abroad for their honeymoon. All she wanted was to be alone with her husband. So Tariq decided to take Sara to his vacation home, where he went when he was in search of some peace and quiet. Tariq knew she would love the house. They slid into their limousine, and thirty minutes later, the driver pulled up at a modern house surrounded by palms. Tariq loved its many windows that looked out across the desert. Each one was sheltered from the sun by the extended roof and automatic tinting. They could see out, but the sun wouldn’t turn the house into an oven.

Tariq carried Sara across the threshold.

“You look ravishing, Mrs. Botros,” he said. She had her arms around his neck as she smiled at him.

“And so do you, Mr. Botros,” Sara replied. “Good enough to eat,” she said in her best sultry tone.

Tariq put Sara on her feet. “Would you like a tour of the house?”

Smiling coyly, Sara replied, “Maybe tomorrow. There is something more important I would rather be doing. Now.”

Stepping toward her, he slowly undressed her as she watched him. Each caress of his hand across her skin made her sigh. After he removed her dress, he stepped back to admire her. Clothed in a lace bra, matching panties, garter, and stockings, she was a vision. He quickly removed his own clothes before he closed the distance between them and picked her up to carry her to bed. Lying next to her, he continued to caress her skin.

“Your skin is so soft.” Tariq took his time kissing every inch of her. He caressed her and traced circles on her belly. Even though Tariq had made love to her many times before, this time was different. There was something more intimate and passionate about making love to her as her husband. It felt right.

Cupping the side of his face, she rubbed her fingers on his goatee. “This is interesting,” she told him as she continued to stroke it. Tariq took her hand in his and kissed the palm.

“It is my secret weapon,” he told her with a grin. Raising her eyebrows, she gave him a quizzical look as he leaned down to rub his chin against her belly. Sara gasped in surprise. The sensation from his hair on her skin gave her goose bumps. Chuckling, he continued to kiss down her belly. Pausing at her panty line, he reached his hands up to cup her hips before he hooked the waistband and drew her panties down her legs.

Tariq tossed them to the floor and looked at his wife.His wife.He still couldn’t believe it. Placing one leg on each shoulder, he alternated between left and right, kissing her stocking-clad skin and slowly working his way back up her body. As he rubbed his chin against her legs, Sara began to squirm. The mix of sensations was doing things to her insides. She could feel herself quickly growing wet, and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

When he reached her center, he continued to watch her, but her eyelids had fluttered closed.

“Look at me. I want to see all your passion. Don’t hide it from me,” he told her and dipped his head between her legs. Sara opened her eyes and watched him kiss the inside of her thighs. He gave a rumble of appreciation when he saw that she was completely shaved. Not breaking eye contact, he placed a kiss on her mound. Sara gasped and arched her back.

“I want to taste you,” he said simply before he buried his face between her thighs. The friction from his goatee along her most sensitive folds was too much for her. She arched her hips toward him, as though seeking more as his mouth found her swollen clit and began sucking on it. Almost as soon as he started, Sara cried out his name, an orgasm washing through her. Sucking harder, Tariq lapped up her cream. She tasted as good as she smelled, and he continued to enjoy her. Lifting her hips higher, he inserted two fingers between her drenched folds and quickly found her most sensitive spot. As he massaged the area with his fingers, Sara cried out again as another orgasm washed over her.

Before she could recover, Tariq smoothly entered her. The sensitivity of her skin as he plunged in and out of her put Sara in a constant state of release as each orgasm flowed into the next. Her scream of pleasure echoed through the house, followed by his own cry as they spasmed against each other in joint climax.

* * *

The following morning, Tariq actually made breakfast. Sara smiled as she stood in the kitchen doorway. She was wearing one of his shirts, but nothing else. Tariq was not having an easy time cooking. He was standing far away from the stove to avoid being burnt. Sara walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him on the back.

“Morning,habibti,” Tariq said and turned his head to kiss her. Sara stood on her toes to kiss him back.

“Hi,” she said and smiled. She hugged him tighter. “I never thought I’d see you cooking,” she said.

“You make me do odd things,” he grumbled, and Sara giggled.

Sara sat at the table, and a few minutes later, Tariq brought her a plate of scrambled eggs, pita, and a selection of pastries. Sara smiled and thanked him.

“You can thank me later,” Tariq said and winked.

13

Sara returned to the Botros Oil Company as the newest member of the board. She felt like a new woman after her honeymoon. The house they’d stayed in was beautiful, and she couldn’t wait to go back. It had stone floors with intricate patterns and high ceilings. There was a large swimming pool outside, where she enjoyed swimming naked with Tariq.

“Good morning, Mrs. Botros,” Adiva greeted Sara as she walked into the reception area.

“Hi, Adiva,” Sara replied.

“Congratulations on your marriage.”

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