The Prince’s Unwilling Lover(29)

The Botros Brothers Series

The Sheik’s Accidental Pregnancy (Excerpt Below!)

The Sheik’s Defiant Girlfriend

The Sheikh's Demanding Fiancée

The Fedosov Family Series

The Russian's Stubborn Lover (Excerpt Below!)

The Russian’s Bold American

The Russian’s Secret Child





Excerpt from ‘The Sheikh's Demanding Fiancée’ (The Botros Brothers Series)



"Amir, we are going to be late," Soraya whispered against his mouth. He groaned in response and pressed a small kiss on her neck. Soraya sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes. He trailed kisses from her neck down to her chest. He caressed her back as his hands continued their languid caress around her hips before he cupped her bottom. He loved how firm it was. He slipped his hand under her dress and caressed her thighs.

"Okay... we... really..." Soraya was struggling to string a sentence together. Pushing him away, she jumped up from the sofa and cleared her throat. She blinked a few times before she said anything. Amir was still sitting on the sofa looking at her with so much desire in his eyes. "We have to go," Soraya finally managed to say.

"Do we?" Amir asked as he got up from the sofa and walked towards her.

"Yes," she said and ran out of the room. Amir laughed. He was pleased he could affect her so much. Not long ago, it was difficult to get a simple smile out of her. He straightened his tie and slipped his suit jacket back on.

Moments later, Soraya re-entered the room. She had adjusted her makeup and managed to put herself back together. They had to be at Fiddah's charity fundraiser dinner party and were already running late. By the time they arrived, everyone was already seated inside. They joined Sara and Tariq at their table. Amir kissed Sara on both cheeks before he took Leylah in his arms. Her face lit up when Amir picked her up. He kissed her and she laughed in response.

"You guys are so late," Sara pointed out.

"Blame him," Soraya said. Amir raised an eyebrow at her. Sara laughed.

"She just threw you under the bus," Sara said.

Malik joined them at the table. He greeted everyone before he pulled out his chair and sat down. He pinched Leylah's rosy cheeks. Turning his attention to Amir and Soraya, "Why so late?" he asked.

"Traffic," Amir said.

The waiters served the starters. Sara frowned and pushed her bowl of soup away. Tariq held her arm gently and asked her if she was okay. "Smells awful!" she complained. Tariq laughed softly and asked the waiter to remove both their bowls.

"And the pregnant journey begins once again," Amir said as he smiled at Sara. He enjoyed teasing her over how soon she became pregnant after having Leylah. Seemed like her and Tariq could not take a break from each other. Sara rolled her eyes. Some moments were not so pretty about being pregnant. She was not looking forward to it at all. Then there was her supercharged sex drive. It was ridiculous how she was easily aroused when she was pregnant. That was Tariq's favourite part. He liked seeing her in that state and begging for attention.

"How are you coping so far?" Soraya asked Sara.

"Morning sickness is already screwing me over," Sara complained. She sighed and reached for her glass and drank from it. Malik gave her a sympathetic look and rubbed her hand.

Halfway through dinner, Fiddah made a speech to thank all the donors. They had managed to raise a lot of money. She also informed them about future charity events. She delivered the speech with such poise and elegance. Everyone clapped their hands after her speech.

Music filled the room and people started dancing. Sara got up to make her third trip to the bathroom within the hour. Tariq rubbed her back before she left. He turned his attention to Amir who was still holding Leylah.

"I'll take her, you and Soraya go dance," Tariq said to Amir. Amir looked at him wondering what he was up to. "Ley," Tariq called out. She turned her head in his direction and smiled as she stretched out her arms toward him. He took her from Amir and kissed her. She smiled and touched his face.

"She's so adorable," Soraya said as she smiled.

"We can have an adorable one too," Amir said and winked at her. Malik and Soraya both frowned at him.

"Slow down," Malik said. Tariq couldn't help but laugh. His brother's humour wasn't always warranted. Amir simply smiled and held out his hand to Soraya.

"May I have this dance?" he asked her. She did not respond right away. She looked up, as if she was thinking about it. Amir kissed her on the cheek. "She always makes me work for it," he said before he helped her to her feet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Soraya said.

"As if you don't want to dance."