SHEIKH'S SURPRISE BABY: A Sheikh Romance (6 page)

“Just because you build drones doesn’t mean you can race them.”

“Just because you play with them doesn’t mean you’re the best, Ravi.”

In the end, the builder proved to be the winner.

“Yes!” Sasha whipped her arm up in the air, her fist clenched in triumph. “I won—handily.”

“That may be a slight exaggeration.” Ravi put his hands on his hip and shook his head.

“You lost handily, too. No exaggeration.”

“It was only five seconds.”

“Is that not an eternity in the world of drone racing?” Sasha knew she had him there and he would have had no idea that she knew about those things. But of course she did, she knew all things drone related.

“Don’t gloat.”

“Why? It’s so fun. You can’t make me stop.”

“Ah, but I can.”

Ravi went up to her and kissed her, showing that he could, indeed, make her stop talking immediately—with words, anyway. Her response did all the talking it needed to do. She’d had enough, and was ready to burst.

“Let’s go get this dinner over with,” she said. She left no room for interpretation in her voice.

“I’ll eat so fast I can’t even enjoy it.”

“Why get filled up on the meal when you are eager for dessert, right?”

“I like the way you think, Ms. Mason.”

“If you could read what was on my mind right now, you might just blush, Sheikh Kapoor.”

“Try me.”

“No, or I might blush.” And then she did, so taken away by the seductive and playful tone that they’d set up. The night had suddenly become one of expectations and urgency, which took away from the spontaneity, she supposed, but it actually worked well with how she worked best. She liked to be organized, it allowed her inhibitions to lower just a bit, so while it was an unsexy word when it came to intimacy, the skill, itself, boded well for evenings such as the one that was now promised.

***

“Thank you all for the wonderful meal,” Ravi said, nodding to the table of people from Mason Technologies and standing up, “but now I must take your boss with me, for we have a meeting.”

“A meeting? What?” Bev asked, genuinely clueless about what was going on.

Sasha had done her best to show no indicators of what she had planned, but Ravi’s words sounded like double talk, at least to her. Were they or was she reading intimacy into every action he did? Even the way he’d taken a bite of his salmon at dinner had drawn her in. She was as giddy as a teenager on her first date with the boy she had crushed on for a year.

“Yes,” Sasha said, “just to go over some of the information from the…um…day. Ravi may be starting his own drone company.”

“Will it be long or short?” Bev asked.

Now Ravi answered. “Long, very long.”

Sasha giggled and Bev looked at her strangely. Then recognition flickered in her eyes and they grew wide and she nodded her head, grabbing the small swizzle stick from her empty martini glass and said, “Well, I hope it’s a productive meeting.”

Before anything else could be said, or anyone could see the heat rising off of Sasha’s body, she turned and walked away, Ravi right behind her, not touching her but definitely having a presence that she could sense.

“A long meeting,” Sasha said after they were out of the large room.

“Perhaps. Or maybe there will be several shorter meetings.”

“Can you back that up?” She smiled and wanted to touch him, but remained reserved since they were in the lobby.

“I don’t have letters of reference if that’s what you’re asking. You’ll just have to trust me.”

Sasha swatted his arm a bit and shook her head. She loved how he talked like a machine and was eager to see just how much of a machine he was.

They fell into silence as they waited for the elevator, which seemed to be taking an eternity. Stealing glances at each other occasionally. Finally, the door opened and two men stepped out, both familiar to Sasha, as one was a director at the FFA and the other a government contractor.

“Good evening,” they said, looking at Sasha and then curiously glancing toward Ravi.

“Gentlemen,” she said. Nothing was going to make her miss that elevator for anything.

They got into the elevator and when the elevator door closed, Ravi grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. “Your hand fits nicely in mine.”

“Indeed.” She liked the thought of that and when she looked straight ahead, she saw the reflection of the two of them holding hands in the polished metal of the elevator. She liked the way it looked, somewhat abstract but still clear enough that you got a good look.

Just as they had locked glances several times before, they did in the steel of the elevator. The tension was building and the anticipation was evident in the air between them.

Up to the top floor they went.

And into the penthouse.

***

One door closed, separating them from the rest of the world was all it took. They were free to act out their fantasies and they wasted no time starting. The teasing and courting and tempting had taken place all day, if not in all their other encounters to some extent. Each one was eager to claim what they envisioned the moment would be.

Ravi took Sasha’s hand and guided her through the next door, which lead into the bedroom. He turned no light on. It was not necessary, because the light of a full silver moon shone in through the arched window, casting shadows that flickered in anticipation and enough light to see every detail, down to a goose bump on the other’s arm.

When Ravi turned to look at Sasha he saw this wild look in her eyes, filled with desire and impatience. He dropped her hand, eager to wrap his arms around her slender waistline and she was busy beginning to release the buttons of her blouse, leaving her creamy smooth complexion glowing in the moonlight, revealing its perfection.

His hands slowly pulled out the hem of her blouse from the skirt she’d been wearing and he released the buttons at the bottom, slowly working his way upward until their hands met, just below her cleavage.

The way his fingers grazed her stomach made her feel so alive and she couldn’t believe this was happening. The anticipation was unbearable, her patience had reached its end. She just wanted to see all of him and appreciate every detail of his handsome self.

As Ravi’s hands made their way to her shoulders and he slowly removed her blouse, he felt every inch of her skin as it slid down her arms. So soft and tender, yet strong and reliant, too. How he wanted to please her like she’d never been pleased before, showing her that she was the one and only object of his affections at that moment, the lone light in a pitch black corridor. His lips gravitated toward her shoulders and kissed them softly. He heard her gasp and a soft smile formed on his face. It was an affirmation that everything they were doing was perfection.

Before long, there she stood, in her black lace bra and matching high cut panties, her limbs accentuated by the black pumps on her feet. Ravi reached forward, wanting to release the front clasp of her bra and see her beautiful curves. but her hand slowly rose and stopped him.

“My turn,” she commanded. Sasha’s hand went up to the tie that Ravi wore and slowly loosened it, releasing the buttons on his collar that secured it and then sliding it over his head and tossing it on the floor on top of the pile of her clothes that had landed there. She guided him to take two steps back so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and then she knelt down before him, unbuttoning his shirt now and kissing every bit of his chest that was exposed from each freed button. The way he responded to her kiss pleased her and she felt these sparks inside of her that were growing fiercer, ready to ignite her to the point where she caught fire. Intense and intriguing.

With his shirt off, she caressed her fingers up and down his firm pecs and stomach, enjoying the ripple of his muscles and how they responded to her touch. She leaned in and her lips began to softly stroke his treasure trail, her tongue darting out and teasing him just above his belt line. His hips involuntarily thrust forward and his arm muscles tensed to brace himself for the unexpected.

“Oh Sasha,” he whispered softly, his voice replacing the sound of quickening breaths.

She looked up at him from where she was and slowly put her finger into her mouth, teasing him seductively and suddenly feeling playful again. His smile and the evident increased level of arousal in his pants was confirmation that she had an impact.

Her hands went to his belt buckle and she slowly unlatched it and slid it out from the belt loops, tossing it aside and then she unbuttoned his dress pants and slowly slid down the zipper, only the cotton of his boxers now between him and complete freedom.

“Lift up your hips.”

He listened to her command, his eyes cast down on her.

With all his clothing removed, Ravi was eager to see the beauty that existed underneath the lace that still covered her. He swept his arm around Sasha’s waistline and pulled her up and then onto him. His lips crashed with hers and the aggressive way he was feeling inside came out in his kiss. With his tongue in her mouth firmly, he enjoyed her moans immensely and the way she was barely able to whisper his name.

Then he flipped her over, leaving her lying on her back. His body was pressed against hers, his arousal against her thigh. He looked down and saw her pumps still on and slid down to the edge of the bed. He slowly bent one leg, caressing it as he made his way down to the shoe and gently took it off, tossing it aside. Then he did the same thing with the other shoe. But that wasn’t enough. There was more.

His fingers began to play with the edge of her lace panties, trailing along their edge on her backside. He slowly rolled her over and then his lips began to kiss her stomach, just as she had kissed his. She began to move her hips in response to the touch and that excited him even more. Slowly sliding her panties off, he was captivated by what he saw. Warm and inviting.

He began nibbling on her inner thighs softly, following up the teasing bites by tender kisses and kept going until she was begging for more. Only it wasn’t time for what she wanted—yet. There was still that other piece of clothing in the way and the unexplored curves that lied beneath it.

As Ravi made his way up to her breasts, Sasha felt like his touch alone had brought her near orgasm. He’d managed to create a party of all her senses and they were on overdrive, dancing and moving to the beat and feeling the giddy intoxication that comes with complete lust for another individual.

His fingers were adept at releasing the latch and she breathed in when her flesh met the air. Ravi’s lips soon followed and he was kissing her breasts, nibbling and then sucking, fondling and then caressing—so many things, all coming so naturally and uncalculated. It was all just happening, and she was beside herself.

Her hand made her way down and she wrapped it around his aroused member, moving it up and down slowly, her hips now matching that rhythm, as if he had already entered her. She knew he’d had enough when he looked at her, desperation in his eyes, and pleaded. “May I take you?”

She could only nod…and then wait. The few seconds it took felt like an eternity, like a portal had been opened up and time was limited.

But when he slid into her, she did ignite and the way it felt to finally experience him in her truly connected her to his soul, making her feel everything he might feel.

Tingling nerves.

Urgent desires.

Endless energy to drive forward.

Complete delight in the response of another.

It was a merger of the physical being with the heart and soul.

From Sasha’s perspective, she was experiencing perfection for the first time.

Ravi bit his lip as he moved back and forth in Sasha, enveloped by her warmth and eagerness. Her face was so expressive, showing that she had released everything and exposed who she truly was to him at that moment. It was beautiful, just as beautiful as her and he was very aware that the connection he was feeling with her went beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. But he wasn’t scared; he was driven by it and that understanding became his motor as he kept going. Harder. Harder. Harder.

Her hands were on his back and she was squeezing her fingertips into him as her head arched back and her eyes closed, absorbing the sensations of the moment. She knew that she was about to arrive at a place that she hadn’t been in a long time—never to the extent she was currently at, really. As the thought left her, an appreciative moan followed. “Ravi, oh…”

Seeing the way she looked when the pinnacle of satisfaction had come, he slowed down, not wanting to miss a single reaction, and not wanting to surrender himself right after. He was greedy and he wanted more. Sasha’s sounds pleased him. Her body’s movements delighted him. Her desire for him compelled him. So he kept going, finally quickening up again, and again, she responded with the joyful zealous of someone who’d been deprived for way too long.

And that’s when it happened. Together, they climbed the summit and shouted out in triumph, not caring who may hear or if it echoed across the entire world. It was their moment and they claimed it.

Their bodies then froze, neither one willing itself to move. All that could be heard was the sounds of rapid breathing. This time when their eyes met, looks of shock, awe, and acknowledgement that what they’d felt was more than just sex, it had been an intensely intimate connection. Now, they were both caught off guard, clearly, but neither one wanted to run.

Ravi rolled off of Sasha and went to his side, wrapping his arm around her waistline and making sure she was as close to him as she could be.

“Wow,” she finally said. Afterwards she laughed. Highly inadequate words. But what words could describe what she’d just experienced? Mind blowing, maybe.

“Ati sundar.” He murmured these words and his one hand grabbed a tendril of her hair and he wrapped it around his finger.

“What does that mean?”

“Exquisite.”

“Hmm, that definitely sounds more poetic than wow.” A soft chuckle escaped from her full lips.

He leaned over to kiss her parted lips, choosing to nibble on them softly. “Thank you.”