The Sheikh’s Christmas Family: Christmas With The Yared Sheikhs Book Two

by North, Leslie

  Yonas dragged a finger up and down her lips, like testing the waters. Then he caught the tight bud of her clit between thumb and forefinger, pinching it just enough that she screamed. Maia clamped a hand over her mouth. Shit. Less than ten minutes in a room alone with this man and she was already waking up the whole house.

  “That was easy,” Yonas mumbled from between her legs. She squeezed her thighs around his head like a rebuke but melted back into the bed when his lips met her pussy. He didn’t mess around. And thank God for it.

  Yonas moaned softly as he pressed his tongue in a rhythmic pattern against her clit. A sigh escaped her, and her fingers found the top of his head, knotting into his thick hair. She could stay here forever. With his head buried between her legs.

  “Mmmm,” he groaned. He took a soft bite of her pussy, which elicited a gasp. He looked up, his face shiny, grinning.

  “You are delicious,” he said and then dove back in.

  She laughed, but the sound faded quickly. He pushed a finger inside of her, then another, swirling them deep. Another moan, louder than she meant. She rolled her lips inward to stop the unintentional noises. But with Yonas between her legs, it might be impossible.

  “God,” she breathed, the rest of her words dissipating as velvety lips took the bud of her clit. He licked and poked and prodded her, the massage with his mouth a dangerous combination with his thick fingers buried inside her and the heat of him consuming her, swallowing her whole.

  “Ohhhh, Yonas,” she hissed, trying to keep her voice low. Warmth gathered low, sending fireworks down her legs. She was so close. She opened her mouth to warn him, but it was too late. Her orgasm ricocheted through her, through the room, turning her into a quivering, gooey mess.

  She clamped her hand over her mouth, distantly aware of some feral-cat noises emanating from her as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. And Yonas didn’t let up, driving her higher and harder into bliss.

  When she regained even an ounce of composure, Yonas was tugging her by the hips, flipping her onto her belly. He stood, shoving his briefs down. His cock sprang free, bobbing heavily in front of him, brown and straining and veiny. Her mouth parted as she looked over her shoulder at it.

  “You’re huge,” she blurted.

  A mischievous grin covered his face as he rummaged in the pocket of his jeans. “Mm-hmmm.”

  A moment later he revealed a condom, tore it open with his teeth, and then rolled it over the monstrosity. She blinked a few times; he must have caught on to her hesitation because he said in a low voice, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

  “I’m sure you’re practiced with the giant love wand,” she cracked, “but it’s been a while for me. So, you know…”

  His jaw flexed, and he gave a short grunt of affirmation. “Oh yes. Understood.”

  He wet his bottom lip as he lowered himself, nudging open her legs. He pressed his warm palms to the backs of her thighs and groaned softly.

  “It’s been a while for me too,” he whispered, dragging the tip of his sheathed cock over the folds of her pussy. A shiver ran through her.

  Just as she was about to joke about “a while” probably being akin to hours for him, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside her. All thoughts disappeared. His moan was gravelly, his eyes fluttering shut.

  He muttered something in Arabic, then pressed himself deeper. She arched her back, legs sliding open further to give him better access. She fisted the comforter beneath her as he inched himself inside. His breath came out in labored puffs at the side of her head.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. His chest was slick against her back. He rolled his hips, finding the last few inches of spaces. His breath came out shuddery, and then he pressed his lips to the top of her ear. “You feel amazing, Maia.”

  There was sincerity in his voice, something that split her open. Whatever last vestige of concern or doubt she’d held onto dissolved in the wake of his words, and she turned herself over to him. Gave him every last inch of her.

  She groaned into the comforter. “I need you to fuck me, Yonas.”

  His hands gripped the tops of her hips. “That’s the plan.”

  “Now.”

  His cock sizzled inside her as he stilled. His chest heaved. “As you wish.”

  He moved against her, sending a warm rush of anticipation through her. And then he drew back, slamming into her with conviction, with certainty, with every ounce of intensity that she was craving. She cried out, her voice muffled in the comforter. He drew back again and then slammed so deep, her entire body jolted forward.

  Yonas gathered her into his arms, hoisting her by the hips so she was half-suspended in the air. She locked her ankles around his sides, bracing for another thrust. Her breasts jiggled as he drilled into her. The world was bright and white behind her eyelids, the entire landscape of her mind shrinking to silence.

  It wasn’t long before the warning prickles of pleasure churned in her core. Yonas’s breath came out more and more ragged; just as she quivered on the brink of another orgasm, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back.

  His sculpted body gleaned with sweat, the look on his face one of a man just a breath away from entirely unraveling. She gritted her teeth, grabbing for his slender hips.

  “Yonas,” she gasped, his name a plea on her lips.

  “I’m close,” he said, urgency in his voice. He slipped himself inside her again, his eyes fluttering shut. A long string of Arabic graced his lips. She didn’t need to know the language to know that it perfectly mirrored the emotion churning inside her. She clamped her legs around his torso, everything about this union hotter than hell. The laser focus of his gaze on her pussy as he fucked her. The slippery sheen coating his abs, the flat plane of his chest, the mounds of his biceps. The dark chest hair that tapered into a line that led straight to his glorious cock.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, grasping for a hold on his muscled body but finding none. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  The orgasm had been burbling in the background since the last one, but the change in position and the added friction against her clit sent her spiraling over the edge. She gritted her teeth, holding in the moan as he rocked into her, relentless and rhythmic. Warmth coated her, the sticky sweet waves of another climax, and a few moments later, Yonas’s belly was jerking and he doubled over, groaning into her hair.

  After the pleasure subsided, he lay there for a bit, stroking the side of her head with his fingertips.

  “Holy…” she began but couldn’t finish the thought. He laughed weakly, rolling onto his side.

  “Exactly.”

  Her eyes drifted shut, even though she wanted to stay awake and cuddle, to talk about what the hell they’d just shared, why on Earth that had felt so good. But tiredness swarmed her, and she fell fast asleep.

  11

  Maia slept hard until daybreak. When the sun had crept past the flimsy curtains of her bedroom, she roused…and then froze.

  Yonas was wrapped around her, his heavy leg thrown over her hips. She blinked a few times, checking and then double checking.

  Yep, this was real. She’d sexed herself into a coma, and now they had to face the music.

  She tried to slip out from beneath his leg without waking him. Her heart thudded in her chest. Why had she slept with him? What if it got awkward? He was technically her employer, for god’s sake. What a stupid idea that had been.

  Oh, but the orgasms…

  She shivered once her feet touched the cool tile of the bedroom floor. It was hard to regret a single thing about last night. God, she’d needed that in a way she hadn’t entirely realized. Now, she was sated but still hungry. Hungry for lots more. Hungry for Yonas.

  She looked back at him, his long, muscly frame sun-kissed in a shaft of morning light. His innocent face in the throes of sleep made something inside her melt. Of course he was a playboy. With looks like that; with a body like his; with moves like his. He could woo the pants
off any woman and then screw her so good she never forgot about him.

  But that won’t happen to you. She fumbled around in the small attached bathroom, splashing water on her face, combing her hair, trying her hardest to snap into some semblance of the put-together, professional woman she once believed herself to be. Not the sex-hungry orgasm slave she now suspected would inhabit her body from here on out.

  Yonas groaned softly, the sheets rustling. She shut the door and peed, then washed up and grabbed for a towel. She wrapped it around her and headed out. Doubt swarmed her. God, this was going to be awkward. Why, why, why didn’t you put clothes on first?

  Yonas smiled up at her with sleepy eyes, one pinched shut. “Morning.”

  “Morning.” She nibbled on her lip, picking up the items strewn around her room. Making it look orderly, as if they hadn’t just stumbled in here and started screwing like teenagers.

  Yonas turned in bed, rubbing at his eyes, yawning boyishly. He assessed her quietly, and then said, “Did you shower?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are you wearing that towel?”

  She froze. In the morning light, her decisions rang stupid, awkward, embarrassing. She had a freaking sheikh in her bedroom. In her friend’s house. While her son slept in the other room. She wasn’t eighteen and sneaking around her parents anymore. She should have some class.

  “I…” she began, “I thought…”

  “Take it off.” He sounded annoyed, rolling onto his side. “You’re hiding that beautiful body.”

  She smirked, but relief shivered through her. Fine. So at least there was that. She let the towel crumple to the floor.

  “Thought you might not want to see it in the light of day,” she murmured, only half joking. He tutted.

  “If you’re going to pretend you aren’t as sexy as you actually are, then you can stop right now.” He shoved the covers off, his soft penis moving gently against his legs as he came her way. “And let’s just cut straight to the chase.” He grabbed the sides of her face, planting a big, sloppy kiss on her lips. “There. Morning breath, out of the way.”

  He walked past her, heading for the bathroom. She watched after him with a silly smile on her face. Now this approach was refreshing.

  “Listen, what are your plans for today?” Yonas asked over the sound of running water.

  “Uh, just working. Which, you know, I’m contracted to do.”

  “Right, right.” He came out of the bathroom, running his hands through damp hair. His dick was framed by neatly trimmed black hair. It was hard not to stare. Even soft, it was the largest one she’d ever seen. “But after?”

  “Uh,” she began, her mind swirling. This whole thing felt surreal. He still wanted to hang out with her? The playboy sheikh wanted a next day? “Nothing?”

  “How about this?” He walked over to his discarded clothes on the far side of the room, stepping into his boxers. “We go take care of your work for the morning, then I take you and Julian out for a fabulous lunch somewhere secret. A surprise.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  Maia didn’t want to admit how much his eagerness to spend the day with her warmed her. “But just a half day of work?”

  “I’ll be there to help,” Yonas reassured her, stepping into his jeans. He tugged them up, buttoning them deftly, that dark line of hair now leading to his jeans. “And I’ll focus. I swear.”

  She couldn’t fight the grin. He was such a charmer when he wanted to be. And that was dangerous.

  “I guess that sounds fine,” she said. She reached for her bra and panties, sending him a playful look. “May I get dressed now, or does the sheikh demand I stay nude?”

  Lust shimmered across his face, and he pulled her into his arms by the hips. “The sheikh demands just a few more moments with this sexiness.”

  They kissed hungrily, breaking only when Maia pulled away. She pressed her palms to Yonas’s chest.

  “I have to go get Julian up and ready for the day.” She studied the contrast of her pale hands on his dark chest. “I don’t know if he should see you here.”

  “I understand.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll skulk away like the spurned lover.”

  A laugh burst out of her. “Spurned for only a short time. I’ll see you at the palace?”

  “Yes. And put on your surprise pants.” He grinned, nuzzling her neck.

  “Surprise pants?”

  “Yes. The ones you wear prior to a surprise.” He laughed, slipping his arms into his dress shirt. “Obviously.”

  She couldn’t fight the grin as she redressed. There was no doubt about it: Yonas made things fun. And she was happy to get lost in his whirlwind for a little bit.

  As long as it stayed just a little bit.

  * * *

  Yonas fought to hide his grin. He loved the air of suspense for the duration of the car ride. He’d packed Julian and Maia into the palace car after work wrapped up, bringing along just a few sweets so as to not ruin their appetite.

  While he and Maia worked at hyper speed levels over the morning, Yonas also worked to set up the clandestine plans. And now—all would be revealed. Maia cast him a suspicious look.

  “You’ve been grinning at me for twenty minutes.”

  “Nonsense.” He moved his gaze out the window, where trees zoomed past as they headed down the road. The road grew progressively sandier at the edges. “Do you know where we’re going?”

  “Well, I do know we’re going toward a surprise. So, does that count?”

  “Surprise!” Julian shouted, tugging at Maia’s arm.

  “I’ll allow it,” Yonas said, sitting back into the seat. Julian kicked his legs between them, grinning goofily as he watched out the window.

  “You enjoy this too much,” Maia said, looking like she was fighting a smile.

  “You’re probably correct.” Yonas laughed softly. The happiness swirling in his chest wasn’t just because of being able to surprise someone with a nice day. Part of it had to do specifically—and resoundingly—with Maia and her son. If he’d had Shaia in this car—if she’d ever deigned to show up to Maatkare or meet him anywhere in the world—he didn’t think he’d feel half this excited.

  After another few minutes on the winding road, the car drove through a tunnel of bent trees, covering the road like protective arms. And then they burst through the other side, sunlight greeting them again, the enormous jewel of the ocean spread out before them.

  Maia gasped. Julian screeched. “Yay, we’re going to the beach! We can swim!”

  “Is that true?” Maia asked, arching a brow.

  “Of course.” Yonas ruffled Julian’s hair. “I wouldn’t bring a three-year-old to the beach without allowing him a sample of the sea.”

  “Can we build castles?” Julian asked, excitement pitching his voice upward.

  Maia looked at Yonas again.

  “I’ve got that covered too,” Yonas said, leaning down a bit closer to Julian. “We’re going to build the most fabulous castle you’ve ever seen. After lunch, of course.”

  “Oh, thank God.” Maia wilted. “I was hoping the surprise lunch would take precedence. I am wearing the surprise pants, after all.”

  He snickered. He loved that she was so easy to joke with, so easy to be around. Like they could spend the entire week, even the entire month together, and still find things to laugh at on the other side.

  The car wound closer to their destination, a section of trees pushed up against the edge of the beach. Nestled into the flora, Yonas spotted their lunch area: canopies staked back to create a dreamy alcove among the trees, gold and brown carpets along the ground, their lunch table and chairs in place overlooking the sea.

  “Is this…” Maia began, her eyes fastened on the fast-approaching hideaway.

  “Lunch,” Yonas confirmed. Julian wriggled excitedly on the seat between them.

  “I want macaroni and cheese!”

  Maia smiled in a way he’d never seen before, like it came from the purest, deepest pa
rt of her. “We’ll have to see if they have any, buddy.”

  Once the car parked, each step unfurled perfectly and just as he’d arranged: the server led them to their spots behind the long, low table; each one afforded an unbroken view of the glittering water. Some yachts dotted the horizon, the salty tang of the sea reaching them in bursts. Julian sat between them, kicking his legs as he folded the mauve napkin into various shapes.

  “This is beautiful,” Maia whispered. Yonas reached over the back of Julian’s chair, squeezing Maia’s shoulder.

  “I thought you might like it.” He watched as her bright gaze swept over the beach, up to the thick, gnarly palms shading them from the early afternoon sun. “This is one of my favorite spots to come and sit.”

  “Do you always bring the entourage of chefs and caterers?” she asked, winking.

  “Only for special people.” Yonas ruffled Julian’s hair, then sank back into his seat, letting the beach air overwhelm him. The servers arrived a moment later, unfurling the grand lunch feast. A special scallop soup to start, followed by flatbread with a variety of toppings and adornments: falafel bites, tzatziki, a rich assortment of cardamom-infused sauces. For Julian, Yonas had requested a simple pasta dish that resembled macaroni and cheese closely enough to elate the young boy. By the end of lunch, Julian was eager to get into the water.

  “Can we swim now?” He tugged on Maia’s shirt.

  “We need to wait a bit,” she said with the sleepy tone of a satisfied diner. “Let’s give it a half hour, hon.”

  “Until then,” Yonas said, “Shall we build sand castles?”

  Yonas led Julian out onto the sand, Maia trailing behind. He’d requested all the necessary implements to be included with their lunch, so the pails and small plastic shovels were at the ready. As he and Julian horsed around in the sand, scooping long valleys that wound into dense walls of a slowly appearing castle, Maia watched with a grin.

  “Come now, decorator,” Yonas teased. “You should put your special touches on this masterpiece.”