The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh Series Book 2)

by Brooke, Jessica

  The Sheikh’s Virgin Mistress

  Part 2 (The Jatar Sheikhs Series #2)

  By: Jessica Brooke

  All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2014 Jessica Brooke

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER ONE

  Omar Khalil grasped Anna around her shoulders and his heart leapt up into his throat. Holding her in his arms, he mumbled in shock. “Goddess.”

  Her chocolate brown eyes lifted and they locked into a frozen moment of connection. The room swirled and slowed around them, and soon, all either of them could hear or feel was the pulse of the other. Omar had known she was at this convention, but he’d not yet looked for her, instead opting to finalize his few meetings and appearances before seeking her out and begging for her to join him in his life.

  But here she was, and the instant hydration to his parched heart was all the proof he needed to confirm his inner knowledge that Anna Potts was indeed his soul mate. As wrong or unfathomable as it seemed, he was certain that this American, this young daughter of his former business partner, was meant to be his future wife and queen when he became the King.

  Anna’s eyes widened again and her pupils narrowed down to pin pricks. He thought she looked dizzy, and then she swayed. She gulped out, “Omar.”

  He tightened his grip and then pulled her up against his body, and within a second, her legs went limp and she would have collapsed to the floor if not for his support. His second in command and personal bodyguard Armand stepped to his side, and together they moved Anna’s limp body to a bench along the wall. Omar sat and pulled her up against his chest. He whispered, “Get the car around to the back, we are leaving.”

  Armand immediately barked orders, in Arabic, to the other men standing at attention. Three peeled away and Armand motioned for a bottle of water. Omar continued to hold Anna and pet at her head. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, cupping her small face. Then he gently kissed her lips and whispered low enough so no-one could hear him, “Anna, I love you. We are meant to be together, you are my queen.”

  Anna moaned and her lashes fluttered open and closed a few times. Concern flooded her expression and she croaked, “Did I pass out?”

  Omar nodded and grinned, petting her again, “Almost my love.”

  “Oh god,” she groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. “I am so sorry.”

  Omar’s chest lifted in a silent chuckle, “Never apologize for being overwhelmed by our connection Anna. What we have is strong, and I too am stunned with how I feel for you.”

  Anna took a few inhales through her nose and let her lids close shut in weariness. She muttered, “You should hate me.”

  Omar shook her shoulders until she opened her eyes to narrow slits, “Anna, it is only money that you lost. That your father mistakenly lost because of his cavalier attitude, because he should have never left you in charge of those transactions. I will never blame you, ever. I would give a kingdom for you, and what we lost back in the fall? That was nothing in comparison to having you in my life. I would pay it ten times over if you would agree to run away with me, be mine; join me in my life. I need you Anna. I’ve never needed another the way I need you.”

  Anna’s quick wit flared in her eyes and she gave him a perplexed expression, “Wow. Have you ever told someone that?”

  Omar shook his head and paused in thought, “No Anna. Never.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  It took me way too long to process what was happening after I crashed into Omar Khalil’s expensively suited body. Much too long to realize I was having a mini panic attack and that I really couldn’t get air into my lungs. My heart ratcheted up behind my sternum until it felt like my ribs would break, and then of course my vision had gone wonky until Omar looked like he was at the end of a long, narrow tunnel.

  I expected him to hate me; I had rejected his request to stay with him, and lost him well over one million dollars. But his look was not one of hate at all; it was adoration. His hands on my shoulders felt as if I was naked and his heat was burning my bare flesh. The rest of my body also fully woke up in the midst of fainting. That harp string I’d felt earlier, that same feeling I had when Omar made love to me, or looked at me, had erupted into a full blown orchestra strumming away inside my belly.

  I must have interpreted his expression all wrong. I must have. It was an impossibility that this God of the desert felt this way about me; it had to be my skewed perceptions. Oh god, why can’t I breathe? Why can’t I feel my legs? And of course, my bottom half reacted obscenely yet again, something it only did when I was with Omar.

  I’d not had sex or even touched myself since the last time the Arabian Prince had touched me, six months ago. It had taken me more than a month to even come out of the depression I’d sunk down into after being fired by my father for losing Mr. Khalid well over a million dollars in a commodity exchange I’d forgotten to finalize. Being dismissed, and then ignored by my father had paled in comparison to the void of despair I’d felt at losing Omar. After six months, I was certain he wanted nothing to do with me, ever again.

  What was he doing here in San Diego? What was I doing here is a better question. Damn Julie for dragging me here anyway. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “I,” Omar began and then abruptly closed his mouth. I waited and again felt incredibly light headed.

  I tried to sit up, but in doing so I once again saw stars and I knew I was going to get sick. I put my hand over my mouth and mumbled, “Sick.”

  A tall cylindrical trash can was immediately placed near me and I clung to it as I vomited and shook. Omar held my hair and cooed as he petted my neck. I heard him explaining, “She does not do well with stress. This is why I must protect her.”

  I closed my lids and rolled my eyes behind them. I hated this feeling of weakness and fragility, but I had to be honest, Omar was right; as well as I did in some things, I did equally poor in others, and stress was one of them. It always rendered me useless and sick, laying on a bathroom floor somewhere, crying and curled into a fetal ball. How I would end up a powerful trial attorney was beyond me. I couldn’t even deal with seeing the man I’d lost my virginity to just a few short months earlier.

  I leaned my back against the wall, and a water bottle was soon offered. I weakly nodded and took it. My hand was still shaking and the water vibrated along with the rest of my body. Omar wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tighter, as if that could stop my trembling. I guess he didn’t realize it was him causing it.

  I finally took notice of the previously packed hallway and the few onlookers. I was mostly surrounded by a wall of Omar’s men, all Arabian men, or rather, all of them, not Caucasian. They were immense and made a great barricade, but I also found them rather suffocating. I croaked, “I need some air.”

  I wanted to walk, but Omar picked me up and stood in one graceful movement, showing off
his incredible strength. I protested briefly, and he gave me a stern expression. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck and drew my lips into a tight line. Fine, he needed to be all dominant and the protector, my savior. I let my head sag against his chest, and he held me tighter.

  I closed my eyes, trying to not get sick again and breathing through my nose. I heard his men speaking in hushed tones, although I didn’t understand the language. I heard a door pushed open and then more words in Arabic. And then the sun hit my face and the cool ocean air brushed my cheek. Omar sat down and I finally opened my eyes. “Here, here Anna. Sit up, let me help you. The fresh air will clear your head.”

  I obeyed and wobbled as I pushed upright and ended up sitting next to Omar on a wooden bench that overlooked the beach. We were in the courtyard of the hotel where the business conference was being held, and as I looked around, I realized we were entirely alone. “Where are your men?”

  “I sent them away. I need to talk to you; I need to be with just you. Has your head cleared yet?” Omar asked.

  I bit my lip and took more deep breaths through my nose. “Getting there.” I asked him again, “Omar, what are you doing here?”

  This time he didn’t falter in his answer, “You Anna. I could lie and tell you this was a happy accident. It is anything but. I’ve been waiting for the right time, trying to bide my time,” he grimaced and scowled down at the sidewalk, “Anna, I could not wait another second. I need you in my life.”

  My mom’s words flooded into my mind, “If you ever get the chance to be with him, don’t hesitate, don’t second guess. Don’t think Anna, follow your heart. Follow your heart and be with him.”

  That was the second time Omar had used the word, need. As in he needed me. I blinked and my eyes filled with tears, “I’ve never needed anyone.” I said and the words got caught in my throat. Omar misunderstood and his face fell. I quickly put my hand into his, “No, don’t misunderstand Omar. I never did before—before you.” He lifted his head and I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I wrinkled in the side of my mouth and my cheeks burned, “I need you too Omar.”

  He moved so quickly it startled me as his hands went to my face, holding my head steady as his mouth dove to mine. His lips bruised mine with his urgency and I did my best to respond to his passionate overflow. Between fervent kisses he said words of love, “You –Anna –My heart is renewed. Anna –I need you with me.”

  “Me too Omar, yes, yes, need you.” I kissed him back and gripped at his suit jacket, dragging my upper body up against his chest and clinging to him. “My heart was broken.” I stammered.

  He pulled back and continued to hold my face as his liquid golden eyes burned mine. “Forgive me for waiting?” My chin quivered in memory of how long it took me to come out of the depression. I nodded but said nothing. “I thought –I wanted to give you space. I was certain you would want nothing to do with me.”

  He chuckled at my look of shock. “What are you talking about? It was me, it was my fault; I deserved to be deserted. I’d given up all hope of ever feeling what I felt for you—what I feel for you now!” A lone tear slide down my cheek and Omar swiped it away with his thumb. I muttered, “I am so sorry Omar.”

  He shook his head, “You will never apologize again, I’ve told you my feelings on the subject and I will now consider what happened as my payment to have found you. Never again Anna, is that understood?”

  “Okay.”

  He lifted the left side of his face in his trademark lazy smile, “Excellent. Now, you will stay with me this night! I have a penthouse on the beach; we will dine and then we will reunite our bodies.”

  I giggled, “There you are. The King who doesn’t ask.” He chuckled too, and I added, “When I first saw you, or rather, when you were first brought to my notice; inside my head I called you, the sheik not dressed in sheets.”

  We both laughed and then he kissed me fiercely yet again.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Anna: He is here!

  Julie: HIM? Your HIM?

  Anna: YES! OMG

  Julie: What U gonna do?

  Anna: Try and not pass out again.

  Julie: LMAO. Seriously?

  Anna: Dinner with him. Gonna Stay the night. See you tomorrow maybe?

  Julie: Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.

  Anna: Is there something you wouldn’t do?

  Julie: Not that I’m aware of. Love you girl!

  Anna: LY2!

  Omar walked with me back to our room and I gathered a few things, including my one good little black dress. He hovered near the door, awkwardly waiting for me as I stressed about everything and nothing. “I’m sorry my room is such a mess. I can’t believe you’re here. What should I wear?”

  He chuckled and came to me, insisting I sit on the end of the bed. He went to his knees and rested his big hands on the tops of my thighs. “Anna, cease this anxiety. Why don’t you let my men gather your belongings and you join me now? Why must we insist on the charade that we will again part company?”

  “But, but,” I stammered through trying to process his words. “I have to return to my life?” After the words left my mouth, I realized I’d asked a question, and there was nothing final in that statement. I mumbled, “Don’t I?”

  His tone was dominant and certain, “No. Never.”

  “Can I do that?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Of course you can. I intend to marry you Anna. I intend on making you my Queen. Join me now Anna. Become part of me now. Why are we stalling? What is holding you back?”

  “Are you asking me to marry you?”

  Omar paused and his ears lifted in an almost smile, “No.” I felt my face fall and I lowered my gaze. He reached up and put a finger under my chin, “Anna, I am not asking you. I am telling you. You are mine and you know this fact. I’ve already decided to devote my life to you. There is no asking, no question of it. You will marry me; you and I will be together forever.”

  I gaped at him, totally unable to process what was happening. Was I really abandoning all that I’d worked for my entire life? Was I really considering his words as gospel and truth? Was this really happening? “But, but…”

  Omar cut off my stammering with a kiss, a gentle, lingering kiss and soon I found my hands at the back of his head, eagerly returning his kiss. It turned more passionate and he stood without his lips leaving mine, and he pushed me back onto the bed. “I must take you this instant.” He panted against my mouth.

  I nodded and gasped as his hand found the waistband of my panties under my skirt, and he tugged them down around my thighs. He continued to kiss me as he hovered over my prone body and his finger trailed up between my thighs. He groaned and then he made that sound—the sound I was wholly tuned to; the sound that caused my insides to burst to life and my entire body hum in anticipation. It was a sound of such immense delight and need, and it caused my entire body to tighten and respond as if pre-programmed. My pussy flooded hotly and I struggled to spread my legs for him, the panties restraining my thighs.

  I cried out and wiggled under him, “Omar, oh god, Omar. I need you so much.”

  “Yes my goddess, yes. You are mine.” He said this as he departed and began to strip. “I will take you now; quickly we will satisfy this need. Later, this evening, I will take you properly.”

  “Yes Omar.” I said through sharp inhales as I pushed my panties the rest of the way off my legs.

  “Show me your breasts.” He ordered. I obeyed, unbuttoning my blouse and then quickly freeing my breasts. “Oh Anna, you are indeed the most lovely female in all of creation.” He said this as the last remnants of fabric fell from his body and he stood before me naked and jutting.

  My body remembered the joy he’d brought to it six months previous, and it responded the same way now, preparing itself as I puddled hotly at my entrance. I felt myself open and heat in preparation for his ingress. I trembled and my abdominals tightened as he stalked towards me. His chin indicated that I slide fa
rther up the bed. I again obeyed immediately, pushing myself back up against the head of the bed. He followed, stalking up and over me, caging me between his arms and positioning himself between my thighs.

  I spread for him. I opened as far as I could, and my clit throbbed at the top of my pussy. Omar slowed, or time stalled, I really don’t know for sure. He lowered his face to mine, and I felt his heavy, hot length as he rested it on my mound. Before he kissed me, and before all language ceased, he asked, “Will you marry me Anna? I love you like I’ve never another.”

  Without any help, he rolled his hips and instantly found my soaked folds. He slid partially in and my heart stopped. I tried to breathe, but was unable. I kissed him back and muttered, mumbled, groaned and made so many sounds of agreement he laughed against my mouth. I was finally able to say, “Yes!”

  He met my agreement with a passionate abandon that caused my first startling orgasm to rip up through my body. He slammed himself the remainder of the way into my core, slowly grinding into me. I came over and over as he stroked his heavy erection in and out of my wet pussy. When he came, both of us covered in a glistening layer of sweat, he did so in conjunction with another of my climaxes, and my vision again swirled and my hearing went wonky. I clung to him as he violently bucked in and out of me and we came together. My body milked him and for the few briefest moments I had no idea where I ended and he began. His heart was beating for both of us, and we were fused.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  We fell asleep together, tangled in each other’s bodies. I felt safe and as if all of the first part of my life had been wasted because it hadn’t been spent with him. I guess it kind of was, even though I was only 25.

  He must have been reading my thoughts because he just whispered, “Forever.”

  “Yes, forever.”

  We took a shower together, and wordlessly we touched and spoke through our skin and our hands. He gripped at my waist and often kissed me. His hand would migrate between my thighs, and he would stroke and rub at my sex, causing me to shiver and clench and grow ever wetter.