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Eventually, he pulls out of me and lies on his back. He pulls me toward him so that I am half laying on him.
“Are you alright?” he asks me, kissing my forehead. That makes me feel precious to him and I like that feeling.
“Yes. That was, um… nothing short of amazing,” I whisper, running circles over his chest with my fingers.
“It was. You’re amazing,” he says causing me to smile.
“Thank you. You are too,” I say. I’m on the verge of tears for some reason.
“I should take you home, but selfishly I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want to go home,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says before falling asleep. He snores and I find it adorable that he does.
Sleep eludes me unfortunately. I lay entwined in his arms. One day and my life has changed so much.
My last thought before going to sleep is that I am going to marry this man. Probably not tomorrow, but some day. I know that I am. We don’t know each other well yet, but we have the rest of our lives to figure it all out.
The next morning, I wake up to the scent of coffee, at least I think it’s coffee. It smells amazing. As soon as I get up, I notice a robe from the hotel laying at the foot of the bed. I pull it on and follow the scent out to the living area of the suite. Thank God I put the robe on because the room service waiter is still in the room setting the table. My hair isn’t covered but the waiter doesn’t say anything. I’m sure he’s seen much worse. I move to the table. As I go to sit down, he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. I lean down and kiss him.
“Good morning, love,” he says in his panty-melting British accent. If I was wearing panties, they’d melt, I swear it.
“Good morning,” I reply before sitting down.
“Will there be anything else?” the waiter asks in Egyptian Arabic.
“No, thank you,” he replies in the same language, being sure to tip him.
“What’s all this?” I ask as soon as the waiter leaves the room.
“Breakfast. I didn’t know what you would want, so I got everything.”
“How pragmatic,” I say laughing. Using a fork. I grab some pita bread, ful, and eggs making a delicious sandwich. Ful is the most common breakfast food in Egypt. It’s fava beans that are cooked with oil and salt. It’s delicious and reminds me of pinto beans back home.
“I try to be,” he says, sipping his coffee. I pour myself a cup and take my first sip of it. It’s so good that I moan at the taste.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe.
“That good?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at me.
“Oh yeah. I’m a bit of a coffee ho,” I say.
“Coffee ho? I am not familiar with this term,” he says chuckling.
“Oh, you know. I’d do anything for that first jolt of caffeine in the morning.”
“Ah, we are similar in this way.”
It’s my turn to laugh. I like that he’s joking around this morning. Last night was so intense, I thought this morning might be awkward but it’s not.
“I guess we are,” I say getting back to my breakfast.
“We can be home in about two hours. I have already alerted my staff of our impending marriage and your coronation,” he says. I choke slightly on my pita bread.
“What?” I say, swallowing thickly.
“We discussed this last night. Do you not remember?”
“I remember. I just thought it was talk,” I say, shrugging.
“No, I meant every word, Heather. Are you ready to be my wife? Today.” As in today, today? Easter Sunday?
How can I answer that? While there is nothing I’d like more than to be his wife, surely there are logistics that I can’t even fathom. A dress, my parents, my sisters? What about love? I love him, I know that I do. Can I really marry him without knowing if he loves me too? All of these things run through my mind before I give the only answer I can.
“Yes.”
Chapter Five
Omar
As soon as the word is out of her mouth, I am out of my seat and on her. Lifting her out of her chair, I plant her ass on the table, sending everything on it to the floor. I kiss her lips. She tastes like sin and coffee.
“Future husband. I need you,” she says opening her robe, showing me that she’s naked underneath it. Fuck. No one has ever made me feel so powerful and so powerless at the same time.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Heather. And now, you’re all fucking mine. You got that. Mine,” I say like a fucking madman because that’s what she makes me feel like. I nuzzle my face into her neck and suck on it, hard, leaving my mark on her. She moans loudly and my cock, already hard, leaks at the thought of getting inside of her.
