Chia sat down in one of the plush chairs and waited. She hoped they would be able to get some serious shopping done before Jahan arrived with his continued excuses. Of course she would forgive him. First she would make him work for it. She loved him desperately. That didn't mean she would let him have everything his own way in their marriage.
Anya walked out of the fitting room and Chia could feel her mouth gape open. Marie had pinned her long ebony hair in a simple elegant twist on top of her head. The gown was a deep sapphire blue, simply cut to mold her full bust and skim the slim curves of her waist and hips. Long and just tight enough to show that she was not wearing any under clothes. Anya was the picture of innocent seductress.
“Anya it is absolutely perfect! Jamal will be nothing but ash after he sees you in this.” Chia clapped her hands with glee. She would love to see Jamal’s reaction when he saw Anya.
“It is perfect, Chia. Look!” She did a half turn and chia saw the extremely low back and slit up the side, showing a glimpse of long slender thigh when she moved.
“It’s quite deceptive, the high neck and long length give it a look of demure innocence. But wow! When you turn around it screams pure sex. It will do just fine.”
“What can I wear under it?” Anya glanced over her shoulder at her reflection in the full length mirror and gasped at the large expanse of skin she was showing. “He will never let me out my apartment when he sees this back.”
“Don’t worry, dear. It has a matching wrap and he won’t know until you get to your destination. By then it will be too late.” Marie winked at her.
Chia cocked her head sideways and suddenly grinned. “I have it. On our way to the maternity shop we’ll stop at the lingerie store. They have the sexiest garments. Some so sheer, they feel like you are wearing nothing.”
Anya’s confidence rose another notch. She needed this, a chance to free her femininity, instead of always down playing her looks or even hiding them. Nodding, she stepped back into the fitting room and changed.
Marie boxed up the gown and watched the two young women stroll across the street to the next shop. Their two young men really didn’t stand a chance. She mused.
Chia watched Anya’s face redden when she handed her a thong of transparent silk. “It will be perfect on you. You have the kind of body that won’t show a panty line. Jamal will be frantic thinking you are naked under your gown. I would suggest you pick up a box of condoms before he takes you home or have some already in your home. You just might push him past his control and end up being thoroughly taken. Are you prepared for that possibility?”
Anya swallowed. “Yes, I am. So far he has been the one in total control and I want to shake it.” She grabbed the tiny scrap of silk defiantly and added a few in other colors. “I don’t want to start our lives together with him having the upper hand. I want a true partnership.”
Chia walked to the stockings and found a pair of sheer black thigh-highs with lace at the top. “These too I think.”
“Ooh, look. I love these. I never cared for panty hose and those garters are a torture device that had to be invented by a man.” Anya strolled around the shop, adding bits and pieces until she had a small pile. She even tossed in a short, barely there red nighty. “That should just about take care of everything I might need.”
Chia was beginning to feel a bit tired and let herself lean a bit on Anya they entered the maternity shop. “I want to see if they have a few ready made things I can take today and tomorrow when they come to the palace, I will choose more.”
Anya watched Chia with concern. She hoped she hadn’t over done it. Jahan would probably be spitting nails by the time the tracked her down anyway. Anya personally thought it would be good for him. “Okay, but as soon as we finish, we will stop and get some lunch. I’m starving.”
“Fine by me. I’m starving again too.” Chia introduced Anya and herself to the young proprietress of the shop. In just a few minutes they had Chia stripped to her under garments and had taken her measurements. The young woman brought her an emerald green maternity top and with a matching pair of pants and a knee length skirt. Both with the elastic waist and tummy areas so she could wear them longer.
“Oh it is lovely. I’ll take it with me now.” Chia gushed. The color made her eyes sparkle. In a short time Chia had chosen a dozen outfits, a couple of tops and jeans and made arrangements to see more the next day.
Feeling a bit weak, she asked Anya where she wanted to eat. MaryAnn led them to her second floor and an inner walkway that took them to the upper deck of the Tea Cup, one of Chia’s favorite restaurants.
“Should you tell your guards where we are going?” Anya asked with a worried glance at the men.
“No, when Jahan gets here let him worry about me,” she huffed. “Besides if the guards get worried, they can come in and ask MaryAnn. She will tell them where we went.” Chia could feel her energy slipping and sighed with relief when they were seated immediately at the restaurant. The owner came out to personally check on them and Chia shared a looked with Anya. Evidently, being married to a prince had definite advantages and the way she was feeling, she was not above using it to her advantage this time.
She didn’t say a word until she had devoured half of her salad and several club crackers. “Oh I almost feel human again.”
Anya glanced over Chia’s shoulder at the commotion at the front of the restaurant and saw a harried Jahan storm in followed by a tense looking Jamal. “Oh Lord, here comes Jahan and somehow Jamal is with him. They are both wearing the same mulish expression. I will tell you right now, Chia. Jamal better not say one curt word to me or I just might flatten him.” Anya deliberately focused her attention on Chia, much relieved to see her looking much less tired than she had a few minutes earlier. There was a becoming flush on her cheeks.
“A well placed knee will bring him down.” Chia was aware of Jahan’s presence. She had known the exact instant he entered the restaurant. She also ignored them, carrying on her conversation with Anya.
The waiter led the two men to their table and hovered anxiously as the men towered over the women, waiting for the women to acknowledge them. At nearly the same time Chia and Anya raised their eyes to their men. Anya’s look was slightly defiant, where Chia’s was coolly disinterested.
“Jahan,” she greeted calmly and nodded at the chair beside her. “Won’t you sit down and join us for lunch? I’m sure it is not too late to put in your order.”
Jahan tersely gave his order as did Jamal to the waiter and slid into the vacant chair. Well aware they were the cynosure of everyone in the establishment. “Chia,” he began and stopped at the frosty look she gave him.
“Not here. It is too public for what I want to say to you.”
Anya turned to Jamal. “Whatever you think you need to take me to task for, you had just better forget it,” she warned, silkily, but the underlying steel was evident to everyone at the table.
Taken aback, Jamal could only stare at her in surprise. He had known she was fiercely independent. He had never heard her sound so strong. His woman had a spine of steel. Damn, but it made his dick hard.
Jahan nodded curtly, not wanting their private disagreements to become fodder for the public. He had been terrified when her guards had called and told him they had lost her at the boutique. He had torn a strip off the young men before Jamal had urged him to calm down and send them into the shop to inquire from the owner where her customers had gone.
By that time, Jahan had arrived with Jamal driving and they had been told the two women were lunching at the Tea Cup. Jahan was well aware that Chia was punishing him for leaving her without a word where he was going. And had to admit, he hated the feeling of helplessness. None-the-less, he had to impress on her the importance of staying with her guards. He had too many enemies for to take foolish chances with her safety.
Jamal had been irritated that Anya had seemed to be encouraging Chia to indulge reckless acts. Jahan had warned him not to over react and c
ause a rift between them. Chia was quite capable of doing these things on her own. Jamal had surprisingly cautioned his prince to use the same restraint.
Jahan could not take his eyes away from Chia’s glowing face. Her new maternity outfit fit her perfectly and matched her amazing eyes. She looked no worse for her excursion and he sighed softly and relaxed, prepared to enjoy lunch with his beautiful wife.
Chia felt her anger at Jahan melting as he continued to stare at her with his dark chocolate eyes. She had always melted when he’d turn them on her and it was far worse now that she knew how potent his lovemaking could be. Feeling the heat pool between her thighs, she stood quickly and excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. It was absolutely unfair how he could get her aroused so easily. She smiled smugly in the mirror in the ladies’ room. Perhaps he had gotten the message and they might not have to get into a fight over it. She hoped Jamal didn’t open his mouth and put both feet in when he talked with Anya. She’d give a lot to see his face when Anya wore her dress for him. She bet their marriage was sooner rather than later after that.
Jahan half rose when Chia hurried away, a soft hand on his arm held him back.
“She’s fine, Jahan. It’s to be expected that she will have to use the restroom more often. Besides, I think you were watching her so closely, it became uncomfortable for her,” Anya observed quietly.
Knowing well what she meant by uncomfortable, Jahan’s grin spread over his face. Even when Chia was furious with him, she could not control her physical response to him. “She has the same effect on me, Anya.” He glanced quickly at his lap and placed his napkin to help hide his aroused state.
“She’s a very lucky woman and you are a very lucky man,” she murmured, sneaking a peek at Jamal from under her lowered lashes. “Her trip out today has done her a world of good, but she is very tired. After lunch, she should return home and take a nap,” she offered watching Chia walk slowly back to the table.
“Thank you, Anya for watching out for her today.” Jahan spoke quietly, his keen gaze seeing the slight strain under Chia’s eyes. “Just as soon as we finish, I will take her home.”
Jamal caught Anya’s hand and squeezed gently. “And I am sorry I jumped to such an erroneous conclusion, Anya. You were a good friend to Chiandra.”
Anya blushed, her heart racing under his touch and nodded, suddenly shy under his hot regard.
Chia felt Jahan’s concerned stare and realized he had seen how tired she was. She was actually relieved he had shown up. They could work out their problems on the way home and she could crawl into bed and go to sleep when she got home. Home! What a wonderful word. Her eyes misted and she smiled tremulously down into his handsome face.
Jahan stood and slowly helped his wife sit down. The food fortunately arrived and with a speed that was nearly an insult to the wonderful food, they ate quickly and then made their way out to their vehicles.
Chia turned to Anya, hugging her, whispering in her ear. “Thank you for today, Anya and good luck with Jamal.”
Anya hugged her back and mouthed thank you and then stepped into the car with Jamal.
Jahan helped Chia into the back seat of his Mercedes and motioned for the driver to head home. The guards were in front and behind them. For long moments Jahan held Chia’s hand, strolling her palm. “Chia,” he murmured softly and turned to face her.
Chia reluctantly opened her eyes. “Mm?”
“I’m sorry I left without telling you where I was going. I didn’t want to worry you and I had planned on being back before you woke. When the meeting ran long I should have called and told you. I hurt you and worried you, which is what I was trying to avoid.”
Tears stung Chia’s eyes and she reached up to cup his cheek with her hand. “I was hurt, Jahan. I want us to have a marriage, a partnership. You know I dumped my guards today to get a little revenge on you. It was foolish of me. Sometimes my temper gets the better of me.”
“Yes, and it scared ten years off my life when they lost you.” Jahan pulled her across his legs and buried his lips against her neck with a low growl. “Don’t you know that I could not live if anything happened to you?”
Chia surrendered against his hot strength and sighed. “It’s the same way I would feel if something were to happen to you, love.”
“I vow to you, I will never leave you without telling you where I am going.” His lips hovered over hers, his eyes locked fiercely to hers.
“I promise the same. Now kiss me!” she demanded and pressed her lips to his.
Jahan felt the car slow and stop at the gates to the palace and cursed silently. “Honey, we are home.” He set her on the seat and pushed her mussed hair off her face, smiling at her swollen lips and passion dazed eyes.
Jahan barely waited until the car pulled to a stop and he was lifting her out of the back seat and striding boldly into the house and up the stairs, barely nodding to Amanda and Malek as he passed them in the foyer. “We will be down later.”
Chia buried her face in his chest, her face crimson with embarrassment. “They will know what we are going to do.”
“They know I am going to make love to my beautiful wife. And that is exactly what he proceeded to do as soon as the bedroom door shut. He made slow, exquisite love to her and when they were finally joined together, his shaft lodged deep inside her hot slick channel, they soared together as one with the sharp ecstasy of release that claimed them.
Chia rested against Jahan’s sweaty chest. She loved his hard muscled body. She traced small circles around his flat brown nipple. He hissed, exciting her. She was slowly learning the things that made him hot and hard for her. She watched in fascination as his cock filled with blood until it lay throbbing on his washboards abs.
A bit of her old mischief surfaced. “Just how big is your cock, Jahan? I really don’t have anything to judge it by. She tried to circle it with her hand and fell short. Jahan’s low moan had her glancing at his face. Passion blazed from his dark eyes.
“Honey, you are driving me crazy. I don’t want to take you again so soon. You will get sore. He leaned down and nipped at her lip. I am about eight inches long and big enough around to fill that tight little pussy of yours. Does that answer your questions?” He laughed at her red cheeks. He loved that he could still make her blush.
Feeling the need to take her mate, Chia climbed on top of him, her knees straddling his narrow hips. She rocked on him, coating his cock with her cream. She braced her hands on his chest, careful not to put too much pressure on her stomach. She closed her eyes as the tip of his cock teased her clit. Breathing harder she raised up and took him slowly inside her. She was a bit sore, nothing she was worried about. “Help me, love. I need you.” She strained over him, feeling his hard length swell as he neared his climax.
Jahan reached one hand down as his other cupped her hip, helping her find a gentle, slow rhythm. Using one finger he rubbed her hard nub, slowly at first then faster as she neared her peak. “Come for me, baby. Come with me now, love.”
Chia arched back, her release clenching her muscles tight. A raw scream was torn from her throat. “Oh, my God!” She slowly rode Jahan through their releases, reveling in her ability to bring such pleasure to her man. Her body collapsed over Jahan. She panted, trying to catch her breath. “What you do to me.”
She moved to lay at his side, her head back on his chest. “I do love you, you know. I will love you with all my heart for the rest of my days.”
Jahan’s heart pounded in his chest. She was his. “You are everything to me, love. Without you nothing I do is worthwhile. Together we can accomplish whatever we set out minds to. I have loved you all of your life. Stay with me, help me change our country and raise our children. Forever.”
“Forever!” she whispered.
About Debbie Deering
Thank you so much for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed it. Please check out my other books.
I’ve been married to my hero for several years. His support is there
whenever I need it. I was born in a small town in the Midwest. Following my husband and his military career, we landed in Norfolk, Va. For a few years, headed to Scotland for a short tour, and settled back in Virginia.
I’ve worked as a desk clerk, child care provider, massage therapist and a host of other positions. Writing is my greatest dream with the help of my wonderful daughter. I hope you enjoy our work. Please check out some of my other stories.
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