ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories)

by Knight, Kylie

  "Just one Colten," she replied. Just one man. For as bad as Caleb was, she felt herself falling hard. What kind of secrets lurked beneath his dark exterior?

  "Mm, that's what I like to hear..."

  Elaina lifted her hips and wiggled out of her yoga pants for him, leaving her in just her panties and her bra. Now that the last layers had been revealed, Caleb let his hand leave her sex once more to toy with the elastic waist of her panties.

  "If I do this," he whispered to her, tone taunting, "I don't ever want to see that hardass again. Do you understand? I want you to live life freely and let go."

  How could she ever want to go back to how she'd acted before after the way she'd felt staring down death? There was no more drive to push aside her wants now that she'd lost the comfort of supposed immortality.

  "It's a deal."

  The words had barely left her lips before he'd tugged her panties off and his fingers slipped between the slick folds of her sex. For the first time Caleb's finger met her clit in full, and Elaina could not hold back the quivering moan that broke free from the back of her throat. With adrenaline still heightened in her system, every touch felt that much more intense. She pressed down against him, needing more, and he gave it to her. Caleb's finger slipped down to tease her slit and work inside of it, and Elaina knew she had to have more.

  "It's not enough," she gasped. "I need you."

  The smirk was worth having to bed. Beautiful, satisfied darkness spread across Caleb's face, and without a word he took his hand away. In seconds he'd stripped free of his athletic pants, and then the boxer briefs he wore beneath met the floor with little ceremony.

  If the smirk had been worth giving in and submitting to him, the shaft he unveiled was worth the danger they'd just faced. Just thick enough without seeming threatening, long, Elaina knew that she was in for a treat the second she saw it. But the look she got was short lived; now that they were undressed, Caleb wasn't wasting any time. He moved into position quickly and angled her hips so that the tip of his cock could brush against her entrance without manual manipulation.

  "I'm going to take you raw, Lainey," he rasped. "I want you to feel everything you've been missing out on."

  Elaina had always been safe, logical, and unwilling to give into temptation, but now she didn't care about the dangers of unsafe sex. All that mattered was that he take her and work her to the release she so desperately wanted. No shots had hit, but perhaps there had been a death tonight; the woman Elaina had been was no more.

  "Do it," she pleaded.

  And he did.

  Elaina's body gave way to him as he pushed into her, stretching her walls and filling her up. Beneath him she squirmed, but the weight of his body and the insistence of his hands kept her pinned. Unprotected, Caleb rutted inside of her. This was not a passionate act of making love — this was the brutal coupling born of fear and joy and uncertainty.

  Caleb moved inside of her as though he'd done it before. Each roll of his hips pushed him deeper and satisfied her more, until he was buried to his hilt and thrusting so close to her cervix that Elaina was sure he would cum right into her womb.

  The heat that rolled from his body was sweltering, but it kept her grounded in the moment and prevented Elaina's mind from wandering. Here she was beneath Caleb Colten, the enemy, taking his unprotected rod and submitting to him willingly.

  “Just keep— keep going," Elaina panted back. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, and she grinded against his body with a need she never knew she possessed. Caleb had her hooked.

  And when she felt his hard body tense as orgasm loomed, Elaina knew she was so hooked she wouldn't ask him to pull out.

  “Where do you want it?" he said through clenched teeth. Already she could feel his cock twitching inside of her, fighting to hold back its heavy load.

  "Inside of me," Elaina breathed, feeling her own orgasm approaching as she imagined him spilling his thick seed inside of her. The union was risky and forbidden, but it made her hot. "I want all of it inside of me!"

  Caleb did not argue. For a few moments the pace of his thrusts increased, but then he thrust one final time and remained buried inside of her. Elaina tightened her body around him and felt as his shaft pulsed and twitched, and then she could feel the warm gift he sowed inside of her. A Colten's load seeded her womb; how far she had fallen, but how much she loved it. Orgasm arrived, the deliverance of his cum too much for her to take. Rippling shudders ran down her sex, milking the seed from him and further up into her. Her proud Harraway body did its best to take his Colten seed into her womb.

  Now there was nothing either of them could do than catch their breath and recover. The warmth of Caleb's body and the smell of his cologne soothed her, and it wasn't long before Caleb had caught her in his strong arms, rolled their bodies over, and she found herself beginning to drift off.

  When morning light illuminated the room, Elaina stirred. Caleb was already sitting on the edge of the bed, getting dressed.

  "It's over," she murmured, a grin spreading across her face. They hadn't been discovered and that meant that Caleb was free. "We survived."

  "So," Caleb turned his head to look at her, a devious grin spreading his lips, "do you feel it was worth the three hundred? I like to think I provide a service worth its value. We put on a good show."

  The first stirrings of morning were still clouding her mind, and Elaina frowned as she tried to work out what he'd just said. Value? Show?

  "What are you talking about? I gave the money to those men who were after you."

  "Yeah, it belongs to them. I paid them the bulk of the fee upfront, and told them the rest would be delivered the night of. I think it worked out to two hundred each man, which is pretty good for about an hour's work as an actor."

  What? Elaina's jaw had started to fall open as she put the pieces together. The darkened pier. The restaurants and bars that had been closed. The appearance of the mob and the horrors they'd been through. Caleb sweeping in to her rescue.

  "You arranged for all of this to happen?" she asked, flabbergasted. "Those were actors last night? We were never in danger of dying?"

  "And I rented out the pier and all the surrounding buildings. Matt told me you'd need something drastic, so I brought the pain. That's what you paid for, wasn't it? You paid me to teach you how to loosen up and relate to others, and I think you related to me just fine last night." He hitched an eyebrow suggestively and turned away from her as he continued to dress.

  To her surprise, Elaina wasn't angry. Yesterday she wouldn't have accepted such deception, but today she understood it. Caleb had done exactly what she'd asked, and she knew that if he hadn't tricked her like he had, she never would have appreciated life the way she did now.

  Instead of yell, Elaina flopped back against the mattress and laughed.

  "I can't believe it," she said through her laughter. "I can't believe all of that wasn't real."

  "Well, one part was," Caleb said. He'd finished dressing, so once more he turned his attention towards her. "I want to keep meeting up to fuck. Last night was hot, and I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

  Elaina's cheeks burned. Now that they'd spent the night together and she understood what Caleb had invested in her just to try to get her to loosen up and save her company, she found her ill-will towards the Colten family softening. The truth was that she wanted to see him again too, but her interests in him stretched beyond the physical. Caleb was a good guy. A smart guy. She was falling for him fast.

  "Then let's see where this takes us," she said. "I'm not ready to be done with you yet, either, Caleb Colten."

  He leaned down and kissed her, and by eleven she was back in her car and alone, contemplating the night they'd just had and the heart that Caleb had revealed to her.

  Weeks of seeing each other regularly turned into months. Sometimes Caleb would visit her apartment, and sometimes she'd visit him at his. Now that he'd cum in her once, Caleb didn't want to use a condom, and Elaina had bee
n clear that she wasn't taking birth control. Weeks spent visiting each other just for sex evolved into dinner and a movie, and then to weekend long affairs spent grocery shopping and binge-watching television together. When Elaina missed her period for the second month in a row, neither of them had any regrets.

  The Coltens and the Harraways had found a way to coexist, and now the proof of that union grew inside of Elaina. For as much of a bad boy as Caleb was, his paternal instincts were stronger. As the Harraway business grew strong once more, the new life Elaina breathed into it with her new outlook helping the company to thrive, the life in her womb developed and promised a beautiful future.

  Caleb had taught her more than just to live — he'd given her a future. And as they lay together on their bed, his hands over the round of her stomach as their baby kicked, Elaina knew that letting go was the only way to hold on to what really mattered.

  THE END

  Russian Billionaire’s Secret

  Burk Androv sat in his office looking over the newest reports from his assistant. The numbers didn't match the data and he suspected the man was skimming money off the accounts. He was angry about this discovery. Someone stealing from his board members, investors, and the company wasn't something he'd expected to find.

  He just needed to make sure before he turned him over to the authorities and figured out where the money was going. He was keeping this a secret from his investors and everyone else in his company, for now. He knew there was risks by not alerting the right authorities, but he was doing it for the right reasons. He didn't want to destroy lives until he knew for sure who was involved and what was going on.

  He knew that being from a Russian family that had ties back to the mob in his home country wouldn't look good for his company, and the best way to handle this was to go public with it himself. He hoped to handle the situation with enough openness that his shareholders didn't blame him when it all came out into the open.

  He was the CEO of a fortune 500 company, and it brought in an average of three billion a year, but the last couple of years they'd been hitting the five billion mark and it showed promise of going up in the coming years. His shareholders would not take kindly to someone screwing with the finances behind their back and stealing money, but he also couldn't alert his assistant that he had figured it out and scare him into hiding before he got to the bottom of this mess, and recovered the money. He assumed it was his current assistant. He had access to all the files, his passwords and emails, there was no one else who could have done it.

  He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He was tired. He wanted to focus on moving the company forward, not fighting to keep it afloat and out of the media circus that would come from finding out that someone he trusted had wormed his way inside the inner circle in order to send funds back to a Russian mob unit to support their arms dealing or drugs.

  Burk knew that the right thing to do was turn him over to the right people, but he also knew if he didn't get enough proof, and make it so they could take him away on the spot and hold him, Alek would be likely to disappear forever, along with all the money he'd been hiding in an offshore account. He had to handle this carefully. This wasn't a tiny sum of money, this was close to a billion dollars over the last few years that he'd been collecting.

  He wondered how no one in accounting had caught it by now, but there was a good chance Alek had paid for someone to overlook the discrepancies and help him cover them up. This wasn't the type of job one person could have done alone, which meant in order to discover everyone involved, he had to keep it a secret for now.

  He just wished he didn't. He knew there was a good chance he'd take the blame for this, they were setup in his name, his passcode and usernames were setup to mess with the accounts, and he'd trusted Alek.

  The violation he felt at realizing that his closest advisor and friend had been taking advantage hurt of him. He didn't have many friends, but he'd trusted Alek, and it cut deep that he'd do this.

  He couldn't think of any situation that Alek could be in that would justify what he'd done.

  Burk took pictures and stored it on a small flash drive of all the files. Then took screenshots on the computer of all the incorrect files and data that was in the company files that didn't match the original hand-written copies.

  No one ever really compared the hand written files to the ones stored on the computer. Everyone did everything electronically now, but the paper ones weren't easily changed, not like on a computer with a simple stroke of a few buttons.

  He just needed to finish collecting his proof, and then he'd be able to do something about it. He just wished it wasn't Alek. He'd known Alek since they were teenagers. He'd specifically hired Alek on and paid him far more than any assistant would ever get paid in order to send money back to his family in Russia so they could work on getting their green cards at some point.

  He couldn't understand how Alek could betray him like this. He would get to the bottom of it. Eventually, and when he confronted him, he wanted all the evidence in place.

  Violet Dominick stood in front of her supervisor’s desk at the FBI office and waited for her new assignment. She curled and uncurled her toes in her shoes, trying not to show her impatience at having to wait for the man sitting in front of her to notice she was there.

  Eventually, he looked up and waved her closer to his desk and Violet walked over.

  "We had an anonymous tip that we need to investigate a kidnapping. There's big money involved, and a Russian business corporation is in the middle of it. We put all the details in the file, your job is to infiltrate and find out where the kidnap victim is being held, and who the man is paying the money too. We have an inside man already, you'll be working closely with the person we suspect of stealing all the money to get evidence so we can make an arrest and rescue the family that's being held for ransom." Her boss told her.

  "What's my cover?" Violet asked. Normally for undercover work, they gave her a very specific identity along with the information.

  "You're going in as yourself, but we'll be giving you a new set of credentials. We figured since it's possible you'll see people since it's a local job that might call you by your real name, it was safer to not give you an alias that might be discovered," He pushed the file across the desk to her. "This is everything you need to know, you start Monday. He got you an interview with the CEO for a second personal assistant. Keep him close. He's the man we've got our eye on. Do whatever it takes to get the information we need."

  "Do you mean... anything?" Violet had been required to sleep with informants in the past, it was a hush hush part of the job, but if that's what it took to keep a family safe, she had no guilt doing it. Sleeping with the enemy was part of the job requirement and sometimes it was literally sleeping with the enemy.

  "Yes. Whatever it takes." Her boss nodded at her and then dismissed her. "You know the drill."

  Violet grabbed the file and walked out of the office and opened it, getting all the information she would need for the job. She was good at what she did. Even though she'd thought about retiring the last year or two. She wondered if she'd miss the excitement and the next assignment and it had kept her from leaving.

  That, and she hadn't found the right man yet to give her a reason to quit such a dangerous line of work.

  Violet was in an outfit that suited an office environment, but she was truly most comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt. She hated all the formal wear she was required to wear, either on the job as an FBI agent, or undercover. She'd even been undercover as a stripper once, and she felt more comfortable half naked breaking a sex ring up, than she did in a business suit and pumps.

  She followed the instructions she'd been given and walked into his office, seeing Burk sitting there, staring at his computer, looking serious. His good looks and aristocratic features were the first thing she noticed about him. His serious expression as he studied the laptop in front of him was the second. She took quick inventory of his office, and how he reacted when a s
tranger appeared and interrupted him. All things she'd need to know for future interactions.

  "Hello?" She called out, knocking on the door that she'd half-way opened.

  "Come on in, Violet right?" He closed his laptop quickly and put his hands on the desk, waiting for her to come in.

  He'd allowed his HR to talk him into hiring a second personal assistant. They'd insisted the work load required it, but given what he knew about Alek, he knew that he'd need to replace him eventually, so he'd agreed after being resistant to it for the last couple years.

  "Yes, I'm Violet, I'm here to get a list of things you need me to do." She told him quietly and came in. Pretending to be demure and quiet, neither trait she normally possessed. Or, at least she tried to pretend.

  Her mocha colored skin and blue eyes were an interesting contrast, her dark hair hung loosely down her back in gentle waves and it made Burk want to tangle his fingers in the long strands of hair. He cleared his throat and tried to not think of her that way. She was supposed to be his assistant, and it wasn't right to think of touching her before she even finished her first day on the job.

  "Here are the files," Burk told her, pushing them across his desk. He'd organized them earlier for his new assistant so these had no confidential information and anyone could have handled the work load. After Alek's betrayal and his need for secrecy to figure out what was going on, he wasn't trusting anyone.

  "Yes, Sir," Violet told him, her eyes half shut as she looked up at him and let a slightly seductive smile curve her lips.

  Instead of being rational, and avoiding his desires like he would with most women, he blurted out the question he wanted to know before he could stop himself, "Will you have dinner with me tonight?"