BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL.

"Thanks for the amazing food." Suhayr thanked, placing her left knee on the bed after removing the little makeup she applied earlier before going on their date and wearing her new set of pajamas which is a cotton night shirt and shorts. The weather is quite pleasant that night, she wants to get under that thick comforter and sleep like a baby.

"You are welcome." Sa'eed smiled also having changed from his clothes previously to set of clean Nike sweats. He has been teasing her in the restaurant and their way back so she hopes he won't continue, she needs some sleep.

"Good night." Suhayr said after a while, she sent the videos to Tasneem hoping the next morning she will have it edited and send back to her to see or even post it to her YouTube channel, she might forget to do so herself.

"Night." He replied but took his laptop from the bedside table to start typing a presentation he totally forgot about after Suhayr's cooking show from earlier, the woman can take anything away from your mind without knowing. She was dramatic with her cooking skills, he won't ever ask her to go to the kitchen. Never!

The next morning, Suhayr awoke with a loud yawn while trying to adjust her legs only to find them trapped in between Sa'eed's sweatpants clad ones. She furrowed her brows and raise the thick duvet they are sharing only to see her white creamy legs intertwined with his shadow sweatpants claded long legs. She narrowed her eyes at their legs, feeling his hands wrapped around her stomach while his breath fanned the crook of her neck in this smothering hot breaths that makes hers hitch. When did they even cuddle each other the night before? She can't remember cuddling anyone in her life but it feels amazing being in someone's arms.

If she were any other romantic lady, she would've kissed him to wake up but since she is Suhayr Imraan Khalid, the one and only racketeer, she didn't do that but the exact opposite. Instead, she loudly yelled into his ear startling the living daylight out of Sa'eed since he woke up looking extremely alarmed and ready to take down a lion if it attacks. She laughed at his face, even though he looks startled out of his wits, he is still has this fierce look that could scare a tiger away but not her. She finds his reaction amusing and worth taking a photo of, she made a mental note to take it in future.

"Why do you change moods like a switch?" He sighed seeing that there is no danger but his hazardous wife who finds it extremely merry to wake him up with something similar to air horn. His ear is still drumming and echoing the loud sound of her scream.

"I don't change moods like a switch, I just like having fun." She shrugged, removing both her legs from under the duvet which he's released in his escapade of taking down a zoo. She chuckled a little, the guy shouldn't be too alarmed when there are more guards than she would want to count protecting his ass.

His eyes immediately made their way to her legs and he blinked, he's never seen any part of her body naked. Not even the cliché walking out of the toilet in just a towel has ever happened between them and now, he longed to see the assets she hid beneath those clothes. She is clearly not wearing a bra but has another vest underneath, a tight one that won't show her arousal even with a dream and she is wearing shorts that isn't seen from the knee length nightshirt she is wearing. Uh oh! He didn't even notice her seasoning such outfit the night before.

"My eyes are up here, Mr. El-Kanemi." She narrowed her eyes at him and he gave her a sheepish smile which she didn't find funny, she don't want him to see how his eyes on her makes her feel hot, bothered and flustered with just a look! Dammit, what will happen if he touches her then? She'd definitely act like a wanton woman in heat and that is the least of what she should think about.

"I know but those legs, darn!" To tease her further, he moved his hand to her so placid, meek and soft skin. He felt the zap again but this time, he wasn't taken by surprise so he marvelled in the fact that he got her breath to hitch then quicken. His hands keep moving up her smooth skin almost reaching her knees then she talked in breathy sighs, she needs to stop this nonsense.

"Have you forgotten what you have said or you just don't keep your words? I thought nothing could turn you on with me close?" She breathed, gulping down a thick gob of saliva to saturate her dehydrated throat. His hand is massaging her leg up to her knees, so dinghy.

She's ferried down memory lane when they were coming to the palace and she asked whether he was watching skin flick and he said it wouldn't turn him on with her close, she didn't forget for her pride was hurt, thoroughly contused.

"No, I was just too marred with pride to admit it. I'm taking my words back. You are so fucking hot!" She can't help the laugh that escaped her throat at his reaction, he looks like a kid who finally found the magic jar in a Sahara desert. He should definitely shoot a film with Aladdin.

"Well, what if I say it is too late for that?" She raised a defiant brow trying her best to keep the moan of pleasure croaking her throat, clawing at her oesophagus to come out.

"Nah, I'm your husband and if you deny me, you are sinning. It is a prodigious sin in Islam and you know that?" He questioned, his face moving closer to her face making sure his sweltering breath is slapping her face in a way that makes her ethereal.

His eyes are staring at her in such persnickety way that weakened her knees and make her chest throb to the length of pain. An onslaught of emotion washed over her like a sturdy and ardent wave against the shore. And the philander rising above her stared at her with nothing but those emotions she don't want to place name on, she would want to escape ever knowing what they are. Her body tingled with anticipation even though her mind is telling her something entirely different, she still is trying to preclude what is about to come.

And something ricochetted her head for she just noticed something while sinking down his breathe down her throat. He doesn't have morning breath, what the heck?!

"I know it's a sin but who told you insulting your wife isn't a sin too? A vast one at that since we are supposed to be treated with excessive care and indulgence." She huffed, crossing her arms underneath her mounds, pushing them higher up her chest making them look more voluptuous than they really are, unintentionally.

"My apologies then. What is it you called me yesterday? Tate Tot?" He questioned, not removing his hand away from her leg but move his face closer to her ear.

When she called him that nickname yesterday even though he knows she did it because of Najaah, he liked the name even then. The way it rolled down her luscious bubblegum lips, he wanted to dip his head and close those few inches with his own. He could thank Najaah for been there, he wouldn't have been given the opportunity to hear his wife calling him with anything endearing. She likes calling him douche or tartar, or even demon from Satan's horns but she said something else the day before. Not that he minded her calling him those names, it doesn't sound warped when she says them. Who is he to not want that name anyway?

"It's Tater Tot which means... No, I won't tell you." She shook her head, taking her leg off of his hand but he followed it and this time, he let his hand wander off to her thigh without any foreplay. Her eyes widened, her heart is about to detonate in her chest, she could feel it.

"Your skin is smooth, so silky. Now tell me, what does it mean?" His eyes are staring right inside hers and she is afraid her morning breath will make him run for the hills but she squared her eyes at his with that fierceness mulling them. Her presumptuous self inebriate her other raucous side.

"You can't sweet talk me into telling you. That was the name I could only think of when she out me in that hot spot and it kind of suited you!" She shrugged, using her index finger to trace the arch of his brow, his brow is too perfect.

"But I can do other things into getting you to talk though..." He trailed off, his lips instantly moving to the place where it connected her head to her shoulder, just before her neck. She is very sentient of him being extremely close to her rendering her mind to comatose, literally.

After making sure his sweltering breathe has tortured her to no return, he let his lips land on the place where he could see a vein or is it her pulse? He can't say but he gave it a heart stuttering suck, she instantly shivered, jerking her head forward and her hands imminently move to clutch a handful of his sweatshirt. She closed her eyes tightly because he found her debilitate frail spot without beating around the bush. How on earth did he find the spot she doesn't even know about? She could only hear Tasneem talking about her weakness behind her ear but Suhayr never knew hers.

She moaned, a loud embarrassing one but Suhayr didn't dwell on that, instead, she use her other hand to push his head further into her shoulder or wherever it is his mouth and tongue are Tangoing. His hands left her legs and move to her waist, moving her closer to his body, almost sitting her on his laps. He let his tongue wiggle, use his teeth to bit the place making it ache a little before he use his tongue to soothe the pain. Suhayr kept writhing in desire and pleasure her words coming out in croaked, chocked moans.

He grinned, moving his lips away from her skin to trail it up to her ear where he nipped the earlobe in his mouth. Strong smell of coconut hit him harder around her ear which means she give special attention to her ears while rubbing lotion or whatever it is she uses. He bit the place a little too then gave a husky deep groan to make her much more sexually stimulated. Maybe this will get her to talk, the girl is much more strong headed that he thought.

"Are you ready to tell me now?" He approached again in another twisted way. His words were muffled in Suhayr's brain but she still understand what he was saying so she answered, she won't let him have the upper hand.

"No, I won't." She shook her head trying to get him to move away from her so her mushy brain could finally function like it does. She will not show him just which haven he took her.

"You still want me to torture you?" He asked with a chortle, his voice filled with lust and if she could see her eyes, they are dilated too with desire.

"You can't torture, pft." She rolled her eyes, moving his head away from her but he was not having it.

"Are you sure?" He push her down on the bed so her hair is now lazily exhibited on the pillow while he straddled her waist, keeping his weight to his arms so as to not crush her underneath him.

"Hmm." She nodded, staring at him with eyes pervaded with bewilderment and confusion also ensnared by strong lust quaffed by bemusement.

"Let's see that!" He gaze through her eyes searchingly trying to see if she is going to stop him from what he is doing but her eyes move to that of anticipation and he seared his lips with hers.

It was gentle, a small nip of his teeth on her lips gouging a shaky breath from her. He tried coxing her into opening her mouth for him, asking entrance with a roll of his tongue around her lips but she didn't grant him. She is playing hard to get again, eh? But he also learn not to give up easily from her and so he trailed his right hand down to her mound where he applied small pressure that was enough to have her gasp and for him to slip his tongue in. He grinned at that but didn't remove his hand from the hills on her chest. That will give him the upper hand to control her moves, she is at his mercy now.

She pushed her chest further into his hand, her pelvis rising up to his calloused lower abdomen and they moaned simultaneously. Suhayr felt so hot, she could barely breath and feel like the room's temperature just risen higher up a notch but she liked it. The heat in the room and the one from Sa'eed's body is making her feel lightheaded, she still hold onto his shoulder for support. Even with her body dug hard on the soft bed, she still feel the need to touch him and hold onto him for support.

"We should s-stop." She breathed out when he let go of her to nip on her chest, she can't have so many bites on her skin, she had die of embarrassment because her skin is so sensitive and don't let go of scars easily. Especially hickeys, the guy loved those.

"Then tell me what it means." He bargained, his face meandering back a little to look into her eyes. Both their eyes are brimming with so much lust that would've set the room on fire and if not for the sounds coming from downstairs, she wouldn't have stopped him and might regret it later.

"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, she don't understand how she did it when she felt so feverish, moisturized and electrically charge to the point of no return. She needs something to quench down the pain that shot her core but she also wants to eat.

"I'm all ears." He sat up abruptly because anymore minute lying there in her with her extremely fluffy mound in his hand, he won't think rationally and might do something they'd both regret later.

"It means, sinful but delicious." She shrugged, sitting up too and adjusting her night shirt that ridden up to her waist, showing the little shorts she has on and she could feel the solid bits on her chest showing even with the tight vest underneath the shirt, she shifted uncomfortably. Something like that has never happened with her, not even after a moist dream.

"Oh, I'm sinful but delicious? I love it." He grinned mischievously but Suhayr is not having it.

"I am always honest." She shrugged, putting on a fake bravado and hastened her pace to the bathroom feeling his lustful eyes behind her. She feels inebriated, her heart torpid and her mind, it has gone completely dormant.

She stared at herself in the whole one wall sized mirror is in their bathroom. Her shoulder has two hickeys, deep red ones that will probably change into dark purple later on and her chest has one too. Even her ear is yawing crimson but she can't help the smoke that took over her face, she feels like a woman desired by her husband. Sa'eed is the last person she should feel that for but she can't help it, she is just a woman who has so many weakness. A room with two opposite genders is accompanied by Satan and they are married. There is no harm trying something halal, eh?

"Damn him!" She yelled into the mirror because she knows it won't leave in three days to come and she is most probably going to get visitors in those days and shoot a vlog too. Her clothes are going to be high necked, that is enough trouble.

"Stop condemning me inside the bathroom, we can continue that now." Sa'eed called from the room with a guffaw making her face brighten, she has never blushed since after Sa'ad but his twin brother is making her do so.

"Shut up and dematerialize!" She yelled and turn on the shower so she won't hear what he is going to say again. She needs to take shower and go eat, she can't believe he kissed her with her morning breath.

She totally forgot about that with the way he made her feel sweltering hot!

After her bath, she made her way to the closet to change into something casual but not something that will draw Sa'eed's attention again, she is done with him for the day. If something close to that make out session happens again between them, she is sure they are going to take it to another level, without any doubt. Her heart is still beating in her ribcage at the mere thought of what had transpired between them minutes ago. Why is she getting flustered now? Because she is ready to take it up the highest level?

Bad, bad, bad thoughts, Suhayr!

She changed into her old comfortable raven boot cut pants and a coin shirt featuring a Chelsea collar and long sleeves then tucked it in the pants and adjust the button of the pants. She pushed her phone into the pocket then exercise her hand to plait her hair into fluffy ponytail. Done with that, she wrapped a new raven crinkled cotton veil around her head lazily then made her way to her rows of shoes to take something comfortable and simple. The thrill of choosing any shoe you want is enthralling! She never had too many back in Chad but she's always loved shoes, they are her absolute favorite.

She took a soft looking flipflop that belongs to no doubt Sa'eed and then she was out of the room to the dining room where Sa'eed is patiently waiting for her with a newspaper in hand. He didn't even ask anyone to serve him that day which means he is waiting for her, cue the aw. He raise his head as if feeling her presence and when he saw her, he let out a heart stopping smile that has her heart stuttering to a halt.

She swallowed again, this side of Sa'eed makes her skin tingle in anticipation but she is hungry so she put on the famous Suhayr Imraan Khalid face and made her way to the dining table.