Bought at a price #SYTYCW15 #PRESENTS - completed

Part Nine- Chapter Eight

They had a quick stop over in Morocco then flew their way straight to Marbella to a waiting car once cleared customs and headed towards the hotel they were booked in.

"This is my fiancee Cherry, whatever she wants or needs, will be charged to my room," he instructed sighing his name to the register as Basam to be handed over two separate key cards to hand over to Sara at his side, her hand on his back, looking around taking it all in.

She leaned in closer to brush her lips against his ear. "Separate rooms?

He smiled. "Joining separate rooms."

"Much better," she patted his bottom to be flashed a warning look. She smiled. He straightened to place an arm around her shoulder to pull against him to kiss her on the lips.

"Behave." He dropped his hand to caress over her bottom. Taken to their room with their luggage, Sara quickly unpacked her belongings. Sayyid saw to paying off the staff then went to change into bathers, grabbed a towel, and told her to meet him by the pool that she did a little bit later.

Sara sat down on the edge of the daybed with it own soft white canopy. Sayyid was stretched out upon the bed, dark glasses hiding his eyes. Short style black bathers showed off his perfect male body, all muscles and tautness. And didn't the women guests enjoy what was on display. She was so pale against him, feeling quite naked in her revealing black and white bikini, wearing a lace throw over. She deliberately placed her hand on his bare leg. His ring on her finger flashing under the sunlight as she caressed a finger back and forth on his leg.

"What are you doing?" he asked amused.

"Letting every eager female that you're attached to me!"

He laughed. "Is that the best you can do?"

She turned to him curious. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Sweetheart, if you don't know, then we're in big trouble." Colour flooded her cheeks. She had no idea. He smiled knowingly. "Place your hand near my head," to be done, "no sweetheart the other side," now she was hovering over him, body twisted. "Now lower," she did, closer. "Lower," he ordered huskily to do so their lips nearly touching. "And?" he teased to have her lower closer to kiss his inviting enticing lips. "I guess you didn't have many boyfriends moving around so much?" She shook her head. "Lucky for you, I'll be your first."

"First to what Sayyid?' she asked brushing his lips dropping onto her elbow to have her breasts pressed against his chest as his hands slid under the lace over to caress bare skin.

"To seduce you, of course."

"Oh, that's why we have separate rooms?"

"You demanded it," he reminded her.

"I did?" she asked innocently.

"I compromised with connecting rooms." He smiled against her lips. "Just in case you changed your mind."

"Ha, so tell me what's my next move?" He suddenly sat up taking her with him by surprise, gasping. Placing her arm around his neck to keep her balance.

"Either cream you or get out of the sun."

"What do you suggest?"

"I could cream you. Let everyone know who you belong to or take you inside, keeping everyone guessing.  Did they or didn't they?"

"What?"

"Siesta."

She frowned. "Isn't that for sleeping at the hottest part of the day?"

"Only for the innocent, sweetheart, only the innocent."

Sighing, she glanced around to notice they indeed they have caught attention. "So Sayyid honey what do you want to do?"