Bought at a price #SYTYCW15 #PRESENTS - completed

Alternate ending- due to word count I had to get rid of a lot

Settling back in London Betty run the household like a well oiled machine leaving Sara to help Sayyid in the business now she had finished all her courses, though not her degree. They bought an apartment below their penthouse to have Betty move in to have her own freedom to come and go as she pleased. Sara always travelled with her husband on their private plane. It had never been about wealth. It had been about people. First Cherry now Sayyid. She had used anger, blaming her mother the loss of her privilege life to hide her real pain. The loss of her best friend Cherry Stafford who had been a little girl just like her. Everyday she told her husband how much she loved him, rang her mother everyday to do the same as well as Cherry just to let them know how much she loved them and it was a privilege to have them in her life.

Sayyid tried to spoil her rotten only to be lavished in kisses and told him that all she ever wanted was his kisses, only his kisses and she was brought by his kisses. He just laughed and told her she would always be his sweetheart. Explained a lot. Seated in his lap running hands through his hair she kissed him slowly taking her time. Moaning as his hands roamed freely over her curves.

They had another four hours before they arrived in the Middle East and there would be no public kissing or any affection shown so she was going to enjoy this only to moan loudly in protest as his phone rang to be found, lips parting to drop her head onto his shoulder and planted kisses on his neck.

She reached behind to the bowl of kisses beside them to hand to him as he talked softly that was taken and gave her a look of reproach as he showed her. 'Oh," she mouthed. Very naughty indeed, eyeing the back of the plane to ease off his lap to point to the bedroom and departed to go to the back of the plane into the bedroom, stripped and slipped under the covers, waiting.

Sayyid entered closing the door and began stripping. "F...."

"Don't you dare," she gasped.

"Where on earth did you find them?"

"They are called adult kisses."

He popped the evidence into his mouth. "Naughty but nice," he grinned to go to his wife and do exactly what it said with passion and fire having her hold on for the wild wide that he took her on leaving her spent laying in his arms. "Those lollies stay out of public places," he heaved.

"Just in there then," she breathed, heavy eyed.

Sayyid rolled onto his back. "Maybe sweetheart they should be locked away in a safe, would be better."

She laughed with delight. "Oh, am I too much for you too handle?" she dared.

"No sweetheart those lollies are." He rolled back to cover her with his body to start slowly kissing her all over, more his pace, to enjoy every second, every inch of her delicious body that was all his to enjoy. With his hands, his lips, his body he brought her to the brink to start all over again until she begged to plunge into her treasure, his treasure to have her loving arms wrapped around him as she gave her all to him, only him to finally collapse in her arms breathing laboured body slick and totally and completely spent.

"No you are," she sighed. "Bad lollies put away."

"What if your mother found them?"

Sara burst out laughing. "Oh, no, too much to bear. I'll blame you."

"Of course you would."

"Sayyid honey."

"Don't start I'm not listening."

"So who was on the phone?"

"Your mother." Colour tilted her cheeks to bury her face into his neck sliding her legs around his to slide down. "Still such an innocent. Why would your mother ring me?"