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her nipples harden as the breeze played across them. The smell of the desert and the fresh flowers at the side of the bed ripened her senses.
    “You’re so beautiful,” Riley said.
    He stood at the side of the bed, backlit by the moon, and she thought he’d think her silly if she told him the same thing. His body glowed beneath the moonlight, naked and unashamed, like a warrior god. He certainly didn’t have the body of a professor. His shoulders were broad and ropy muscles contoured his arms. The skin was taut across his chest and abdomen, outlining each indentation. Dark golden hair covered his chest and trailed down his stomach, and her breath caught as her gaze travelled lower to his erection. She was a lucky, lucky woman. In more ways than one. Because his beauty was more than skin deep. She never imagined that someone could love her as wholly as he did, and accept all of her flaws at the same time.
    “I love you,” she said and then smiled as his face softened. “I just wanted to tell you that now before I get too tired to speak.”
    His laughter rumbled from his chest and she shivered. “I’m glad you have such high expectations, my love. I’ll do my best to meet them.”
    “I know you will.” She stretched lazily and felt power rise through her as his eyes drank in her movements. “I packed a suitcase. Dr. Bekhit told me someone would bring it up here before we left to come see you at the dig site. It’s probably in the wardrobe.”
    He growled low and she swore his cock increased in size with the unsaid promise of what she’d brought with her.
    “Naughty girl.” His smile of anticipation told her he was glad of it.
    Riley walked to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the bed, and Maggie took a moment to look at their surroundings. It wasn’t a large space. But it was quite cozy with the oversized bed and small sitting area to the side. The fabrics were rich and opulent and obviously of good quality. Much more than she’d expected from the simplicity of the outside of the hotel.
    The small suitcase she’d packed sat inside the wardrobe and she watched with anticipation as he pulled it out and laid it on the padded bench at the end of the bed. Her clothes were folded neatly on top and he took them out and stacked them to the side. But beneath there was a treasure trove—toys, clamps, restraints, lubricants, a flogger, a blindfold, and beads.
    “I wanted to be prepared,” she said. “Just in case.”
    His fingers traced over the black silk restraints and then he lifted them out of the suitcase, laying them on the bed. He took out the blindfold next, and just the sight of what was to come had her pussy weeping.
    “Open your legs for me,” he rasped. “Let me see how much you want me.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest and heat flushed beneath her skin. But she did as he asked and widened her legs so her petals were open to him.
    “Now touch yourself.”
    She hesitated. She’d masturbated plenty of times on her own, just to relieve sexual frustration or take the edge off, but masturbating in front of Riley had always seemed so personal. And it was a difficult thing for her to give up that control and have him watch her so intimately—where she couldn’t hide—where she went back and forth between losing herself in the pleasure and wondering what he saw when he looked at her.
    “You always hesitate,” he said, reading her mind. “Close your eyes and touch yourself for you. Show me what feels good. Where it feels good.”
    Maggie did as he asked and closed her eyes, focusing on her senses. Her body. The cool night air as it trailed across her skin. The heaviness of her breasts and the shallowness of each breath she took. The dampness between her thighs and the swollen folds that seemed to throb in time with every beat of her heart.
    She inhaled slowly, a deep breath, and her hands trailed across her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping the heavy mounds of flesh. She squeezed and