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him at first, but he knew her body well. In a couple inches then out one, then in again until he was lodged balls deep. He paused for a moment, and the rubber of the vibrator steadily breached her pussy until she was completely filled.
    With a flick of his wrist the vibrator turned on to full blast, shocking every nerve ending and causing a hell of a climax to rush through her. He fucked her through the contractions in her pussy, moaning as her ass tightened on him. Her body didn’t stay empty for even a second. She came to reality, panting and exhausted to find him still steadily pumping inside of her. He pulled the vibrator from her pussy and tossed it next to her, grabbing her hips, all of his focus on his own pleasure. She closed her eyes and weathered the ride, taking his thrusts and his passion. He gave a low groan and thrust into her one last time, his balls slapping against her flesh, as he came long and hard.
    He caught himself on his arms and withdrew slowly, her ass letting him go in small increments. He fumbled with the fabric around her wrists and then her hands were free. Mason helped her lower them from her back and turned her over, arranging both of them until she lay in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. He used the arm encircling her to rub feeling back into her limbs as they stared at the ceiling and caught their breath.
    “I don’t mean for this to diminish all the other times we’ve made love,” he rumbled. “But. Wow.”
    “Mmmm.” She turned her head and kissed his chest. “We need to do this more often.”
    “Have crazy wild sex?”
    “Yup.” She rolled over and stacked her hands on his chest. “I love our sex life. But I think it’s nice to toss in moments like this.” She left the rest unsaid: if something happened to either of them, she wanted no what-ifs, no regrets.
    They knew each other so well she didn’t need to say it. He drew her closer and pressed a light kiss on her lips.

Veiled Seduction: Veiled, Book 2

Chapter Five
    “You need to get married.”
    “Mmm.”
    “I mean it, Maira, you’re going to be twenty-five in just a few weeks. That’s the perfect age for marriage.”
    Maira sighed. Only her mother would have marked out a window of marriageable age for her daughters. She allowed her parent’s softly accented voice to flow over her while she effectively zoned out. There wasn’t much to distract herself with in the tiny cramped office she shared with other doctors. After she counted the babies in the poster someone had hung on the back of the door—and what sick person put babies in pots anyway?—she started to sort through the paper on her desk.
    “…turn your skin lighter!”
    She frowned and readjusted the phone between her shoulder and her ear. “What?”
    “I said, your aunt told me that your cousin used this cream that promises to turn your skin two shades lighter in a month. You know Rabiah got engaged last week.”
    “Let me get this straight. You want me to bleach my skin so I can land a husband?”
    “It’s a cream. It’s not a bleach.”
    “What it is is a gimmick. Come on, Mom.” Really, why was she surprised? Her mother was constantly trying to fix her defects so she could become more attractive to a good man.
    Men do like doctors, sweetheart, but try not to act too smart.
    It’s nice that you have height, so why don’t you wear flats? That way you won’t tower so much.
    You need to get out of those scrubs. None of your colleagues are going to be attracted to someone they see as just a coworker.
    “I think it could work.”
    “I like my skin the color it is, Mom,” she said, as mildly as she could.
    “You’re getting irritated.”
    “No, I’m not.”
    “I think I’ll come down and visit you.”
    Without making a sound, she slapped her hand against her forehead. Her parents lived about two hours away. When she’d taken this job, it had been a nice change to be within driving distance of her family after she’d been