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cock inside her.
    “Oh, sweet Jesus!” This was going to be the hardest assignment she’d worked to date.
    Yasmin wasn’t a virgin. She’d had a few partners, the last being the man who’d betrayed her trust and gotten her fired from INTERPOL. She had to remind herself she didn’t need the complications of a lusty sex life. Not when she was playing the part of an Arabian princess on her way to meet her future husband. The last thing she needed was for Khalid to find her in bed with her bodyguard. In London, she might get away with such behavior. In Riyadh, she might be stoned to death.
    Think stones.
    Planting those two words in her head should have done the trick, but she could only think of how rock-solid Ben appeared. His muscles could have been carved out of granite. And his cock…sweet heaven.
    Her pussy creamed, and she gripped the comforter to keep herself from running into the other room and begging Ben to take her now. Hard and fast. Again and again.
    She slipped her hand beneath her nightgown and cupped a breast. What would Ben’s hand feel like? Would he be tender? Would he squeeze her nipples? Maybe even bite them?
    Yasmin moaned. As far as she knew, the bedroom didn’t have cameras. She hadn’t found listening devices, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. At that moment, she didn’t care. Getting out of the flimsy nightgown became her top priority. Grabbing the hem, she yanked it up over her head and flung it across the room. So much for her plan to tease the big SEAL. She’d only managed to work herself into a frothing mass of lust. If she didn’t take care of it herself, she wouldn’t sleep a wink.
    I can do this myself . I don’t need a man to get off. She’d pleasured herself a number of times, usually with BOB, her battery-operated boyfriend. Tracing a line from the tip of one nipple to the other, she circled the tightly beaded tips several times, warming to the task. Then she trailed a finger down her torso to the mound of curls at the apex of her thighs.
    Yasmin drew in a deep breath and glanced around the room, praying a camera wasn’t recording her every move. She wouldn’t mind if Ben were on the other side of the lens, watching as she dipped a finger into her wet channel and swirled until the digit was loaded with her juices, then she drew a line from her entrance to the little strip of heated flesh tucked between her folds.
    “Ah, yes.” She stroked once and drew in a sharp breath as the first tingle shot through her. Another moan rose up her throat, escaping into the cavernous room, proving to herself she didn’t need a man to make her come. She could do this.
    Again, she stroked, and more tingles rippled from her center outward. Yasmin twisted in the sheets, parting her legs wider. Closing her eyes, she imagined Ben lying between her legs, his tongue where her finger was, licking her in that place packed with highly sensitive nerves, begging to be touched, nipped and sucked until she came apart into a million little pieces. Oh, God, if only Ben was there.
    The door to the bedroom swung open with a bang. “Are you all right?” Ben stood in the doorway, dressed in his trousers and nothing else.
    Caught in the throes of her self-induced passion, Yasmin stared, her eyes wide, her finger still pressed to her clit. “What are you doing in here?” she said, her voice shaky, her breathing ragged.
    “I thought you might be hurt. I heard moaning…” His gaze swept over her naked body, zeroing in on the hand between her legs.
    “So, now you know,” she whispered. “I can do this myself.”
    He stood for a moment, his trousers pulling tightly over the ridge growing bigger by the second beneath his fly. Ben shot a glance around the room. His attention returned to her, and he took another step into the room. “Why do it yourself when you have me to help?”
    Yasmin tried, but she couldn’t manage to take a full breath as the SEAL crossed the room and stood at the end of