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were a delicious feast. It felt so normal, which Lara could only attribute to Farima’s ease. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t completely freaking out. Apparently the princess must be pleasured by this exotic and lovely servant woman on a regular basis, because Lara felt no nervousness, no disgust, no reservations when the woman’s soft hands began to stroke the insides of her thighs until she couldn’t have closed her legs if she wanted to.
    And she didn’t. Reece seemed more than eager to watch another woman pleasure her.
    It was probably one of his grandest male fantasies—watching two women make love.
    Maisha massaged Lara’s swollen labia with her thumbs, working the flesh with a touch that made Lara’s pussy seep with excitement. Maisha flicked her tongue over Lara’s clit, in a technique much different from Reece’s. Lara’s back arched as orgasm approached quickly. Damn, the woman knew exactly how to make her come. Maisha’s massaging thumbs dipped into Lara’s pussy and Lara let go. Lara was still shuddering when Maisha began to clean up her flowing juices, first with the flat of her tongue and then a gentle sponging that squirted cool water inside her stil clenching pussy.
    “Are you relaxed now, my princess?” Maisha asked.
    “Yes,” Lara murmured hoping that would deter the pair of them from deciding she needed another orgasm to relax her. Not that she was complaining, she just wasn’t sure if she could handle another one at the moment.
    “I think a nap will do her good,” Reece said. “The desert heat was taxing on her.” No, the three orgasms within an hour were taxing on her.
    Reece climbed from the water and wrapped Lara in the drying cloth she was sprawled across. He lifted her into his arms.
    “Let me know if you need any help with her, Nasir,” Maisha said with a calm smile.
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” Reece said.

Chapter Three
    Lara had been kissed, towel dried, kissed some more and was now lying face down across her soft, silken bed. The smooth fabric rubbed against her skin, making her acutely aware of her shaved mound. She’d never completely shaved it before. It felt so exposed. So open. So needy. Reece straddled her thighs and worked scented oil into the skin of her back. This was a thousand times better than a day spa. Being bathed, given multiple orgasm and now a sensual massage from the sexiest man who’d ever lived. What more could a girl ask for? Reece had the perfect touch for this, firm but not harsh. Her muscles felt like well-worked clay.
    “I think I could handle living like this every day for the rest of my life,” she murmured. “Best leap ever. Let’s stay here forever.”
    “You’re not upset about Nasir’s lack of weebles anymore?”

    “Apparently you don’t need them to give me pleasure.”
    “But what about my pleasure?”
    Lara lifted her head to look at him. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. You must be suffering.”
    “Oddly, I’m not. I’ve been hard for quite a while now, but my nuts don’t ache at al .” Lara cringed. “That makes me feel even worse for you. Is there something I can do for you? You’ve been pampering me for hours.”
    “You could agree to marry me.”
    “I thought I already said yes in the future,” she said.
    He was quiet for several minutes, his hands unmoving on her lower back. “But you don't remember it,” he said quietly.
    “Then tell me about it.”
    He sighed and dumped more oil on her lower back. “I've been thinking. Maybe it's best to make new memories. Ones we both remember.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “What do you think?”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I think that's a good idea.” He smiled so brightly her heart faltered. “So, you'll marry me?”
    “Hmm,” she said. “Keep doing what you're doing while I think it over.”
    “Tease,” he accused, shifting back and kneading her lower back again.
    She sighed contentedly. His hand moved lower, caressing her buttocks