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relented, but laid the back of her wrist across her eyes instead, unable to completely bare her tumultuous emotions, even to a treasured friend. Her pulse thrummed too loudly in her own ears, a seductive drumbeat. Need was choking her, mortifying her. She smothered another moan. “Hurry. Let’s be done with it. Please. He’s bound to return soon.”
    Michaela’s red lips parted. “All right,” she whispered. “Love me, Via.” At this familiar signal, Silvia’s eyes fluttered open and caught Michaela’s. Her hand went low between them, over Michaela’s rounded belly and high between her stockinged thighs. Her fingers trembled, slipping between warm folds that had so recently accommodated another lover. She found her ready, still moist with Lord Satyr’s ejaculate.
    â€œDo you feel his spend?” Michaela murmured at her ear.
    Silvia swallowed. Nodded.
    â€œGood. Oh, I wish you could know him in that way, too, Via. Could know the pleasure he can give.”
    Silvia’s brow knit in confusion. “Wh—?”
    â€œShhh.” Through half-closed eyes, she watched Michaela’s lips come closer. A truly talented Companion could bring on an orgasm with a mere kiss. Her dearest friend was so gifted.
    â€œI’m going to come.” And then Michaela pressed her sweet mouth to Silvia’s mouth, kissing her with lips Lord Bastian Satyr had kissed. The taste of him lingered on her here as well, and it acted upon Silvia like a sweet aphrodisiac. A slight pressure came on her clit, then a tug, and . . .
    The climax that had been building within her since she’d first arrived to find Lord Satyr mounting Michaela in this very room now broke over her in rolling, delicate, joyous waves. Distantly, she heard Michaela come as well, for Silvia’s slightest carnal touch had always quickly incited her to release. Silvia curled away from her, onto her side, as exquisite pulses rippled high between her legs, squeezing, then releasing only to squeeze again.
    Michaela’s body curved around hers, her arm wrapping itself at Silvia’s waist, offering shelter as she’d done when they were young. “My dear, darling Silvia.” A kiss brushed her hair.
    Ah, this was heaven. This feeling of closeness. This tender, shared climax. They clung together as their breathing slowed, as the tumult eased. But these moments were bittersweet, for this would likely be their last such encounter.
    They’d discovered this reciprocal talent for giving pleasure years after they’d been initiated as Vestals. They’d been told they were to serve the goddess for three decades—Michaela as a Vestal Companion; Silvia as one of the Vestal Virgins. And as time had passed, their bodies had ripened and their friendship had grown, and become more. Denied other outlets for their passions, they had turned to each other. The Atrium House was adjacent to the temple where Vesta’s flame burned, and Silvia still remembered how the firelight had limned Michaela’s body that first time they’d coupled.
    Sighing inwardly, Silvia lifted the arm at her waist and pulled away. From now on, things must be different. Michaela’s loyalty lay elsewhere, with Lord Satyr. Silvia had pushed her away often enough, unable to give all of herself to anyone. So be it.
    Uneasy now with what had passed between them, she shoved her plain shift down and rolled to sit up, eyes averted. She had never felt the full, wild heat of passion that Michaela had often described finding with her other lovers. Wasn’t sure she ever wanted to bare herself to another partner so completely. And she most definitely wished to avoid any discussion of feelings in the aftermath of coitus. Unlike Michaela, who relished such talk.
    â€œI took a look around, while you were . . . otherwise engaged,” Silvia said, anxious not to dwell on what they’d done. On what she perceived as a moment of