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other’s large, round breasts and somewhere in the room a man let out an enthusiastic howl.
    Laela’s heartbeat, which had been frantic enough already, now escalated into something wild and out of control. She’d never seen anything like this before—she didn’t even know two women could desire each other that way, nor that men would enjoy it so much!
    “That’s right, girls, nice and slow. Make it last.”
    The hot, raspy voice drew her gaze across the room to a dark-haired fellow probably around her own age, his equally dark eyes glued to the women.
    But Laela’s focus immediately shifted to the man at his side, for it was her handsome, sandy-haired fantasy lover! She nearly lost her breath at the sight of him, and even in the midst of her fear, her pussy went warm. Oh, to know   that   man as a wife knew a husband! To fuck him. She still didn’t quite know what it   was   to fuck, but already she burned to do it with   him .
    “Oh yes, girls, keep going,” the dark-haired young man said again, and Laela’s eyes returned to the center of the tavern where now one of the women licked the other’s
    nipple, dark pink and shiny with moisture. Both purred and moaned their pleasure,  and everything around Laela—from the bare-breasted women to her fantasy lover to  the hungry-eyed men whose musky scents hung all around her in the shadowy air— made her body hum with a tense excitement she’d never known.
    “Good of you to provide such titillating entertainment, Garon!” a voice bellowed  merrily from somewhere to Laela’s right.
    Her blond fantasy lover gave a short laugh. “I only pay them to serve the ale. But  can I stop them if they wish to seek their pleasure between filling goblets?”
    His dark-haired companion let out a guffaw. “We all know better than that, my  friend.”
    More masculine laughter buffeted the room, reminding Laela how out of place she was here—the only woman in the room not engaging in a sexual act for the patrons’ enjoyment.
    She tried to digest it all. Garon—his name was Garon. And he owned the tavern?  Yes, he must. But as to what exactly he paid the women for…no one elaborated on that
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    further, leaving her to wonder. Something dark and forbidden stirred low in her belly  as she tried to decipher an answer.
    That’s when she heard the thunder of hooves nearby, even above the tavern noises.  Her father’s horses were the only such animals anywhere in the vicinity, so she knew  his men, too, were headed toward the torches and laughter, searching for her! And  she’d wasted precious minutes being shocked and aroused and not doing anything to  save herself. “Pardon me, excuse me,” she said, suddenly pushing her way through the  throng of men surrounding her.
    “What do we have here?” a particularly burly fellow nearly twice her size asked as  he closed a hand around her shoulder.
    Suddenly, there was no   time   for fear, so she only glared at the big beast. “I must
    reach Garon. Unhand me!”
    The man flinched, letting go, and she pushed through the crowded room toward the handsome blond man whose sparkling blue eyes were now locked on hers. Of course, it seemed   lots   of men’s eyes were suddenly devouring her—even choosing to ogle   her   over the tawdry sight in the middle of the room—but she focused only on her fantasy lover. Not only was there no time for fear, there was no time for indulging her lust or shyness at the moment, either.
    Garon couldn’t have been more intrigued by the pretty little nymph making her way toward him through the crush of men filling his tavern. He’d never seen anyone appear more out of place—she looked like a bright, lone flower in a field of mud and grime. He knew instantly she was wealthy—the silk dress gave her away. And he knew she was innocent, too—the braid falling down her back told   that   tale.
    “You must hide me,” she insisted vehemently as she reached