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it into motion soon. Well, here it was. A hell of a plan.
    She didn’t know who he really was, but one thing was clear, Dante was no pleasure servant. If Captain Jolen knew enough about the carnal arts to detect a fraud, Dante wouldn’t be the only one to suffer the consequences.
    “Well, Priestess, I’m as naked as the Saint commands me.”
    The captain’s mocking voice tugged Sophia’s attention back just in time to see him tossing aside the rest of his armor. True to his word, he stood on the steps in all his naked glory. If not for the haughty, arrogant look in those startling blue eyes, she might have considered him handsome. His lean lines and broad shoulders didn’t come close to Dante’s raw power or feral grace, but the Captain could hold his own against any laboratory-crafted Central Command officer.
    “Very well.” She bowed at the waist and swept out an arm in the direction of the garden. “You may enter.”
    He did, leaving his friends to stare in uncomfortable silence. The captain swept past Sophia and marched toward Dante with single-minded determination. The crowd parted for him, recognizing the stride of a Central Command officer even without the rattle of the plate armor to mark him as such.
    Stopping a few inches away from Sophia’s captive, he reached out and cupped Dante’s soft sac in the palm of his hand. Sophia grimaced, but Dante only stared at the man with grim understanding. For a moment, they assessed one another like two warriors meeting on the battlefield.
    Then Dante smiled and the spell was broken. He dropped to his knees, dislodging the Captain’s hand from his balls in the process. Despite herself, Sophia exhaled a sigh of relief.
    Dante reached around the officer and cupped his firm ass in both hands. “I didn’t know I’d be evaluated by a government official,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Or else I’d have practiced more.”
    Captain Jolen grunted. His cock stiffened, straining against the planes of his abdomen. “I’m told the carnal arts aren’t as much a skill that can be learned as they are a talent. In any case, Saint Valentine’s pleasure servants are the best in the quadrant.”
    Sophia couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped her throat. So he was familiar with their graduates. Great. She might as well have signed the death warrant of everyone who lived on Academy grounds.
    Dante lowered his head demurely, though not before Sophia caught the glint of feral rage beneath the surface of those limpid green eyes. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch, along with her libido. If he played along, at least they had a chance of convincing this man that Dante was who she said he was. Not a good chance, granted, but a chance nevertheless.
    Caressing the Captain’s ass with his broad palms, Dante rubbed his cheek against the man’s outer thigh like the feline he was, his gaze never leaving Sophia’s.
    At once, she knew what she had to do. Dante needed her as much as she needed him.
    Without a moment’s hesitation, she untied the blue silk sash that kept her robe closed. The material fluttered over her skin like a lover’s caress. With a shrug of her shoulders, it slid down the length of her arms to pool onto the grass.
    “It’s a real shame we’ve had to keep Dante hidden for so long,” she said, watching his eyes widen at the sight of her as he drew back. “Someone needs to enjoy his remarkable talents. If we’d sold him sooner, perhaps he wouldn’t have run away.”
    Captain Jolen tangled his fingers in Dante’s curls, pulling him forward. “An insubordinate pleasure servant? You haven’t been doing your job, Head Priestess.”
    Sophia’s skin prickled and a wry retort settled on her tongue, but she bit it back, content to hang back and watch. For now.
    “A male servant needs a man’s touch,” the Captain continued, yanking Dante’s head back cruelly so he was forced to look into his eyes. “Only at the hands of another man will he learn the most