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pulled him in closer, pressing herself against him until their faces were inches apart. His erection pressed into her stomach and she felt his chest vibrate against her breasts as he moaned. She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as the captain came in behind her, his strong fingers gripping her hips as his long hardness pressed into her ass and his hot mouth found her neck.
    Zoa moaned at the sensation, but her eyes were on Jeric. She raised herself on tiptoe, sliding her body against both the erections currently pressed against her, until her lips were pressed against his cheek.
    “Jeric,” she whispered, her lips moving against him. “I can give you what you want.” She tilted her head, locking her gaze with his. “I can give you release.”
    Jeric’s eyes widened and he pushed her away. She stumbled back into the captain’s arms, breathless and confused. She held out her hand again, but Jeric moved out of reach.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, dragging his hands through his short hair. “I really don’t think I’m up for this.”
    “Jeric,” the captain said, reaching out for his friend. “It’s all right.”
    “No,” Jeric said, sharper now. He was looking down, avoiding both their eyes. “You go ahead, enjoy yourselves. I’m going to go get a drink.”
    Zoa started to say something, but the captain’s hand tightened on her shoulder.
    “Have it your way,” he said, smiling. “But you’re welcome back whenever you like. We’ll be here all night.”
    “I know,” Jeric said, his voice shaking as he turned for the curtained door. “Have fun.”
    Zoa sighed as he left. That had gone terribly wrong. Maybe she’d been too forward? But as soon as the worry crossed her mind, something inside her rejected it. A confidence not her own told her firmly that all was well, the hook was in deep. He would return. Zoa smiled at the feeling and offered a silent prayer of thanks to her goddess.
    The captain, meanwhile, stepped away, flopping down on her silk-strewn bed with a sigh. “Do you have something to drink?”
    “Of course.” Zoa took a heavy glass bottle and two bone cups from the cabinet by the door. She poured them each a finger of clear liquor and sat down beside him. The captain took the cup she offered with muttered thanks and took a long draught.
    “Did I offend him, do you think?”
    “I don’t think so,” Zoa said, taking a sip from her own drink. “This is his first night here, right? It’s probably overwhelming. He’ll be back.”
    The captain looked at her. “How do you know?”
    Zoa gave him a long smile. “My dear Captain, if war is your profession, love is mine. You gain good instincts when you make your living in the pleasure houses.”
    The captain laughed at that and drained his cup. “I know better than to question a professional,” he said when he was finished. “So,” he looked at her almost sheepishly. “What now?”
    Zoa’s smile widened. “Now,” she said, setting her cup on the wooden ledge beside her bed. “We give him a reason to come back.”
    The captain started to chuckle, but his laughter died as Zoa climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He stared up at her with wide eyes, and then, in a lightning-fast motion, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss with gusto, grinding down as his hands slid over the thin silk of her dress to grip her ass and pull her tighter against his erection.
    But even as the need of his kisses threatened to overwhelm her senses, a part of Zoa was all too aware of the man standing on the opposite side of her curtained door, his need and frustration a thorn in her mind. Even as the captain’s hands moved from her backside to her shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress down to free her breasts, her pussy ached for the man with dark hair and burning eyes, the man she knew wanted her just as badly, but whose pride and fear kept him away.
    Well, Zoa thought as she undid the