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the sunken tub. Once submerged, he sighed and allowed his thoughts to drift back to his woman.
    Yes, his.
    He who was considered ‘father of the gods’. One of the eight who constituted the Ogdoad. A deity without temples, he had mainly had existed in anonymity. Which was fine, but the fact that Chaya seemed content to ignore the link between them was not.
    Chaya.
    A woman who touched the basest part of him. With a groan of surrender to the craving that had been hounding him ever since he’d sampled the delicacy of Chaya. The quickie in his office hadn’t even begun to touch the amount of time he wanted to spend on her. With her. Inside her.
    With a curse, he rose from the heated pool and strode, naked, to his bed. Sinking down upon the massive mattress, he curved his hand around his erect cock. He closed his eyes and fantasised that it was Chaya gripping his shaft. That it was her slender fingers holding him and stroking him.
    He moved his hand up and down, his grip tight, almost as it had been when he’d sunk deep inside her. The air filled with the fragrance of Acacia, identical to the scent Chaya wore. Fisting faster, he pinched the head of his cock lightly before releasing it and moaning with pleasure. He took short breaths, never relenting in his strokes.
    Closer and closer he came to his release, only to back off and build it up again, until he couldn’t hold back any longer and, with a low roar, he came, his cock jerking in his hand.
    Exhausted, he relaxed into the mattress and closed his eyes. He didn’t require sleep, yet it seemed like the thing to do. The immense chamber was silent expect for his deep, methodical breaths. It hadn’t been nearly as fulfilling as it had been with Chaya but it would hold him for the moment.
    A moment that turned into a week.
    Seven days, and by the end of them he found himself annoyed. Yes, so he’d assumed she would come to him. Not only had she proven him wrong on that count, she’d also kept their interactions to the barest of minimums. He scowled as he left his office and headed for the rink. The practice today was later than normal.
    The moment he stepped onto the ice, he knew she wasn’t in the building but at work because of the later house. He spied Danny and returned the boy’s wave even as he searched for her. There would be ample time later to see her. And he’d be sure to insist upon it.
    After practice, he returned home and as he strode through his bedchamber, he paused at the sight of the half-naked woman reclining on her side by the steaming pool of water. She wore only a sea green, gauzy chiffon skirt, knotted to her full hips. There were three rows of gold beads and coins, which he knew would jingle when she walked. The material stopped just below the juncture of her thighs, exposing long, brown legs. A gold snake coiled around her upper left arm. Both items looked good against her dark skin. She trailed one hand through the warm liquid, appearing idle and uncaring.
    “Hello, Nun.” Her voice was as he remembered—a low alto.
    “I go by Linc now, Naunet,” he replied as he changed his own clothes with a wave of his hand and put himself in a pair of off-white, loose silk pants. “What are you doing here?”
    She turned eyes heavy with kohl to him. “Do I need a reason to come?”
    He lowered himself into a large chair and reached for a goblet of rich wine. While he drank, he stared at her. “No, I suppose not, but that doesn’t explain why you are here.”
    “There are rumours you have become enamoured with a human woman.”
    Another drink. “And you came to see if it was true.”
    Naunet shrugged and rolled into the water. When she surfaced, her long hair fell over her shoulders and she walked towards him through the water. She was as alluring as she always appeared, yet he felt nothing. Turning his gaze away, he yawned and gestured in her direction.
    “This human is mine, Naunet. Her and her boy.”
    “A boy?”
    “She has a son.”
    She