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you a year or two behind her?‖
       ―I never thought of that, but you're probably right. If her prix is higher than mine, she can gloat in my face.‖
       ―If you win…‖
       ―I doubt we'll see or hear from Azura again.‖
       ―Watch your back,‖ Colette warned.
       Nodding, Eden thought, And my front as well.

    Every muscle quivering, Eden stood in her shower. Grateful for the pounding water that washed away her body makeup, she longed for bed and sleep. But she knew she wouldn't—could not—sleep until her body relaxed and her exhilaration subsided. Emptiness assaulted her pussy and made her knees go weak. She wanted sex. Craved it as she lusted for Jovian chocolate. Her body was at its zenith, needing only a cock or spear or shaft…a man.
        Perhaps two men?
       Even though she'd focused on her routine, she'd been aware of two men whose eyes never left her the entire performance. Her subconscious remembered the similarities in their muscular bodies and their chiseled faces. Dark hair curled over their high foreheads. She could not see the color of their eyes, but their noses seemed like blades, their clean-shaven jaws, hard and square.
       Now, recalling their height, she wondered how their bodies would fit with hers. If they both won her, which would claim her maidenhead and would the other resent he hadn't been her first? And later would they, the three of them, have sex together or would the men take her one at a time? And was she counting hen's teeth before they'd sprouted?
       Her mind filled with erotic images, her breasts swelled and her nipples ached. Her pussy seeped as if preparing for their penetration. She could ease the lust coursing through her, the relentless pounding of blood that raged through her veins. Instead, she schooled herself to patience and savored the myriad sensations—need and longing holding sway above all others—flowing over and through her.
        Sweet Goddess, please do not let them choose another. Her lips quirking a wry smile, she added to her previous prayer. Above all, please, please, please don't let them choose Azura!

       When Eden returned to the lounge, she spotted Azura clinging to the two men Eden wanted for herself. Kamal, much taller than the Sednan courtesan and slightly taller than Kaliq, tried to slide Azura's arm from his. A useless effort, since Azura's forearm and hand slithered right back.
        Octopus! Eden focused on Kaliq. He made no attempt to disengage the creature snuggling her breast into the muscular arm she clenched so tightly.
        Men! They always fall victim to the obvious flirt while more subtle women go wanting!
       As if her scathing thoughts had broadcast the width of the room, the men's gazes focused sharply on Eden. In unison, they bowed to Azura , then stripped her hands from their arms. They strode to Eden like a matched pair of stallions.
       Resisting the urge to fan her heating face, she watched them. They wore the traditional tribal garb of Sedna—cropped, sleeveless vests barely covered their warrior-firm chests and left their arms—muscled biceps she couldn't envelope with both her hands—exposed to the admiration of dozens of courtesans, students and competitors alike. Rippled abs lured Eden's gaze lower. Narrow hips held up billowing, gauzy pantaloons, their bulging cocks and sacs concealed by opaque red fabric.
       Eden's fingers curled as if they surrounded those male appendages. Her throat closed, making it impossible to swallow, but her pussy wept…longing to take their tumescence within.
       Drawing a careful breath, she forced her gaze lower still, taking in lightly haired, powerful thighs and calves and large, endearingly elegant sandaled feet.
       Magnificent, she thought, her held breath easing out on a sigh.
       Their nostrils flared and lust fired in their eyes. Green. Their eyes are the color of Jovian emeralds with streaks of Plutonian silver .