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black. Like then, Tarrel’s distracted gaze took a dive.
    “Ever been in a sandwich before?” he asked, laughing.
    Oh, God. Why did that suggestion make her stomach drop and roll right into the path of that delicious tingle starting at her pussy? He had to have heard her gasp.
    She looked away from him as Aleena pulled the black panties away from Neela’s belly and down her legs. The bra clasp came next. It was a shame King Thrax wouldn’t see her pretty garments. She’d bought them especially for this occasion.
    “I hope Thrax intended to ask my opinion on the matter,” she said when she’d regained her voice.
    Tarrel stepped up beside her, already naked. “Does it matter? You’re his for the duration,” he said tightly.
    “His. Not yours.”
    He dropped his hands on his lean hips. His jaw clenched.
    “Are you saying you’re finished with me?”
    Not even close, she realized. The nearer he stood, the faster her pulse raced. Human type sexual attraction made clear thought a challenge.
    Tarrel tipped up her chin, a wicked smile on his lips. “I didn’t think so.”
    Aleena led her to the edge of the water. It lapped at her toes as warm as a bath. She kept walking down the gradual incline. Two of the other women met her and took a hand each, leading her deeper still.
    Aleena left her and Neela anxiously looked back. “Where are you going?”
    “I’ll return with your garments in a few moments.”
    Neela nodded, although the woman didn’t need her approval and was moving away to see to her task. She heard Tarrel join his two assistants, but kept her back to him. Somehow standing in the water naked, the hands of total strangers on her as they cleaned her, made her feel more vulnerable than confessing her desire for Tarrel in the shuttle.
    She couldn’t say it was more revealing than the tears she’d shed after the most profound sexual experience of her life with him. This was different. Not awkward, but she felt atypically shy. Perhaps it was the sweet melody of splashing water from the falls, or the swish when they leaned her backward to rinse her hair and the way it felt weightless in the water. When the water broke over her breasts, she found herself arching her back so that they glistened in the natural light.
    She knew she was being watched. She knew the women who cleaned her and the man she’d flown with were admiring her body as much as she wanted them to. So why did it make her feel flush with timidity and increase the rapid pounding of her heart.
    The women floated her whole body, her feet coming off the bottom. Her pubis broke the surface, tickled by the edge of water that lined her body. Delicate hands supported her back and thighs. Gently her legs were opened.
    Neela stiffened.
    “Relax, Neela. You need to be readied.” Aleena’s muffled voice reached her through the thin barrier of water over her ears.
    Warm skin brushed her cheek, and Neela turned her head to see. Tarrel’s heavy lidded gaze blinked back at her upside down where he floated beside her. Touching, but not linked, they were nonetheless connected.
    Soapy hands rubbed her shoulders and arms as the four women continued to clean them. Utterly relaxed and completely aroused, her body continued to awaken under their dedicated pursuit. The hands moved over her, each woman beginning at one extreme and moving toward the middle. The woman at the top smoothed soapy hands over her breasts.
    Neela bit her lip to keep from making noise.
    They massaged her, avoiding her nipples until they were tight and desperate. The water drying on them only added to her growing impatience. Finally, slim fingers feathered over the aching tips, circled the areola and skimmed back over her nipples with an edge of nail.
    Neela whimpered. A long, low groan left Tarrel at the same time as she could only imagine he was getting the same preparatory treatment.
    Her thighs parted wider as the other woman moved between her legs. The fabric from the attendant’s