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In this scene, it's the morning after Luc and Izzorah's first night together as lovers, and they are at the breakfast table.

Feast - Excerpt from Surrender Love

"Luc, can I help you get ready for your day?"

"Oh, Izzorah." A slow smile crossed Luc's face. "I may need a long, hot, sudsy shower and then help getting dry afterward."

A tender ache had Izzorah squirming in his seat. He offered a not-so-innocent smile. "We had that kind of shower before breakfast."

"Yes, we did." The man trailed a fingertip farther up Izzorah's arm, causing him to flush with heat. "But between now and then, I intend to work up a sweat. I'm going to need another one."

Izzorah squirmed again, spreading his legs farther apart.

"And then I'll need help to dress. Tuxedo affair. I'll teach you how to fasten everything. It's complicated. We may have to take everything off and put it back on a few times so you can practice."

They rose together and leaned across the table. Izzorah gripped Luc's robe to pull him close, deepening their kiss. The table dug into his thighs.

The servant's return with milk and coffee broke them apart.

Izzorah's cheeks flamed.

Luc reseated himself, a self-satisfied smile on his gorgeous face.

Biting into his lower lip, Izzorah resisted the urge to cast breakfast aside and feast on Luc instead.

The server poured more coffee and left.

The size of Luc's dark hands as they wrapped the white mug brought back memories of the night before. Those hands had held him, turned him, lifted him. Loved him. Izzorah had given himself over in complete trust. He'd rested in Luc's strong arms. Those loving hands had bathed him, soaped his chest and shampooed his hair. Those same tender hands had dried his skin and hair, lifting strands with patient fingers as he blew it dry.

Izzorah swallowed, his throat tight.

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Client or Friend?

As usual, Khyff's master hadn't allowed him to eat until he'd met his quota. First up: shower, clean clothes, food. Not necessarily in that order. He kept a few stale crackers hidden in his room for emergencies. He'd satisfied his last client, and was unscheduled the rest of the day. Or at least the next six hours.

Khyff bolted toward freedom.

"So you're an Antonello."

The way the client said it drew Khyff's attention. This particular client was one of the less odious. He didn't grab or cling, he was--thankfully--clean, and he tipped well. Still, the guy was paying for sex and Khyff had no choice. Being a pleasure slave meant you serviced the clients sent to you, or you suffered for it. In Khyff's case, refusing meant risking prison.

He would never go back there, no matter what they made him do here.

Khyff clenched his teeth and pasted on a smile. "Pardon?"

"Your last name." The guy continued getting dressed, seemingly in no hurry. "It's Antonello, right?"

"Why?"

"I never noticed before. It's right here on my receipt." He picked up his mobile and turned the screen toward Khyff. "I mean I've been here what... five times now?" He poked at the screen. "Whoa! Seven. Huh. I should have a free visit after three more."

Khyff choked back a retort. His master was giving away free visits with him? It would take hundreds of client visits to earn enough in his Freedom Savings Account so Khyff could buy himself. If his master was giving him away, it would take forever.

Khyff jerked open the door.

"You don't look like the other one."

Half a step into the hall, Khyff's heart stuttered. He made a slow pivot. "Other one?"

"The other Antonello. You look different."

The world went silent. Khyff came inside, shut the door and leaned against it. "So I'm sure I heard right. You know another Antonello."

"Yeah. I saw the name, and figured you had to be related. Antonello's not common. Not on Kelthia. I'm guessing you don't have much family here."

Good guess. More than three quarters of the world's population was black-skinned. Khyff had blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Could this be a link to his missing mother? Did the client know her? Khyff fought the hope that rose within him. It had been how many years? No, he would not allow himself to hope. When you hoped, people could hurt you more.

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