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His face was a
little flushed and his skin damp with light perspiration as he rolled on the
condom and slicked himself up with lube.

Lori
practically howled with impatience until he parted her legs and stroked her
open with his fingers. Without prelude, he sunk two fingers into her channel,
curling them up to massage her g-spot.

She made an odd
throaty noise—almost like a purr—and arched her spine up off the mattress. As
he pumped his fingers inside her, she tried to concentrate enough to decide
what position she wanted to use today. They’d been experimenting and she now
had quite a few positions in her repertoire. But she couldn’t make her mind
work through her heated haze to settle on one to request of Ander tonight.

As it happened,
she didn’t need to. Instead of waiting for her lead, he muttered, “Why don’t
you turn over?”

She did as he
suggested automatically, her body clenching in excitement. His fingers remained
inside her as she rolled onto her stomach, and the feel of the penetration as
she shifted position was delicious and debauched.

Ander adjusted
his hand to accommodate her sprawl on her stomach and she almost whimpered in
pleasure as he fucked her with his fingers. Unconsciously, she lifted her
bottom to give him better access, and she felt his free hand stroking and
squeezing the soft flesh of her hips and ass.

“Oh, God, Ander,”
she gasped, her head jerking to the side as she felt a climax tightening inside
her already. “I need to come so bad.”

He made a
strange sound. A grunt, or something. And then he pulled his fingers out of her
wet, clinging channel. Before she could whine about the loss of penetration,
he’d replaced it with his cock.

He slid into
her with a smooth, hard stroke, and she bit back a cry of pleasure at the
tight, tantalizing feel of him inside her.

She managed to
look back over her shoulder at Ander. He was straddling her thighs and holding
her bottom high enough to allow his access. But Lori’s upper body was flattened
on the bed, and she felt helpless and deeply sexy at the same time.

She clawed at
the bedding and moved a pillow lower so she could bury her face into it if she
felt the need to scream.

When he began
to thrust, his presence hot and tense and powerful above her, she was pretty
sure she was going to need the pillow. The pressure of an orgasm was already at
its breaking point, and her body writhed and shook beneath his hard, steady
thrusts from behind.

“Oh God,” she
mumbled, burying her face in the pillow as the tension shattered in a hard
climax. She smothered her cry of release so it came out as a muffled mewing
sound. The tremors of her orgasm shook her whole body, and she heard Ander make
a guttural sound as her pulsing inner muscles tightened brutally around his
cock.

He kept
thrusting though, and she was able to turn her head and gasp for air as the
sensations finally leveled off. “More,” she rasped, fisting her hands in the
sheets as she prepared herself for more pleasure. “Please, more.”

He didn’t say
anything. He hadn’t said a word since he’d told her to turn onto her stomach.
But she could feel him intensely at her back. Some sort of intense vibrations
were radiating off of him, slamming into her, and spurring her on to even
higher need.

His rhythm
built back up, and the stroking of his cock into her tightened channel was hard
and almost raw. But she needed even more of it. She tried to pump her hips to
meet his, although her position allowed very little freedom of motion. His
pelvis slapped against the soft flesh of her bottom on every in-stroke, and the
wanton sound mingled with the bed’s shaking and their loud, desperate
breathing.

Then he wrapped
an arm around her hips until his hand found her swollen intimate flesh. He
rubbed her clit in a massage so urgent it was almost clumsy, and the additional
stimulation caused Lori to choke on new waves of pleasure.

She came again.
This time, she wasn’t prepared and she moaned and whimpered as she rode out the
pleasure, not finding the coordination to hide her face in the pillow. As she
contorted her face and sobbed out her second release, she heard Ander make a
rough, wordless sound behind her.

His rhythm grew
suddenly rough and choppy, and his hips pistoned against her ass. He kept
rubbing her clit, and her body was trapped between the conflicting sensations
of his fucking and his massage.

She shook and
shuddered as the tension tightened inside her again. His thrusts were rough and
urgent, and she could feel the heat of his body, hear the almost frantic sound
of his panting.

“Oh God,” she
choked, her spine arching and her head lifting involuntarily off the bed.
“Gonna come again.”

Without
warning, Ander was right behind her, on top of her, just at her back. Before
she knew what it meant, she felt his teeth on her skin as he bit down on the
dip of her shoulder.

She cried out
loudly—no pillow to muffle it—and came hard. As her body convulsed and the
spasms of pleasure sliced through her, she was conscious of Ander’s pelvis
jerking against her bottom. The stifled, guttural sounds he made as he climaxed
were drowned in her own cry of release.

She collapsed
forward when she finally came down, her body limp, sweaty, hot, and deliciously
sated. She felt Ander’s weight at her back, his hot breath against her neck and
shoulder. For just a moment, it felt wonderful—like he was as replete as she
was.

“Wow,” she
croaked. “Wow.”

He grunted.

“Wow. That was...wow.”

He grunted
again.

“That was...that
was incredible, Ander.” She’d never come so hard in her previous engagements
with Ander. She’d never come so hard in her life.

Then she felt Ander
pull his weight off of her and then pull his cock from her still clinging
channel. He stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and she heard
the water running. He was gone for a lot longer than normal, and she started to
wonder if something was wrong with him.

He hadn’t
seemed quite his normal self today, she realized. He hadn’t talked much, and he
hadn’t been as slow and attentive as normal.

Maybe he’d been
having a bad day. He seemed to be into the sex, but she figured he couldn’t feel
like being the patient, careful mentor every single evening. Plus, she’d
spurred them both into urgency tonight.

She hoped he
wasn’t upset about anything, though. She’d hate to have had such an amazing
time if he had been worried about something else.

When he finally
came back, he reached down to pull on his boxers like usual before he stretched
out on the bed beside her.

She studied his
face, but it revealed nothing but his typical, cool composure. “You all right?”

He blinked,
clearly surprised by the question. “Of course. You?”

She gave him a
crooked smile. “I’m pretty good.”

“The sex was
all right?” he asked, his eyes sharp and observant as if he were searching for
something in her expression.

Now, Lori was
incredibly confused. “Um, yeah. Did you miss it? All right is a massive
understatement.”

His face
relaxed slightly. “And you...you came enough?”

Lori frowned.
Surely he hadn’t been so distracted that he hadn’t even been paying attention
to the way she’d enjoyed the sex and her multiple orgasms. She knew theirs was
a professional relationship, but she didn’t like the idea of his focus being
elsewhere. In fact, it bothered her a lot. “Yes. Three times is pretty good. Is
it not enough for your ego?”

Ander relaxed
his expression even more. He even smiled at her. “My ego is doing all right.
Thank you.”

He seemed more
natural now, so she hoped it had just been a temporary distraction. She
certainly didn’t want Ander swooning over her like a tragic romance hero, but
she hated the idea that he was just going through empty motions with her. They
weren’t in love. They weren’t even friends. But they got along pretty well. And
she hoped that maybe he could enjoy the sex a little with her.

“So how was
your trip?” he asked, turning onto his side the way he usually did when they
chatted in between rounds of sex.

More
comfortable now that they’d fallen into their normal routine, she talked to him
for a while. She told him about her research in Hong Kong. Part of her knew she
needed to be careful, or he would figure out who she was when her next book was
released. Still, she couldn’t help sharing some of the funny stories and
interesting tidbits she’d discovered.

As they
chatted, she realized she hadn’t just missed the sex. She’d missed their
conversations. His wry, intelligent perspective and understated, dry humor.

When she asked
him about his month, he gave her no details. He never did. But he mentioned a
few books he’d read and a trip he’d made to Martha’s Vineyard. She assumed the
trip was part of a job, but she avoided asking for information about it. She
really didn’t want to know who’d hired him for the weekend trip or what they’d
done together.

“How did you
like that position just now?” Ander asked, after they’d fallen into
companionable silence after a long chat.

“Good.
Obviously.” Lori slanted him an ironic smile. “Is that a favorite one for men?”

“Rear entry
usually is.”

“I guess it
gives a man a caveman thrill.”

Ander arched an
eyebrow at her. “I suppose.”

Genuinely
curious, she asked, “Do
you
ever get a caveman thrill?”

He was staring
at the ceiling now and, at the question, he let out a slightly bitter chuckle.
“I don’t think there’s much caveman left of me.”

Lori frowned,
wondering what that meant. Wondering if he’d grown so cosmopolitan, cultured,
and cynical that he felt like all surface—no longer possessing core, innate
passions or drives.

The thought
made her a little bit sad.

She’d never
gotten much out of him about his background, beyond the little he’d said about
his parents and the loss of his hair. Several things he said implied he’d been
born wealthy. She knew he’d been to college and maybe even graduate school. And
she knew it was his bitter relationship with his father that had pushed him
into his chosen profession.

She didn’t know
if his life-choices were acts of revenge or desperation. Maybe they were both.

“I’m sure you
can act the caveman pretty well,” she said casually, realizing his eyes were
resting on her and not wanting him to know what she’d been thinking.

“Of course, I
can. Are you interested in that?”

She sneered at
him. “How many times do I have to say that I don’t want to pretend anything with
you?”

Ander gave a
half-shrug. “Just asking.”

“I know what
you can do. And do very well. So what
won’t
you do with one of your
clients?” Lori asked randomly, not even sure what prompted the question.

Raising his
eyebrows, he asked, “Looking to expand your repertoire?”

Lori snickered.
“No. I’m pretty happy with what we have going. I was just curious. Are there
things that you refuse to do as part of your services?”

“Of course.”

“What are
they?” When Ander hesitated, she added, “It might be good for me to know, so I
don’t accidentally ask for one of them.”

“I doubt that
would happen. I’m pretty good at sizing people up. You’re not into anything I
won’t do.” He spoke easily, naturally, and he looked relaxed and gorgeous
stretched out on the bed wearing just a pair of silk boxers.

Lori privately
wondered whether or not she was uncomfortable at his intimate knowledge of her
character—or at least at how deeply he believed himself to know her. “So you
really won’t tell me?”

“I won’t do
men,” he began.

Lori blinked.
It wasn’t what she expected him to begin with.

“It does come
up,” he explained at her blank look. “Not as much now, since I only work
through referrals. But I used to get a lot of requests.” He shook his head.
“It’s just personal preference. I work with women.”

Lori nodded,
somehow pleased with learning this fact about him, although she recognized her
satisfaction as irrational. “What else?”

“I no longer do
threesomes. I allow a third to watch but not to participate.”

“Why not? What
if both of them are women?”

Ander’s lip
gave an almost imperceptible twitch. The first one tonight. The sight of it
made her happy. “Honestly, a threesome is too much work. It’s too hard to focus
enough on two women at the same time. I invest a lot of thought and
concentration into each engagement, and I can’t work as effectively if my
attentions are torn between two women.”

“Interesting.”
She was starting to feel a little weird now. She couldn’t help but wonder how
much work and focus having sex with her had cost Ander. She pushed through the
foolish worry and prompted, “What else?”

“I don’t do
anal sex.”

“Why not?”

“For a number
of reasons. It takes a lot of time and effort to make the act comfortable, and
it’s done best with a level of trust that doesn’t exist between me and a
client. I provide romance, and the logistics of anal tends to spoil the mood.
Plus, it’s just too hard on the condom.”

“It is?”

Ander nodded
and blew out a breath. “The percentage of breakages is much higher with anal.
Not even the higher price I could charge makes it worth the risk.”

Lori didn’t
have to prompt him to continue his list again. He went on, “I don’t do hardcore
S&M. There’s not a high demand for that with my clients anyway, and it
doesn’t happen to be one of my talents. I refuse to do anything that has the
potential to do physical harm. No whipping, caning, significant bondage,
cutting off airways.”

Lori stared at
him. He wasn’t looking at her, but his face was perfectly sober.