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“It’s not worth
the risk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I’d be as careful as possible, but I
can’t guarantee no accidents or flukes. As I said, there’s not a high demand
for it anyway with my clients. They’re looking for romantic fantasies, for the
most part. So I don’t do anything beyond silk bindings for a limited period of
time and the occasional spanking.”

“Huh,” she
said, mulling over what he’d told her. She’d honestly had visions of him
performing all kinds of sleazy acts of depravity and she wasn’t sure what to
make of his calm, rational explanation of his professional choices.

“Are you
disappointed in my white-bread ways?” he asked, with another twitch of his
lips.

She giggled.
“Don’t laugh at me. I just never thought about it before. I don’t blame you for
being as careful as possible, though. You’re fortunate in that you’re able to
choose only what you’re comfortable with.”

“Yes. In that,
I know I’m fortunate.”

Something sober
entered the mood between them with his comment, and they lay in silence for a
few minutes.

Then she asked,
“Have any of your clients ever fallen in love with you?”

His face grew
oddly still. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know.
I just wondered. You’re a really attractive man who’s really good at sex. And
you usually act out a romantic role, if I understand you correctly. It must be
hard for some of your clients to separate fantasy from reality. That’s why I
prefer it this way.” She gestured between their bodies to capture her point.
“It keeps things clear.”

Ander nodded
slowly, not meeting her eyes. “Yes. Some of my clients have fallen in love with
me. Or at least, in love with the fantasy I give them.”

“What do you
do?”

“Nothing,
unless they approach me outside of our professional engagements. If they do, I
no longer do business with them.”

“Have you ever
been stalked by clients who refused to end things?”

“Yes. Twice.”

Lori sucked in
a breath, although she could see how it might happen. “What did you do?”

“The first
woman’s family stepped in and got her psychological care. The second woman was
arrested when she tried to kill me.”

Gasping again,
she sat up straight on the bed. “She tried to kill you?”

Ander nodded,
but his face was closed off, so she didn’t push for the rest of the story.
Sometimes, over the last few months, she’d pushed too hard and Ander had shut
down and wouldn’t be genuine with her for the rest of the evening. She was
careful now.

“Have you ever
been arrested?” she asked, purposefully changing the subject.

“No.”

Lori stared at
him, almost disbelieving.

“I’m extremely
careful,” he explained. “And now I only work through referrals. I do my
research on all new clients before we discuss terms of any kind.” When Lori
nodded, he lifted his eyebrows again. “Any more to this little inquisition?”

“Sorry,” she
said, smiling ruefully. “I’m just nosy, and I don’t know anything about all this.”

“You don’t
really need to know all the background for our engagements to be successful.”

“Well,” Lori
said, sticking out her chin at his cool, lofty tone. “I
want
to know.”

Ander’s lip
twitched.

She scowled at
him, although she wasn’t genuinely annoyed with his obvious amusement. He
really was irresistible when he repressed a smile that way. He only
occasionally showed her the practiced smile anymore—the sensual, urbane one she
despised.

Her eyes
drifted down to take in his bare chest, lingering on the tight muscles of his
belly. His boxers were riding low on his lean hips, and she found the waistband
strangely tempting.

Randomly, she
wondered what he’d do if she just yanked his boxers down without warning. She
was hit with the overwhelming urge to do so.

She resisted.
Such a gesture seemed too presumptuous and intimate for the nature of their
relationship. It wasn’t like they were a couple where such a playful, teasing
act would be natural.

When her eyes
drifted back up to his face, she caught his eyes lower on her own body than her
face. Had he been leering at her the way she’d been leering at him? His eyes
adjusted quickly, focusing on her face with a casual smile. But she felt
weirdly self-conscious and glanced down at herself. Her beautiful silk gown was
wrinkled and disarranged. Her breasts were full, but the clingy gown didn’t
give her as much support as a bra would have. Her belly and waist were trim,
but her hips and ass were curvier than she’d like.

It was nice to
think he’d been admiring her gorgeousness but she wasn’t entirely convinced.

All of these
reflections were giving her definite ideas, however. She rolled over to glance
at the clock and was relieved to see that it wasn’t even ten yet.

They had a lot
of time. She’d already had three amazing orgasms this evening, and she had this
gorgeous, talented man at her disposal for two more hours. Plenty of time for
more.

She grinned at
him, feeling remarkably pleased with herself.

Ander chuckled.
“Why do I suddenly feel like a piece of meat?”

Lori laughed
too and spontaneously rolled on top of him, loving the feel of his hard, lean
body beneath her. They were both grinning now, and their gazes met and
lingered.

Something warm
filled her chest as they smiled at each other, and she leaned down unconsciously
before she jerked to a stop with a gasp.

She wasn’t
entirely positive, but she might have just almost kissed him. Without having
any intention of doing so.

It was
inevitable, she supposed. The lines in a relationship like theirs were bound to
get a little blurred. In general, she was doing a good job keeping things in
perspective. One near slip-up wasn’t the end of the world, so she wouldn’t let
it bother her.

But her heart
was pounding painfully as she stared down at Ander. His lips were parted slightly
and the expression in his blue-gray eyes transformed from warm to deep to a
little confused.

Distracted by
the memory of what he’d said the minute before, she frowned and asked, “I don’t
really make you feel like a piece of meat, do I?” She still occasionally
suffered from lingering guilt over participating in prostitution, even in a
context such as this. And she really didn’t want to objectify Ander more than
his profession would necessitate.

His eyebrows
drew together and the smile faded from his lips. “No. You don’t.”

“Good.” It only
took her a minute to recover her bright mood and excitement. She grinned down
at him again and stroked his chest with her palms. She straddled his hips and
spent a few minutes exploring his body and trying to figure out what kind of
caresses pleased a man the most.

Despite the
number of times she and Ander had had sex, she’d generally done more receiving
than giving.

After a few
minutes of stroking and fondling—and a few experimental kisses on his chest and
abdomen—she could feel Ander tightened beneath her. The muscles of his belly
and thighs had visibly tensed. She felt a strange thrill of power at the
ability to cause such a response in a man as cool and composed as Ander.

He was letting
her do this. And he wasn’t close to out of control. But still...

She could see
his erection growing under the slick fabric of his boxers. She was definitely
turning him on.

Unless he was
just doing his mental thing and trying to affirm her self-confidence.

She frowned at
that thought. But as her hands lingered at his waistband with a silent question
and he nodded mutely, she had trouble believing it was all an act. He was
perspiring again and his body was palpably tense. When she gently pulled down
his underwear, his cock was close to fully erect.

“May I?” she
asked, clearing her throat when her voice broke. She’d never caressed him
intimately before. She always wondered if that was off-limits unless she paid
for a blow job.

He nodded
again, something quiet and intense in his gaze. His eyes had been focused on
her face, but they lowered to where her hands wrapped around his erection.

He sucked in a
sharp breath as she felt and squeezed his firm, warm shaft. He hardened even
more beneath her touch.

His subtle
responses were turning her on with remarkable speed. She shifted a little,
uncomfortably aroused despite the sex she’d had not long before.

She fondled and
explored his shaft and balls for several minutes, until she was almost
squirming with arousal and Ander was having trouble lying still. He kept
adjusting slightly, moving his hips or his arms. His body had clenched up like
a fist, but he hadn’t spoken. And he hadn’t pulled away.

“Ready?” he
asked when she moved her hands away, letting his cock rest on his lower belly.
His voice was thick.

“Yeah.”

He sat up and
eased her down onto her back. “Foreplay?” he asked, smoothly pushing slippery Chinese
silk up past her thighs and hips.

She shook her
head against the pillow. “That was enough for me. You can fuck me now.”

He stared down
at her for a minute, and she couldn’t understand the intensity of his
expression. Then he reached for another condom and the lube, and she didn’t let
the question distract her from what was more urgent.

“You want to
try a new position?” he asked, his voice more natural than it had been earlier
as he took care of preliminaries.

“Sure. What did
you have in mind?” He’d never guided her into an uncomfortable or demeaning
position. Occasionally, she started out a little embarrassed, but she’d always
grown to like each new position eventually.

He adjusted
onto his knees between her legs, parted her thighs even more, and lifted her
hips slightly.  Then he slowly slid inside her.

She felt him
deeply in this position, and her legs felt a little loose and ungainly, hanging
down on either side of his body. She was glad she was still wearing her gown
because it felt like the excess flesh of her belly wouldn’t be displayed
attractively. The penetration felt really good, though, and she liked how
clearly she could see Ander’s body and expression.

She breathed
deeply and relaxed the way Ander had taught her, and she felt spiraling
pleasure on his first thrust.

He started
slow, taking his time. She tried to move with him, although he had more control
over her pelvis than she did. After several pleasing minutes, she finally felt
a climax coalescing at her center. Her motion grew a little jerkier and she
stretched her arms out spread-eagle, fisting her fingers.

“How is it?” Ander
asked, his voice thick again.

“Good,” she
mumbled, tossing her head a little. “Gonna come.”

His rhythm sped
up some, his hips working ceaselessly between her thighs. His expression was
tight, almost rigid, and his eyes never left her face.

The pleasure
grew and Lori’s motion became more clumsy and frantic, her hands fumbling
desperately for purchase on the bed and her head and hips moving restlessly.
After a few more minutes, she came, with a smothered whimper and a dramatic
arch of her back.

Ander sucked in
an audible breath as her muscles clamped down on his cock, but his rhythm
didn’t falter. He kept thrusting through the contractions and continued after
her body had softened. Then he moved a hand down toward where they were joined
so he could rub her clit.

As the minutes
passed and he fucked her with a steady, pleasurable rhythm, Lori’s body kept
responding with shameless eagerness. She came again. And then again. And then
again. She didn’t feel like screaming this time, but kind of swallowed over
each cry of release.

Eventually, her
body was drenched in sweat and aching with exhaustion, but she still wanted
more. She was overwhelmed by a deep craving for Ander, for his body and the
pleasure he was giving her. He showed no signs of faltering or losing his
control. He was sweating too—streams of perspiration running down the sides of
his face and the middle of his chest. He was still clenched as tight as a fist.

But his eyes
were unwavering, fixed on her face, and the motion of his hips was ceaseless.

“Oh God,” she
gasped after her fourth orgasm. Her body squirmed desperately but he held her
hips firmly with one strong hand. “You’re killing me.”

“Too much?” he
rasped, the words seeming to stick in his throat. He was still massaging her
clit and the bit of flesh was so sensitive now it was almost painful.

“No. Wanna come
again.” Her body was starting to shake as another climax tightened in response
to the stimulation. “Faster. Please.”

Ander
intensified his thrusting and the pleasure swelled up and burst open. She made
involuntary sobbing sounds as she came once more, even though she tried to bite
her lip over the helpless noise.

With a
breathless huff, Ander shifted positions suddenly, leaning forward and bracing
his arms on either side of her. The shift changed the angle of penetration, and
Lori’s clit was finally freed of the massage. But now all she could feel was Ander
above her—heat from his shaking body overwhelming her, drowning her.

He usually
looked so cool and polished. How could he possibly generate so much heat?

He was still
holding onto the threads of his control, but she didn’t want him to anymore.
“You come now,” she said weakly, her arms reaching up to hold onto his neck.

He inclined his
head, maybe a nod, maybe just a random twitch of his neck. His mouth was so
tight now his lips were white, and sweat from his body was smearing onto her.
He fell out of rhythm, pumping into her hard and fast.

She thought she
would just enjoy watching him come, but the shaking of their bodies and the way
his cock drove inside her pushed her into climax once more.