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Her inner
muscles clenched, and she felt her nipples tighten. Hoped it wasn’t visible
through the slinky silk of her camisole.

“You’re sure
acting mad,” she snapped back. “You look like you want to rip my head off.”

“Lori.” His
voice was even thicker than before, and it ridiculously made her think about
sex. He leaned his face toward her and gritted out against her ear, “Lori, give
this up. If you want to keep our appointment, we can go back upstairs. But my
private thoughts are none of your concern.”

She shuddered.
He wasn’t even touching her, but she felt him all over her skin. Blazing with
heat and desire, she still managed to hold up her end of the argument. “I told
you I don’t want you to spill your guts. Keep your private thoughts to
yourself. Just tell me how I made you mad.”

“For the fourth
time,” Ander rasped, still speaking into her ear. “I’m not mad.”

She shifted
restlessly against the wall, dying for some sort of friction against her skin.
Her squirming caused her to brush up against Ander.

She felt
something. Something that shocked her so much her mouth fell open. Her lower
belly had brushed against the front of Ander’s trousers.

He was hard.

He must have
seen her reaction. He must know that she knew he was aroused. He didn’t
acknowledge it in any way, though. He’d pulled back enough to look her in the
eye and ask hoarsely, “Tell me why you’ve continued to schedule engagements
with me.”

She was too
confused and overwhelmed and turned-on and shaky to even begin to make up a
lie. So she gasped out the truth. “Because I like having sex with you.”

He nodded, as
if he’d known she would say that. “So why do you keep making this more
complicated than it is?”

A home
question. Lori had no answer for him.

His hand was
still planted next to her head, trapping her against the wall. He was hard.
Aroused. As aroused as she was.

Unable to hold
herself back any longer, she reached out and grabbed him by the hips. Pressed
his pelvis against her. Rubbed herself against the bulge she felt and almost
moaned at the resulting sensations.

Then she
realized how shamelessly she’d groped him, when it wasn’t clear they were in
the midst of one of their sessions, and she dropped her hands abruptly with a
gasp. “Sorry!”

Ander put down
his case, which he’d been holding in one hand all along. Then he planted his
second hand on the wall on the other side of her head. “Lori?”

“I didn’t mean ...”
she began, her cheeks blazing. “I mean, if you didn’t want to keep the
appointment tonight, I shouldn’t have—”

“We can keep
the appointment,” he rasped, his eyes raking over her face. “Do you want to do
this here?”

In the
elevator. In between floors ten and eleven in an expensive, old-fashioned Seattle
hotel.

“Yes,” she
breathed, arching against the wall so she could rub her aching nipples against
his chest.

Without another
word, he buried his face in her neck, mouthing and nibbling and kissing in an
urgent pattern she couldn’t begin to follow. His arms went around her, pressing
her body tightly against his. Then he began to make small, rhythm thrusts,
rocking his erection against her middle.

She knew he was
really turned on. He couldn’t possibly have done any sort of mental thing to
get himself ready, since he’d assumed they wouldn’t be having sex today.

He must be aroused
by her. Genuinely aroused. By her. Lori. The knowledge sent a wild thrill up her
spine that intensified her body’s sensations.

She moaned in
his arms, grabbing at his back, trying to yank his shirttails out from his
trousers. Before she could get very far, Ander had bent down farther, mouthing
one breast and then the other through the silk of her camisole.

As he suckled,
one of his hands dipped in at her waistband and slid down between her legs. She
bit down on her lower lip as she felt his fingers stroke her intimate flesh.

He would feel
how wet and aroused she already was. As aroused as he was.

Without waiting
for her permission, Ander freed his hand from between her thighs and then, with
one smooth move, pulled her silk lounge pants down over her hips. As he did so,
she fumbled with his belt and the zipper.

They were in a
public elevator. For the moment, it was stopped, but they both knew they had no
time to dally.

Ander
straightened up and released her for just long enough to pull a condom packet
out of his case. Once he’d rolled it on, he cupped her bottom with both hands
and heaved her up so she was propped on the brass railing that spanned the
middle of the elevator walls.

It wasn’t much
support, but Ander used his body to hold her in place. He spread her legs and
sank into her, pushing her back against the wall on his initial in-stroke.

For the first
time, he hadn’t used any lubricant. He hadn’t needed any.

Lori gasped in
pleasure as he penetrated her, the full substance of his cock filling her
completely. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist to brace
herself more securely, and she clung desperately to his shoulders.

“Fast,” she
said on a taken breath, tossing her head restlessly against the wall as her
body screamed for friction. “Hard. Please.”

He began to
thrust, his motion limited by their precarious position. His hips pumped
against flesh, his cock pushing into her slippery passage with the urgent speed
and force she needed to feel.

“So good,” she
breathed, the words barely audible. She squeezed him with her thighs and with
her intimate muscles. “So good,” she breathed again, on every one of his drives
inside her.

Ander had bent
his neck to bury his face against the side of her throat again. She felt his
hot breath on her skin. His lips and tongue and teeth. He moved his mouth along
her neck, shoulder, and up to her jaw.

His mouth was
so close to hers now that all it would take was a slight shift of her neck for
them to kiss.

They didn’t
kiss though. Ander’s thrusts grew shorter and faster, and Lori dug her fingers
into the skin beneath his collar. Her position wasn’t entirely comfortable but
everything felt so incredibly good. She didn’t think she would come. She hadn’t
had enough clitoral stimulation. But she didn’t even care.

Something about
the intensity of their coupling felt as good as any orgasm she’d ever
experienced.

Ander’s pelvis
pistoned against her, and he shifted his neck again so his mouth was almost at
her ear. Their cheeks were almost pressed together. His was as hot as hers
felt. “Lori,” he rasped.

She didn’t know
if it was a question or an expression of pleasure. She answered instinctively.
“It feels so good. You come,” she panted. “I want you to come.”

His breathing
accelerated even more as his whole body started to shake. She’d never
experienced anything like it. All the shuddering angst that he’d been trying to
stifle earlier seemed on the verge of imploding in her arms.

Her eyes
blurred over and her nerve endings buzzed with pleasure. She wasn’t working up
toward any climax, but the whole thing felt like one long high.

Ander arched
his neck forward again, lowering his mouth once more to the crook of her neck.
She cried out loudly when she felt his teeth bite down into her flesh. Then his
whole body pulsed and jerked as he came with an extended guttural sound.

They held the
position for a few moments as his body slowly started to soften. Lori’s legs
felt stiff and her feet were losing circulation, but she didn’t want to unwrap
her legs. Ander hadn’t yet lifted his head. He just kept panting against her
skin.

And then a
scratchy voice sounded in the quiet elevator without warning. “The emergency
stop was pulled. Is everything all right?”

Lori nearly
jumped in astonishment, and Ander pulled back, gently extricating himself from Lori’s
legs and pulling his cock out of her while taking care with the condom. When
he’d set her back on the floor and she’d started to pull on her pants, he found
the call button and spoke into the speaker. “Everything is fine.”

He pulled the
emergency stop, and the elevator jerked into motion. They got off on the ninth
floor so they wouldn’t have to face security or maintenance or whomever was
probably waiting for the elevator on the ground floor. Instead, they took the
second elevator back up to Lori’s room.

There, they got
into bed and Ander attended to Lori with slow, leisurely foreplay. He brought
her to climax with his hand three times before he put on another condom and
entered her again.

He rested most
of his weight on her and taught her how, if he slid upward slightly and they
made a gentle, rocking motion, they could stimulate her clit with the base of
his cock. After the urgency of their fuck in the elevator, both of them could
go slow, and Lori found the new position deeply enjoyable.

Their faces
were close again, their cheeks brushing against the other. And the mingled
texture of their breathing was the only sound besides the soft, rhythmic
shaking of the bed.

Once again, she
had to tell him to come, and she came just before he did, releasing a low moan
as her hips rode out her orgasm.

When he got up
to take care of the condom, she pulled up the covers, feeling chilly at his
absence.

She reflected
about how strange it was that he always waited for her permission before she
came. He was always so in control

Although he
hadn’t really felt controlled in the elevator tonight.

She shifted
restlessly under the covers, feeling a strange twisting of her belly. The
comfortable professionalism of their encounters didn’t feel quite so comfortable
anymore.

Ander returned
from the bathroom wearing his boxers and he went over to pour two glasses from
the bottle of wine she’d ordered from room service.

He handed her a
glass and then he sat down in one of the chairs to sip his.

She wondered if
it was significant that he didn’t get back in bed with her.

“I never
expected to do it in an elevator,” she said, mostly for something to say.

He gave her a
half-smile. He didn’t look tense and coiled anymore. He looked drained. Kind of
pale. And really tired. “We were lucky not to get caught. I’ll have to check
with security to see if they have us on tape.”

Lori gulped and
covered her mouth with one hand.

“Don’t worry
about it. I’ll take care of it.”

She wouldn’t be
surprised if he had some sort of contact in every important hotel in Seattle.
“Thanks.” She paused. And then found the courage to ask, “Are we...are we
okay?”

Ander smiled
again. It wasn’t the smile she despised, but it wasn’t that irresistible
twitching of his lips either. His smile was slight and half-exhausted. “Yes. Of
course.”

“I didn’t mean
to pry into your privacy or anything,” she began, remembering what he’d said in
the elevator. “I just—”

“Don’t worry
about it,” he said again, with a dismissive gesture. “We’re fine.”

Things didn’t
feel exactly fine to Lori. There was an odd tension in the air between them
that hadn’t existed before. She wasn’t sure if it was coming from her or from Ander
or from both of them. But she knew she wasn’t mistaken about it.

Searching for
something casual to say, she rubbed the sore spot on her neck with one hand.
“Now I’m probably going to have a bruise again,” she complained, making sure it
was clear she was teasing. She craned her neck to see in one of the mirrors.
“Thanks a lot.”

The corner of Ander’s
mouth quirked up. “Sorry about that.”

His expression
eased some of the discomfort in her chest. So she sustained the mood. “Don’t
be. It was really hot. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like that.”

“A little pain
can go a long way,” he said, in the voice he always used to give her advice or
instructions.

“I guess so.
I’m not sure I’d want much more than that, though,” she added honestly, mulling
over memories of her own physical responses to stimulation.  Following that
train of thought, she asked idly, “I guess some people do though. Do you lose a
lot of clients by only doing the romantic thing?” At his questioning look, she
explained, “What we talked about last week—about not doing all the S&M
stuff.”

“Oh,” he said
with an enlightened look. He shook his head. “No. I don’t think I’ve lost any.”

Relieved to
find a subject—however unusual—that felt more like their normal interaction, Lori
pursued it. “So it’s not all that popular?”

“It depends on
what you mean by popular. There’s a small percentage of the population that’s
into that lifestyle, but there’s a whole industry built around it. And, in
general, those who participate in that lifestyle want to engage in the culture
as a whole rather than using the occasional services of someone like me.”

“Huh.” Lori
thought about it for a minute. “If recent erotic romances are to be believed,
most women are really into stuff like that.”

Ander chuckled
and shook his head. “But that’s the stuff of fantasies. Most women who get
turned on reading about it wouldn’t actually want to live it out. It might turn
them on in fantasies, but it wouldn’t in real life. Tell me the truth. What
would you do if I tied you up, muzzled you, and started to whip you?”

Lori thought
about all the hot sex scenes she’d read featuring such activities. Then she
honestly examined her own nature. She snickered. “I’d have you arrested for
assault.”

He returned her
smile. “Exactly. I know I’m making a generalization and everyone is unique and
has their own needs, desires, and expressions of feeling. But, in my experience,
the majority of the women would still rather be genuinely loved than just
fucked.”