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But the
stimulation had somehow transformed into something just as delicious, just as
torturous, but it didn’t make her laugh.

She arched her
spine, shamelessly trying to rub her breasts against his chest. Her arms flew
back above her head so she could fist her hands in the bedding. “Ander,” she
gasped, a jolt of deep arousal slicing through her.

He didn’t miss
a beat. Just pushed her tank up even farther and leaned down enough to take one
of her breasts in his mouth.

Lori moaned as
he suckled her nipple, and his hands started to caress and fondle her sides,
belly, hips and thighs rather than sustaining the tickle-assault.

His mouth and
hands felt so much better on her body than Phil’s had. And it wasn’t just
because he was more skillful. It seemed natural to feel Ander above her, feel
his lips on her breast, his hands on her bare skin, stroking secret parts of
her no one else had ever touched.

Her legs still
hung over the side of the bed, so she tried to wrap them around Ander’s body.
He was wearing far too many clothes, but she didn’t want to take the time to
get rid of them. She rubbed her hot arousal against the bulge she felt in Ander’s
pants, only a few layers of fabric between her flesh and his.

“Ander,” she
rasped, tossing her head back and forth with a desire that was quickly spinning
out of control. “Condom. Now.”

He pulled his
head from her breast and released one of her thighs. He stared at her for a
minute, his eyes hot and oddly unfocused. Then he pulled off her cashmere pants
and stood up for just long enough to grab a condom from his case and rip it
open.

He fumbled with
his pants and boxers until he’d freed his cock. Then he rolled on the condom
and moved back into the position he’d taken before, braced above her, half off
the bed.

She’d parted
her legs for him, but he pushed her thighs further apart before he slid two
fingers into her entrance to check her readiness. She was wetter than she
thought was possible after so little foreplay. Her breath hitched as he fucked
her with his fingers for a minute, curling them up to rub against her g-spot.

“Ander,” she
begged, clutching at the bedding. “Please.”

He was still
wearing most of his clothes, and his flushed, tense face above his expensive
shirt and suit was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

His thumb found
her clit and he massaged it until the tremors of an orgasm pulsed through her,
making her moan and shudder.

Sucking in air
as she came down, she started to claw at Ander’s ass, trying to move him into
position, still hungry for more. He adjusted his body to align his cock at her
entrance.

Then, with a
pitch of his hips, he pushed his cock inside her.

She arched up
again as he entered her. She was tight from nearly a month without sex.

“Fuck,” he
muttered. He was bracing himself with his hands on the bed, and his face had
jerked the side.

She wanted him
to look at her again. Wanted to see the expression in his eyes. “All right?”
she managed to ask.

He straightened
his neck and opened his eyes. Made a sound that might have been a choked laugh.
“Yeah. You ready?”

“Yeah.” When he
made his first long thrust, she parted her lips and stretched her neck with
pleasure. “Oh yeah.” He thrust again, and she dug her fingers into the clenched
muscles of his ass. “Oh yeah.”

They fucked
like that, only halfway on the bed, and Lori loved it. Her body grew hotter and
more urgent with every one of Ander’s hard thrusts, and her panting transformed
into little sobs of pleasure as they rocked together and shook the bed.

She fumbled at
his ass and his back, trying to pull him deeper inside her. She’d wrapped her
legs around his hips and she kept trying to get them higher up his back so she
could feel even more of him. Get him deeper.

His body was
blazing hot and sweating beneath his clothes, and his own uneven breathing
turned into rhythmic guttural sounds—almost like grunts—every time he pushed
inside her.

“Oh God,” she
choked. “Oh Ander.” Her whole body had started to shake and waves of heat
bombarded her.

The speed of
his rutting intensified and he was so tense she could see the tight sinews in
his neck.

“Gonna come.
You come too.” She clawed at his bare ass, knowing she was marking him, wanting
to mark him. Then her whole body arched back and her mouth opened in a silent
scream of pleasure.

Her inner walls
clamped down around Ander’s cock and he fell out of rhythm too. With a few last
grunts, he pushed against her clenching channel. Then his cock pulsed, his
whole body pulsed, as he climaxed on a choked word.

His breathing
was fast and sloppy as his elbows buckled and his body collapsed briefly on
hers.

She clung to
him for the few moments he remained on top of her, holding him with her arms
and her legs.

Then he heaved
himself up with a groan. “Got to get the condom,” he muttered, holding it in
place as he pulled out of her before his cock softened fully.

Lori was sore
and her muscles felt overly stretched, but as she scooted back fully onto the
bed and got under the covers, she felt ridiculously satisfied.

Ander was right
about what he’d said in the elevator last month. Why should she over-complicate
this? She paid Ander good money. And he gave her good sex. They got along just
fine, and she liked to spend time with him.

Her only regret
was that Ander had won the pillow fight.

Ander stayed in
the bathroom a little longer than usual but not as long as he had that night
she returned from Hong Kong.

She realized,
as he walked back into the room fully naked, that they’d stopped turning the
lights off at some unspecified point over the past few months. She could see Ander’s
lean, nude body as clear as day as he made his way over to her side of the bed
and bent over to pick up his boxers.

He had broad
shoulders, a tight abdomen, long legs and a trim, gorgeous ass. His butt was
exposed to her as he pulled his boxers on, so she had an excellent view of the
firm cheeks and trim flanks. And the angry red marks crisscrossing his fair
skin from her fingernails.

She stifled a
snicker at this evidence of how vividly she’d marked him, and she pulled the
sheet and comforter up to her armpits. She wasn’t wearing anything except her
cashmere tank, and her body wasn’t perfectly chiseled for public appreciation
the way Ander’s was.

Ander gave her
a questioning look as he returned to the bed and got under the covers beside
her. “What?”

She must not
have hid her snicker very well. “Nothing.”

He narrowed his
eyes. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m not. Not
really. I was just looking at those scratches I made on your ass. Sorry about
that.”

With a
half-shrug, he replied, “No big deal.”

“I didn’t
realize I scratched you that hard. They don’t hurt, do they?”

“Not much.
Don’t worry about it. At least it wasn’t my head.” His mouth quirked into a
smile. “Although you
were
rather enthusiastic.”

His tone was
light and teasing, but Lori’s cheeks burned painfully. She
had
been
enthusiastic. More than enthusiastic. She’d been almost frantic in her need to
get him inside her. She’d liked the feeling at the time, but now she was
embarrassed by her brazenness, her almost childish eagerness.

“What’s the
matter?” Ander asked, studying her face. He tried to meet her eyes but she
avoided his gaze.

“Nothing.”

“Lori.” Ander’s
voice held an edge of warning, the way Sabrina’s always did when Lori was being
foolish.

“Fine,” Lori
relented with a scowl. “I’m just embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.
It’s not rational. It’s just that the world seems to think that being cool and
collected is the way to go. And I can never manage to be that way, no matter
how hard I try. I just get too excited about things.  And this sex stuff is
still pretty new to me, and you made it sound like I...like I ...” She trailed
off, not sure how to articulate her uncomfortable feeling.

“Like you
what?” Ander had turned onto his side and was watching her with a frown.

“Like I was
overly eager or something.” The flush on her cheeks deepened and she couldn’t
look him in the eye. She wished she’d never brought the ridiculous subject up.
“Never mind. It’s just a stupid feeling. I know it’s silly.”

“Yes,” Ander
said slowly. “It is.”

She gasped and
cut her eyes back to glare at him.

He just lifted
his eyebrows. “Surely you know better than to think being enthusiastic in bed
is a turn-off.”

When he put it
that way, her embarrassment did sound pretty silly. But still... “No need to be
snotty about it,” she huffed.

Ander just
chuckled and changed the subject. “So have you been practicing with your
vibrator?”

It seemed a
perfectly natural transition to Lori so she answered easily. “Yes.  I’ve been
doing pretty well, I think. Thanks for getting it for me and helping me with
it.”

“You’re
welcome.” Ander stretched his long body, as if he were trying to make himself
more comfortable. “So your boyfriend was a disappointment in bed?”

Had Lori been
thinking about it, she might have noticed that there had been no real segue to
this question. But she was feeling relaxed and satisfied again, and she didn’t
notice anything odd about it. “He wasn’t my boyfriend. We never got that far.”
At Ander’s puzzled look, she clarified, “We never got far enough for him to be
my boyfriend. And, actually, we never got as far as bed.”

“I see. He was
one of
those
. Sloppy sex in the back of a car?” Ander asked, his voice
dry and teasing.

“No!” Lori’s
tone was outraged, but she was more amused than anything else. “We never had
sex at all.”

Her quivering
smile faded as she thought about Phil and how he’d made her feel. She shook her
head ruefully. “Evidently, that was the problem.”

“What do you
mean?”

“I didn’t put
out soon enough for him, so he found someone younger and hotter.”

“
What
?” Ander’s
question wasn’t loud, but the understated astonishment in his voice was once
again comforting.

“So you think
it’s bad too, don’t you?” Lori asked, meeting his eyes earnestly. “I mean, you
don’t think it’s acceptable for a guy to treat me like trash just because I
didn’t fuck him on the third date.”

For a moment, Ander’s
jaw was tense and a little muscle flickered in his cheek. Then his face relaxed
and he turned to give her a small shake of his head. “Sounds like you picked
out an asshole for yourself.”

Lori giggled,
feeling absurdly better about the whole thing now that Ander had so
matter-of-factly sentenced Phil to the same level of hell she and Sabrina had.
“That’s what I say.”

When she
glanced over at Ander, she caught him scanning her face with obvious scrutiny.
“What?” she demanded.

“You hadn’t
really fallen for the asshole, had you?” His tone was casual, nonchalant, and
it didn’t quite match the urgent searching of his eyes.

“No. I really
hadn’t. I mean, I felt like crap after he dumped me. But I was mostly
humiliated. I really thought he had potential so I felt so stupid afterwards.
And it
did
hurt. I’ve always felt ...” Her words had spilled out
unthinkingly, but she cut herself off when she realized what she was about to
say.

“You’ve always
felt what?”

Lori closed her
eyes. She had no intention of opening up about this, but she heard herself
saying the words anyway. “I’ve always felt second-best. You know, always in the
shadow of someone else. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I was in
love with a guy all through high school and college who didn’t love me back.
And this thing with Phil kind of made me feel that way again. Like I was being
stupid for expecting the hot guy to fall in love with me.” Her voice cracked a
little as she concluded, “I guess I keep waiting for someone to choose me, to
want
me
, over all the other women he could have.”

The hotel room
was silent as she finished, and she darted nervous eyes over to Ander. His
expression was quiet, reflective, and it made Lori burn with self-consciousness
again.

What the hell
was she thinking? Spilling her guts like that.

He must think
she was a needy, foolish girl.

Ander didn’t
speak immediately, and Lori couldn’t think of anything to say. She squirmed
restlessly, trying to talk herself back into the comfortable familiarity she’d
felt earlier this evening.

She was just on
the verge of back-pedaling when Ander finally spoke.

“There was a
woman who was a business associate of my father’s. She was about ten years
older than me, but she’d been making moves on me since I was eighteen.”

Lori blinked,
disoriented at first with the change of subject. Ander lay on the bed beside
her with his hands crossed behind his head. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling,
and there was no trace of emotion on his face.

She realized he
was answering her question from earlier than evening—about his first time as a
male escort. Maybe her confession, her making herself vulnerable, had opened
the door for him as well.

“After my dad and
I got into our ten-millionth fight, I swore I’d have nothing more to do with
him. I kept my word. I’d been working on an MBA, but I dropped out of school,
and I would no longer use any of his money or resources. I bummed around for
almost a year, living with friends and doing nothing constructive. And this
woman kept making moves on me. I wasn’t interested. She wasn’t my type and I
didn’t like her connections to my dad. Then she offered me five-thousand
dollars to go on a date with her.”