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Ander’s voice
was dry and matter-of-fact, and his features were so calm they were almost
stoic. “I accepted. I didn’t have a job and I had no money of my own. I took
her to dinner, then a cocktail party, then back to her place where I fucked
her. I lived for a month on one night’s work.”

Lori’s heart
was racing for some reason, and she couldn’t seem to take a full breath. But
she kept her voice natural, not wanting to make a big deal about the fact that
he’d opened up for the first time. “Did your father know about it?”

“Oh yeah. I
made sure he knew. It seemed so easy to me. Take women out. Make money doing
it. This woman had a lot of friends, so I got referrals from the very
beginning. Gradually, I made a whole business out of it.”

“Was it hard?” Lori
asked, keeping her voice as light as possible. “That first time?”

“No.” Ander
shifted his eyes over to meet her gaze, although he only held it for a few
seconds. “It really wasn’t. I was angry and...and determined. I’m not saying it
wasn’t hard at...other times. But the first time wasn’t. At all.” He gave a
bitter laugh. “It didn’t take long for my father to disown me completely.”

“He knows you still
do this?”

“Yes. He
pretends not to recognize my existence. But he knows.”

As she gazed
over at Ander in the artificial light of the room, she thought for a moment
that he looked incredibly young. Which was ridiculous. He was seven years older
than she was, and he’d had more than one lifetime’s worth of experience
already.

But he looked
young. Like a boy. Like a boy who still wanted his father to love him.

She moved
instinctively, without planning ahead or thinking her actions through. She just
raised herself up on her elbows and leaned over toward where his head was
resting on a pillow.

Then her lips
found his. Pressed against them in a soft, brief kiss.

It all felt
perfectly natural until Ander’s breath caught audibly in his throat. His body
jerked slightly and he stared at her in astonishment, his blue-gray eyes wide
and bewildered.

Lori blushed
hotly and pulled away.

“What’s going
on?” Ander asked, his voice slightly breathless.

Lori felt
breathless too. “I don’t know,” she admitted sheepishly. “I just...just felt
like kissing you. Sorry.”

“You don’t have
to be sorry.” Ander’s shock had subdued and he was looking more like himself,
quiet and watchful as his eyes scanned her face. “I told you from the beginning
we could kiss if you wanted to. I just thought you didn’t want to pretend.”

“I don’t. I still
don’t want to pretend anything. I don’t know why I did that.” Lori was still
propped up beside him, looking down at him, but she wished she’d never started
this whole thing. She was nervous, confused, and self-conscious, and she didn’t
like feeling that way.

Ander’s eyes
never left her face. “We’ve never done it before, so maybe you were just
curious.”

It wasn’t the
truth, but it was a good excuse, so Lori wasn’t about to object. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to
try kissing?” Ander asked. “If it feels unnatural, we don’t have to do it. It’s
entirely up to you.”

Lori stared
down at his sober face, deep eyes, and gracefully curved lips. She did want to
try—just to see what it was like. But she was suddenly so nervous she couldn’t
make herself move.

“Lori?” Ander
prompted. He hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. He lay perfectly still and watched
her. Waited.

Her body moved
of its own accord and she scooted closer to him. Leaned down so her mouth was
just a whisper away from Ander’s. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could
hear it, feel it in her head, in her fingertips, in her lips.

There was no
rational reason for her to be so hesitant and anxious about a kiss. But she
felt frozen in place, breathing unsteadily and shaking a little.

“Just try it, Lori,”
Ander said, his voice a little thick. She could feel his breath on her skin.
“Kiss me.”

Then suddenly
she was kissing him. She didn’t know who had closed the gap between their
mouths. She didn’t remember moving, but Ander’s lips were suddenly pressed
against hers.

With a choked
sound, she grabbed his bald head with one of her hands. A thrill of excitement
and arousal ripped through her as her mouth moved eagerly against his.

He slid his
tongue against the line of her lips in a questioning exploration. When she
opened for him, his tongue dipped inside, teasing and stroking with both hunger
and confidence.

Then Ander
turned them over on the bed so he was on top. One of his hands cradled the back
of her head as the kiss grew deeper and more intense.

Lori clutched
at his head with both hands, feeling the tight skin of his scalp with her
fingertips. Her whole body rocked up into his as their lips and tongues danced
and dueled. He was so hot it felt like he was branding her—on her lips, all
over her body.

She whimpered
against his mouth and breathed desperately through her nose, until he finally
pulled away and collapsed back on the bed beside her.

Lori panted
hotly—aroused, exhilarated, and terrified.

“How did you
like it?” Ander asked. She was glad to hear that he sounded rather breathless
and his voice was a little hoarse.

“Um.”

“If it feels
fake or unnatural to you, we don’t have to do it. It’s up to you.”

“Um.”

“Sometimes it’s
nice to do something different, but we can do whatever you want.”

“Um.”

Ander’s eyes
finally found and held hers. “Well? What did you think?”

Lori swallowed
hard. “Wow. You’re really good at that.”

Something
softened almost imperceptibly in Ander’s face. “Should we try it again?”

Lori would be a
sorry fool not to try something that good again. Why the hell hadn’t she been
kissing him all along?

Feeling a surge
of deep desire, she rolled back over and grabbed his head once more. Then she
kissed him hard and deep.

His arms came
up around her immediately, and he helped pull her into position on top of him.
She sprawled over his warm, lean body and couldn’t seem to stop kissing him.

This time, she
used her tongue more actively, trying to match the skillful motion of his. She
stroked his smooth scalp and felt a jolt of sharp pleasure when he moaned
softly at the back of his throat.

While they
kissed, his hands were busy. He caressed down her spine and then moved lower to
her thighs and bottom, where he fondled and groped with intimate entitlement.

Breaking off
the kiss for a minute so she could recoup and catch her breath, she slid one of
her hands down past his chest and belly until she could feel his erection
through his boxers. The silk was thin and slippery, and she squeezed his hard
flesh through the fabric.

She heard his
breath hitch and figured it must be a good thing. She hadn’t quite evened out
her own breathing when Ander took her head in his hands and pulled her down
into another kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair as he teased her mouth open
once more with his tongue. She kept massaging his cock as they kissed, loving
how firm and substantial he felt beneath her hand and how his body kept
tightening with each squeeze.

Soon, she got
lost in the embrace. Her body did what it wanted to do, which was rub against
his and try to suck his tongue into her mouth. She felt his hands move down to
her cashmere tank. She hazily thought he must be trying to pull it off of her,
but she wouldn’t release him enough to let him do so.

Eventually, he
gave up and instead moved her hips away so he could free his cock from his
boxers. Their lips broke apart as he reached for a condom. Then he helped her
into position as she straddled his pelvis and sank down, sheathing his erection
with her wet heat.

She started to
ride him the way she knew how, but after a few minutes he guided her upper body
down against his and claimed another kiss.

She had no objections.
She didn’t have much freedom of motion, sprawled over him in this position, but
she didn’t care. He felt full and hard inside her, and the slight friction of
their rocking together was delicious. She could get some good stimulation on
her clit from his pelvic bone, and she started to moan and huff against his
mouth as the pressure of an orgasm developed between her legs.

Her head was
spinning. The whole world was spinning. And it felt like Ander would eat her
alive, swallow her whole.

She jerked her
head to the side as her body clenched up, just on the verge of shattering. She
whimpered and panted, twisting her hips to get more stimulation from the
penetration of Ander’s cock against her slick inner walls.

Then she came,
her body writhing clumsily on top of his as the spasms of pleasure sliced
through her.

Ander grunted
and his hips bucked up with short jerks against her groin. His fingers dug into
the flesh of her ass. “Lori?” he rasped, his face twisting briefly.

As she came
down from her orgasm, she realized what he was asking. “You come too,” she said
hoarsely. “Come, Ander. Come.”

Her intimate
muscles were tight and they felt tighter as Ander pushed and thrust into her
from below.

Then she felt
his hot, wet mouth at the hollow of her neck. Then she felt his teeth.

He bit down
hard as he climaxed, and Lori cried out in surprised release, coming again
unexpectedly from the mingling of pleasure and pain.

Their bodies
twitched and rocked and softened as the waves of orgasm finally faded.

She was hot and
sweaty, and so was Ander. She panted desperately against his shoulder and neck,
while he panted desperately against hers.

After a minute,
he heaved himself up and pulled out of her the way he always did. As his cock
slid out of her clinging channel, her body resisted. Her inner walls seemed to
clutch at his cock, and she felt a raw sensation as he finally slid out.

When he
returned from disposing of the condom, she really wanted him to get back into
bed. He looked warm, relaxed, and sated. Almost irresistible. She wanted to
cuddle a little. To be held, hugged, cherished.

She wasn’t
completely delusional, though. This was one of the consequences of going about
sex the way she had. Without a deep emotional connection, there would always be
something lacking. She figured she could manage to kiss him while they fucked
without losing her sense of perspective. But pretending to snuggle afterwards
would definitely be going too far.

So she told him
he could take a shower if he wanted. And she was feeling more herself when he
reemerged, composed and fully dressed in his charcoal gray suit.

He sat down in
a chair and met her eyes as she lounged in the bed. “So what did you think? Did
it feel too unnatural, like you were pretending?”

She hadn’t
expected the question so she had no choice but to answer him honestly. “No. I
wasn’t pretending at all. I mean, it didn’t feel fake. I liked it. It felt like
a natural part of sex that I’d been missing out on before. Was it weird for
you?”

“Of course
not.” He pulled his smartphone out of his case. “Do you want to schedule some
other engagements this month?”

“Yeah. Why
don’t we? When do you have available?”

“When were you
thinking?”

Lori blinked in
confusion. “I usually just take your earliest opening. When are you next free?”

“I have Friday
available.” Ander was clicking on his smartphone, like he was looking through
his appointments.

“This Friday?” Lori’s
voice squeaked a little. “That soon? Aren’t you booked up?”

Ander’s face
looked oddly still for a moment. “I told you I’m cutting back a little.”

“Oh. Yeah.
Friday is good. And maybe sometime next week. I’m going to be in Quebec for the weekend the week after that, so we’ll have to work around the trip.”

They set up a
few more sessions and then Ander got up to leave. Lori handed him the envelope
of cash, and he didn’t even glance at it. Just slid it into his pocket.

She pulled on
her cashmere pants before she walked him to the door. She felt a little shy as
she smiled and said goodbye. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt bashful, but
it had something to do with the way he looked at her when he opened the door.
Almost questioning. And strangely sweet.

“I’ll see you
on Friday,” he said, lingering in the hall outside the door.

She smiled
again, still ridiculously shy. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m glad you
changed your mind. About scheduling engagements with me.”

Something
softened in her chest at his slightly stilted words. Maybe it was relief she
felt. She was so glad that he seemed to enjoy his engagements with her. Obviously,
this wasn’t some sort of fated romance, but at least she was a little more to
him than just a job.

He seemed to
like her well enough, and he didn’t mind having sex with her. She felt like
that was quite an accomplishment, given her complete lack of experience.

“Me too.”

She watched him
walk down the hall to the elevator. Lean, upright, sleek, and urban. Infinitely
experienced. And somehow wounded.

She would see
him again on Friday. Just four days from now. She would get to kiss him again.

She couldn’t
wait.

Lori wasn’t entirely
comfortable.

Her pussy was
raw, her back felt bruised, her thigh and stomach muscles were aching, and her
feet her loosing circulation.

And she was
about to come. Again.

At a little
before midnight on Thursday night, Ander had been getting ready to leave, and Lori
had innocently remarked that she’d only come four times that evening, when on
the previous Friday he’d made her come six times. She’d just been teasing,
since she was perfectly satisfied with the evening’s activities.