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“I think youwere. But you’re clenched so tight that some of the pleasure is going to getswallowed by the tension. It will be better for you if you can relax a littlemore.”

She groaned andrubbed at her face with one hand. “How am I supposed to relax when everythingstarts feeling so good and you just know that something ...?” She trailed offlamely, not quite sure how to describe it. In one of her books, she’d used thephrase “hot, breathless expectation” but even that didn’t quite capture it.

“Your instinctwill always be to tense up. But if you fight the instinct, you can enjoy theclimax more. I’m going to use my fingers again, and then I’ll use my mouth atthe same time. Why don’t you try the breathing again?”

Lori reached upto grab the headboard once more. But her bone-deep irony prompted her togrumble, “You’re big on that damned breathing, aren’t you?”

She heard abrief, choked sound but she couldn’t see his face in order to interpret it. Andwhen she felt his fingers, slick with lubricant and her own fluids, penetrateher again, she forgot to wonder about the sound.

Despite herwords, she did as Ander suggested and started taking slow, deep breaths. Theerotic pressure built back up with startling speed as he massaged her, and thenhe lowered his mouth once more to suckle at her clit through the dam. “Keepbreathing,” he murmured from over her flesh.

As soon as thesensations had swelled up, she’d started her frantic panting again. But now shemade herself inhale as slowly as she could, pushing down against the mattresswith her feet. Then she exhaled, feeling a sudden, intense surge of pleasure assome of her muscles relaxed.

Suddenlyunderstanding the purpose of the breathing, she focused on it even more,allowing the growing sensations from Ander’s ministrations to take care ofthemselves. She breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale thepleasure leapt forward.

“Good,” Andermurmured, rubbing at her clit with something other than his lips. His fingerssustained a steady, stroking rhythm in her wet passage. “That’s perfect.Breathe one more time.”

Lori breathedin and felt all the carnal tension at its breaking point.

She breathedout and the tension finally broke.

It wasn’t ascreaming, earth-shattering orgasm from a romance novel. She didn’t cry out inecstasy or experience wave after wave of endless bliss. Her eyes blurred overand her back arched up. And she made no noise except a few thick, ragged gasps.

But it feltreally good—much better than any orgasm she’d had before—pleasure pulsing outat the sudden release of pressure. Ander kept thrusting his fingers against thecontractions of her channel, and she vaguely heard him murmuring, “Good. Rideit out. Just like that. That’s good.”

When shecollapsed back onto the mattress, letting her arms drop down to her sides, shewas astonished by how immediately relaxed she felt. She also felt a littleembarrassed. And overly warm.

“Do you want afew minutes before we move on to intercourse?” Ander asked, straightening up.His voice sounded a little different—thicker or something—but she couldn’tconnect a mood with the slight alteration.

“Yes,” shesaid, still breathless from her orgasm and feeling a jolt of raw fear at theidea of having intercourse right away. “Thank you.”

“I can holdyou, if you want,” Ander offered. When she just stared blankly at the darkoutline of his face, he added, “A lot of my clients like that afterwards.”

“Oh.” As sheprocessed her feelings, she realized it would be nice to be held. But bysomeone who actually cared about her. “No. That’s all right. Thanks. I don’twant to pretend anything. I’m not trying to fool myself.”

“Understood.”He stood up off the bed. “I’m going to throw this away and clean up a bit then,if that’s all right.”

“Yes. Good.”

He turned thelight on in the bathroom when he entered. She heard the water running in thesink. Realizing she was lying on the sheet half naked, she fumbled around untilshe found her panties and pajama pants and pulled them back on.

Ander left thelight on as he returned, illuminating the room enough for her to see him moreclearly as he returned to stand next to the bed. At his questioning look, sheadmitted, “I don’t think I’m ready for the rest of it yet.”

“Would you likeanother glass of wine?” he asked, smiling his urbane, sensual smile.

Jumping at thissuggestion, since it might provide her a way to get past her strangelyembarrassed afterglow, she said, “Yes, please.” She reached over to turn on thelight beside the bed so Ander could see more clearly to pour the drink. “Youhave another one too,” she added. “If you want.”

She noticed hewalked a little stiffly as he came back over to hand her the wine. “You’rereally good at that,” she said, smiling at him with real appreciation. Despiteher emotional discomfort at the moment, she was deeply relieved to know she wascapable of having an orgasm like that. And Ander’s professionalism really hadmade the whole process as easy as possible and quite pleasurable. “The oralsex, I mean, not the wine. Thank you.”

“You’rewelcome,” he said mildly. There was a slight sheen of perspiration on his face,and she wondered how much effort it had taken to get her off. The whole processmust have taken almost forty-five minutes, since it was now nearing teno’clock.

As he walkedover the few steps to pour himself some wine, she studied him carefully. Hisclothes were barely even wrinkled, the expensive fabrics and tailoring standingup well to even this sort of activity. But he definitely was missing the coolgrace that had always possessed him before. His shoulders looked a littletense.

As he facedaway from her, standing in profile against the expanse of windows, Lorisuddenly realized what it was. The sleek, urban cut of his trousers left littleto the imagination, and she could see the bulge at the front of them quiteclearly.

He was aroused.

Lori blinkedand looked away quickly, her cheeks burning at the realization. It made sense,she supposed. He’d been engaged in an intimate activity. And maybe he had somesort of mental thing he did to get himself ready for intercourse. It wasn’tlike with women—who could take it whether they were aroused or not. Hehadto be erect in order to do this part of his job.

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