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Then sherealized that was exactly how a lot of men had been using women forcenturies—as objects designed only for male pleasure. Lori knew why most womenended up in prostitution. Odds were the woman had suffered some sort of abuseor victimization.

Lori wonderedwith a weird little clench if men were different. Or if Ander had beenvictimized in some way, physically or emotionally, in the past.

“Everything allright?” Ander asked thickly, mid-thrust.

Realizing she’dlet her mind wander at an inopportune time, she blinked up at him. “Yeah.Sorry. Everything’s good. Keep going.”

He hesitated,so she began to pump up her hips, trying to match his earlier tempo. Thisappeared to convince him, so he began to thrust again. This time, she watchedhim, fascinated by the tension on his face and the focused look in his blue-grayeyes as he stared down at her.

They moved togetherwell, she thought, and she did her best to synchronize the rocking of herpelvis with his. She could already feel a soreness in her channel, but itwasn’t bad. Ander was taking it pretty easy on her.

“Should I doanything else?” she asked, feeling a little breathless again. She knew shewasn’t going to come, but there was something exciting about watching the tensioncoil tighter and tighter in Ander’s face and body.

“You’re good,”he muttered. “You’re good.”

She was clingingto his shoulders, and she acutely felt something tickling her wrist. Shiftingher eyes, she saw one of her brown hairs tangled in her hand. She clenchedunconsciously in response to the tickling and wriggled her fingers, trying tobrush the hair away.

“That’s good,”he grunted, jerking his head to the side abruptly. “You can keep doing that.”

Lori blinkedonce, keeping her expression blank. She couldn’t imagine how her little handjiggle on his shoulder had pleased him. Maybe men reallyweredifferentthan women. He’d done a remarkable job of pleasing her, though, and if he likedit she would do it. So she rippled her fingers lightly along his shoulder, asshe’d done before.

Ander blinkedonce, almost exactly as she had. Then he made a choked sound in his throat.Then another.

She gasped inshock and bewilderment as his weight suddenly lowered on top of her. His elbowshad buckled and he was abruptly much closer than before. His face buried in herneck, he made more of those choked sounds and his body shook against hers.

Nothing, noteven her orgasm, had felt as good as this did—the inexplicable, uninhibitedcollapse and his shuddering body against hers. His hips jerked with a few,clumsy, unpracticed thrusts as he huffed, his hot breath blowing against herskin.

For one dazedmoment, she thought her little finger wiggle had snapped his control. But itonly took a few seconds for her to process what was happening.

He waslaughing. Trying desperately to hide and to stifle it, but he was definitelylaughing.

“What’s sofunny?” she demanded.

“Nothing.” Withimpressive restraint, he grew still and straightened his arms, pulling himselfoff of her again. “I’m sorry. Nothing was funny.” Only his eyes and his faintlytwitching lips belied the word.

She narrowedher eyes. “You were laughing at me.”

“I wasn’tlaughing,” he said, eyes wide now and mouth relaxed. “Sometimes, no matter howhard to try to control myself, something feels so good that I—”

Lori gave anoutraged huff and interrupted, “What a load of crap! I know laughing when Ihear it.” Then she realized suddenly why he was lying to her. Accidentallylaughing at a client during sex must be a nightmare scenario for him. His jobwas to please her, no matter what. So her voice softened as she said, “I’m notgoing to get mad. I mean it. But if I did something stupid, I’d like to knowabout it.”

Ander let out abreath, and his mouth gave one more little twitch. “I was laughing, but not atyou. You didn’t do anything stupid .It was my fault. My directions wereunclear. When I said you could keep doing that, I didn’t mean the hand. You’dsqueezed around me at the same time. That’s what I meant.”

Lori processedthis. “Oh, I get it.” She choked on a laugh herself. “No wonder you lost it.”The more she thought about it, the funnier it got. As she laughed softly, shegasped out, “And I thought you were some weirdo who got off from a little tapon your shoulder.”

Ander hadhimself fully under control now, but he smiled as she giggled. “Sorry about that.”

“No, don’tapologize,” she said. “I told you I don’t want to pretend. Did you want to keepgoing, or have you lost your momentum?” He still felt very hard inside her, butthe interruption must have distracted him.

“That’s up toyou.”

“I said I’dlike you to come, if you think you can.”

“I can. I’malmost there.”

Logically, shehad trouble believing him, since surely laughing at her silliness would havebeen a turn off. But when he began to thrust again and she tried to pump herhips and squeeze her inner muscles around his cock, he was clearly not ascontrolled as he’d been earlier. His features twisted slightly and his breathingbecame louder. His thrusts got faster, then a little jerky.

She wasdefinitely going to be sore afterwards, but there was something oddly pleasing,oddly compelling, about having a hot, hard, focused man about to lose itbetween her legs.

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