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“Of coursenot.” Lori sighed. She knew her cousin genuinely cared about her, and that Sabrinacouldn’t really understand her relationship with Ander just by hearing about itsecond-hand. “I’m pursuing real relationships. I am. Did I tell you I metsomeone?”

“What!” Sabrinademanded. “Who? When? Where?”

Lori chuckled,glad of the distraction and glad that she’d saved this bomb to drop on Sabrina withmaximum impact. “Asked like a true reporter. I met him at the writer’sconference. He’s from Seattle too. He’s a lawyer-turned-writer. You’ll neverguess who it is.”

Sabrinahesitated for a moment, obviously searching her mind for possibilities. “Howincredible would it be if it was that hot Phil Rothe. I saw him on a morningnews show show last month. He had the most delicious jeans on and, with thatfive-o’clock shadow, wow!”

Lori grinnedagainst her cell phone. “That’s the one. He was wearing those jeans when I methim.”

Sabrinasquealed in thrilled delight.

“I’ll have totell you the details tomorrow. I think he’s interested though. We talked a lot.And we already made a lunch date for next week, and he asked if I’d go with himto a museum fundraiser next Saturday. I haven’t been this excited about someonein a long time.”

“I’m dying formore info, but I’ll try to restrain myself until tomorrow. Just tell me this.If you’ve got this hot, scruffy, manly man waiting in the wings, why are yourushing back to fuck your gigolo.”

Lori swallowed.Then she shrugged in the empty room. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’ve beenhaving sex with Ander every week or so for the last three months. And now I’vebeen away for a month. I guess I’m sort of in the habit.”

“I get it,” Sabrinacackled, “You’re horny!”

After anappropriately snide reply, Lori hung up. She knew Sabrina was right, though.

Shewashorny. Hornier than she’d ever been in her life. She’d taken her vibrator withher to Hong Kong and had had to make use of it almost every day. It hadn’t beenfully satisfying, however. She’d lain in bed more nights than she’d like toadmit fantasizing about what she’d do with Ander when she returned to Seattle.

The truth wasshehadrushed back to meet up with him again. She wasn’t sure she couldwait another night.

She’d beenanticipating so much that she was already wet, despite the distraction of herconversation with Sabrina. She sat down on a chair and glared at the clock,which still said there were nine more minutes until Ander’s arrival.

Then there wasan unexpected knock on the door. Ander was miraculously, wonderfully early.

Lori flew tothe door and flung it open.

Ander stood infront of her—lean, slick, and handsome in a blue dress shirt and black tailoredtrousers. He looked so scrumptious she wanted to slurp him down.

He smiled ather, appearing genuinely pleased to see her. “How was your trip?”

“No time forthat.” Lori yanked him into the room and pushed him toward the bed, alreadyfumbling with the buttons to his shirt.

A few minuteslater, he was naked and her beautiful Chinese silk gown was disgracefullypushed up past her breasts so Ander could mouth and stroke her bare flesh.

Lori clutchedat his head, pushing his mouth against her sensitized nipple more firmly. Shecouldn’t stop pulling at him, trying to get him as close as possible, feel himas much as she could. Her thighs were parted and her legs wrapped around hismiddle. She wriggled and rocked beneath him so she could rub her aching clitagainst his belly.

To her relief, Anderwasn’t as leisurely as usual. His mouth was hard and hungry, and his hands weredemanding and seeking. He must have some instinct from years of experience thatwas able to tap into her mood because his hot urgency was exactly what sheneeded, exactly what she felt herself.

She squirmedand clawed at him as he worked her up into deeper desire until she couldn’ttake anymore. “Enough, Ander,” she gasped. “I need you to fuck me now.”

He didn’thesitate. Barely raised his face from her breast. Just reached over and grabbedfor a condom and the lubricant from the nightstand. Then he finally pulledhimself up.

His face was alittle flushed and his skin damp with light perspiration as he rolled on thecondom and slicked himself up with lube.

Loripractically howled with impatience until he parted her legs and stroked heropen with his fingers. Without prelude, he sunk two fingers into her channel,curling them up to massage her g-spot.

She made an oddthroaty noise—almost like a purr—and arched her spine up off the mattress. Ashe pumped his fingers inside her, she tried to concentrate enough to decidewhat position she wanted to use today. They’d been experimenting and she nowhad quite a few positions in her repertoire. But she couldn’t make her mindwork through her heated haze to settle on one to request of Ander tonight.

As it happened,she didn’t need to. Instead of waiting for her lead, he muttered, “Why don’tyou turn over?”

She did as hesuggested automatically, her body clenching in excitement. His fingers remainedinside her as she rolled onto her stomach, and the feel of the penetration asshe shifted position was delicious and debauched.

Ander adjustedhis hand to accommodate her sprawl on her stomach and she almost whimpered inpleasure as he fucked her with his fingers. Unconsciously, she lifted herbottom to give him better access, and she felt his free hand stroking andsqueezing the soft flesh of her hips and ass.

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