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

“Ander,” shebegged, clutching at the bedding. “Please.”

He was stillwearing most of his clothes, and his flushed, tense face above his expensiveshirt and suit was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

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

Sucking in airas she came down, she started to claw at Ander’s ass, trying to move him intoposition, still hungry for more. He adjusted his body to align his cock at herentrance.

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

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

“Fuck,” hemuttered. He was bracing himself with his hands on the bed, and his face hadjerked the side.

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

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

“Yeah.” When hemade his first long thrust, she parted her lips and stretched her neck withpleasure. “Oh yeah.” He thrust again, and she dug her fingers into the clenchedmuscles of his ass. “Oh yeah.”

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

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

His body wasblazing hot and sweating beneath his clothes, and his own uneven breathingturned into rhythmic guttural sounds—almost like grunts—every time he pushedinside her.

“Oh God,” shechoked. “Oh Ander.” Her whole body had started to shake and waves of heatbombarded her.

The speed ofhis rutting intensified and he was so tense she could see the tight sinews inhis neck.

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

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

His breathingwas fast and sloppy as his elbows buckled and his body collapsed briefly onhers.

She clung tohim for the few moments he remained on top of her, holding him with her armsand her legs.

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

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

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

Her only regretwas that Ander had won the pillow fight.

Ander stayed inthe bathroom a little longer than usual but not as long as he had that nightshe returned from Hong Kong.

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

He had broadshoulders, a tight abdomen, long legs and a trim, gorgeous ass. His butt wasexposed to her as he pulled his boxers on, so she had an excellent view of thefirm cheeks and trim flanks. And the angry red marks crisscrossing his fairskin from her fingernails.

She stifled asnicker at this evidence of how vividly she’d marked him, and she pulled thesheet and comforter up to her armpits. She wasn’t wearing anything except hercashmere tank, and her body wasn’t perfectly chiseled for public appreciationthe way Ander’s was.

Ander gave hera questioning look as he returned to the bed and got under the covers besideher. “What?”

She must nothave hid her snicker very well. “Nothing.”

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