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She smiled overat Ander as he sat down on edge of the bed next to her and reached to turn offthe bedside light. He smiled back, and that was the last clear image she had ofhis face.

In the darkroom, Lori felt less exposed and self-conscious. She was starting to think thatthis wouldn’t be too bad—that she’d worked herself up over nothing—when Ander’sform suddenly loomed over hers, the dark silhouette of his head directly abovehers.

She jerkedviolently, having expected him to be a lot lower. “What are you doing?” shegasped.

He grew verystill. “I was going to start with some foreplay if that’s all right. It willmake things go more smoothly.”

“Oh. Okay.Sounds good.” She took a slightly ragged breath and lay beneath him, tellingherself she was an intelligent, mature grown-up who was in control of thisencounter. She had nothing to be nervous about.

When his facelowered toward hers, though, she put a hand up to stop him. “Are you going tokiss me?”

“I was,” hesaid, bracing himself above her on his forearms. Like his hand, his whole bodyfelt warm, far too warm for his sleek, cool persona. “My clients usually liketo be kissed.”

“Oh. Well, I’mnot sure I want to. It just seems too...I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.Like I’m taking advantage of you or something.”

There was anoticeable pause before he said, “Lori, you’re paying me for this.”

“I know.” Shesquirmed a little. “But it just feels weird. I’d rather not.”

“Of course. Youmean on your mouth, I assume. I can kiss you elsewhere, as part of foreplay?”

“Yes. Elsewhereis fine.”

She reallywished she were less nervous so she could enjoy the bizarre nature of thisconversation.

Ander startedby mouthing her throat lightly. She tilted her head to give him better accessand was surprised by how nice the light touch felt. Then, before she knew it,he was stroking her body over the cashmere, his palm brushing over her hips,belly, and breasts.

She’d been veryaroused a few minutes ago and had only been briefly distracted. So her bodyresponded to his caresses. It was a relief. She still was breathing in unevenlittle pants, but she started to loosen her tense muscles.

“Take a fewdeep breaths,” Ander murmured, his mouth lowering to trail along hercollarbone.

Lori was aboutto be annoyed with his bossiness when she remembered he was just doing as she’drequested. So she followed his instructions, took a long, unhurried breath andlet it out. After a few more of these, her breathing had slowed and evened out.

“May I push upyour top?” Ander asked, his fingers on the edge of her little tank.

“Yeah.”

He eased up hertop to expose her breasts, although it was too dark in the room to see themclearly. Then he lowered his mouth to latch onto one nipple.

She gave alittle whimper as he suckled it skillfully, and she felt the corresponding tugsbetween her legs. She shifted beneath him.

“Let me knowwhat you like,” he said, raising his mouth from her breast briefly. “I can’tplease you otherwise.”

“Oh. I likewhat you’re doing. What should I do with my arms?” It felt like her arms werein the way and she couldn’t figure out where to put them.

“Grabbing theheadboard is an old favorite,” he said, the wry note in his voice comfortingand familiar. “Or you’re welcome to touch me if you want. Just please don’t scratchmy head.”

She tried theheadboard and kind of liked the way the position lifted her breasts so theydidn’t fall so weirdly to the sides. So she clung to the wood as Ander suckledat her nipple and then adjusted to fondle both breasts with his hands.

Lori arched upinvoluntarily as pleasure tingled from his touch and coalesced at her growingarousal. Realizing she was panting again, she tried to take a few more slowbreaths.

“Is thisworking for you, Lori?”

“Yeah,” sheadmitted hoarsely, arching up again as he twirled both of her nipples betweenhis fingers and thumbs. “It feels really good.”

Ander continuedhis caresses, kissing and stroking her breasts, and sometimes shifting up toher throat or down to her stomach.

He was cuppingher breasts with both hands and had his mouth on her belly when Lori’s handsflew down of their own accord to settle on his head. Making sure not to use herfingernails, she stroked the tight skin of his bald scalp, amazed by how smoothit felt and how rippling the little bumps and ridges of his skull were. He’deither shaved his head before he came over or he was naturally bald. She feltnot the slightest hint of stubble. The smooth sensations on her fingertipsintensified the other growing sensations in her body.

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