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Ander held her
firmly by the hips to keep her still and lightly nudged at her arousal once
more.

Lori’s arms
shot up to clutch at the headboard, and she mumbled in soft, broken tones. “Please,
Ander, please. Now, please.”

He had to close
his eyes to control his throbbing erection as she spoke. When he opened them
again, he grabbed her underwear in both hands and, with a savage yank, ripped
them at the seam.

He used to do
that kind of thing all the time to give his clients a thrill, but he’d never
done it with Lori before.

She cried out
in both surprise and delight at this primal gesture and whispered, “Yeah,
Ander. Good. Now.”

He pulled the
torn fabric away from her skin, baring her completely to his gaze. “Now what?”
he asked, his voice more strangled than he would have liked. His face hovered
just above her pussy.

She bent her
legs at the knee and pulled them up, opening herself to him more completely. “Use
your mouth,” she choked, raising her head slightly so she could see what he was
doing. “Please, Ander. Use your mouth.”

So he did.

His tongue
lapped at the warm flesh, tasting her desire, darting in at her entrance to
spill even more.

Lori had
immediately started pumping her hips, trying to establish a satisfying rhythm.
But Ander grabbed her again and held her still as he nuzzled and fluttered his
tongue.

His cock pressed
into the mattress now, and he was briefly afraid that he’d lose it completely
when she started urging him incoherently to continue. She was fighting his grip
on her hips.

She’d been
quiet when he’d first done this to her, three years ago now. Self-conscious.
She’d come for him—beautifully—but she hadn’t surrendered to this wild abandon.

She trusted him
completely now.

For some
reason, that was the thought that stretched his control to the breaking point.
He straightened up quickly, releasing his hold on her, needing to be inside her
immediately.

She whined in
protest.

“Sorry, baby,”
he said, forgetting he was supposed to be powerful as he undressed quickly.
“Can’t wait anymore.”

“It’s fine—just
hurry up. I’ve missed you so much.”

Naked and
painfully erect, he moved back over her, this time settling between her spread
legs. He poised his cock at her entrance, but paused before he entered her.

She clawed at
his shoulders. “Now you’re just being mean.”

He closed his
eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you
inside me. Please, Ander.”

He entered her
slowly. Then held himself perfectly still, needing to recover his control and
reveling in the familiar hot clasp of her body.

Lori, on the
other hand, was unable to remain still. Trying to ride him from below, she pulled
her bent legs closer to her body in order to get more leverage. “Oh, God, I
need you to move.”

Supporting himself
on extended arms, he eased back slowly until he had almost pulled out, then
sank in with a slow thrust. He watched Lori’s face twist with pleasure. He
repeated the move, and she made a throaty humming sound. The third time she
grabbed for the headboard.

“Faster,” she
urged him. “Please, faster.”

He tried to
keep his motion steady—tried to exert some sort of control—but his body refused
to obey his mind. He thrust into her hard and fast, not pulling out quite as
far, and Lori met his thrusts with her hips.

She was quickly
building toward orgasm, softly gasping out a succession of monosyllables—mostly
“yeah” and “Ander.” His eyes shifted from her lovely face to the bouncing of
her breasts.

He felt her
inner muscles flutter around him, and she made a stifled sound and flailed her
head.

“Tell me,” he
gritted out, trying to prepare himself for what he knew was coming. “Tell me.”

She lurched up off
the bed a few inches. “Coming. Ander, please.”

He accelerated
his thrusting, willing his body to temper its need. “Come for me, Lori,” he
demanded roughly. “Come now.”

She came.

It was
beautiful and powerful both. She nearly bent her body backward as she clutched
at the headboard, banging it loudly a few times against the wall. Her muscles
clenched him ruthlessly, so he could only push against the contractions and
urge himself not to come as well.

It was a near
thing. He released a strangled sound and jerked his head to the side, so that
her wild, gorgeous abandon wouldn’t push him over the edge.

It had been so long
since he’d felt her like this.

It threatened
to break him.

Her hips
twitched a few more times as she came down, and she gasped desperately for air,
her body damp and flushed all over.

“God,” she
panted, reaching up to stroke his face. “That was incredible. How the hell did
you keep from coming too?”

His sense of
irony made an unexpected appearance as her pussy still clasped possessively at
his cock. With a twitch of his lips, he muttered, “I have control like iron.”

She giggled
appreciatively and leaned up to give him a sweet kiss.

But this sort
of tenderness stretched him too far. He reared up. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, please,”
she replied, smiling at him fondly.

Her expression
made his chest ache, his heart swell, his control falter.

All his life,
he’d sought control over his world—by defying his father, by refusing to submit
to social expectations, by making his body do what he’d done. Since he’d gotten
together with Lori, his world had been different.
He
had been different.

But not
different enough.

He pulled out
of her completely. The cool air on his wet erection—slick from her arousal—made
him shudder.

Lori’s face was
confused. “I thought we were going again.”

“We are.” He
lowered himself farther down the bed and lifted her legs by the ankles. Kissed
one of her calves and then straightened her legs until her ankles rested on his
shoulders.

He gave her a
questioning look, and she answered him silently, nodding her head.

So he lined
himself up at her entrance again and then carefully eased himself inside. As he
entered her, he leaned forward, until her knees were up against her shoulders,
and her body was folded in half.

He released a
low moan and heard Lori mirror the sound. He was penetrating her even more
deeply this way—buried inside her fully, tightly. It was almost too much, and
he tensed his whole body to hold onto his restraint.

When he could,
he opened his eyes. Lori’s face was twisted, and she was biting her lower lip,
but he couldn’t tell if it was from pain or pleasure. “Okay?” he asked thickly.

“Yeah,” she
whispered, shifting restlessly beneath him. “Good, Ander. So good.”

She was taking
everything he could give her, and Ander felt a wave of power surge through him
at the utterly genuine way she had said the words. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she
breathed, trying to rock her hips against him. “You’re so good, Ander. Now get
going.”

He turned his
head and nipped at the side her leg. “Say please.” He eased back, generating
tight, torturous friction.

“Arrogant
bastard.” She tried to scowl, but she was also rocking up into him, which was
just about all she could do in her helpless position.

He was shaking
with the effort to rein himself in, but he managed not to push back into her.

When he failed
to thrust, Lori whimpered. Tried to pump her hips higher, but couldn’t get him
any deeper inside her. Relented. “Fine. Please, oh you great god of all that is
sexy, please, please, please fuck me now.”

Ander choked on
a burst of laughter, but since she’d said please, he braced himself with hands
splayed out on the mattress. Pushed in to fill her again, levering his hips up
on the in-stroke.

Lori arched and
moaned deeply, her arms flying out, hands fumbling for something to hold onto.
“Again,” she gasped.

He pulled back.
Stroked in. Levered up.

“God, Ander,”
she cried, tendrils of hair sticking to her damp face. “More. More.”

Ander thrust
again, trying to be careful. He was deep, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

He loved how her
entire body rocked with his motion—she was moving completely at his will—and
the press of her calves on his shoulders gave him just enough resistance to
push against.

Sweat was
pooling in the hollow of Lori’s neck now. He could see it glistening even in
the very faint light. “Harder,” she begged, squeezing her eyes shut. “Ander,
please, I need it harder. And faster.”

He let out a rough
sound of pleasure or pride and allowed himself to push into her hard.

The potency was
overwhelming when he heard Lori gasp, “Yeah. Like that. Hard. Fast.”

He intensified
his thrusting, his arms shaking visibly as he supported his body above her.

Lori’s moans transformed
into cries of pleasure as they moved, and every exclamation made him feel even
more powerful, even more needed, even less broken.

He wanted to bring
her to orgasm again. And then again. Wanted to please her as much as he could.
But his thighs burned, and his arms trembled, and he wasn’t sure how long he
could leash his own release. “Can you come?”

“Yeah. Yeah.
Coming. More, Ander.”

He loved
hearing her breathless words. Loved hearing how much she needed him, how much
he was pleasing her. Demanded, “More what?”

“More—” She
jerked her head, evidently at a loss for words. After a few more thrusts, she
found her voice again. “Fuck, Ander,” she continued, yanking the sheet off the
bed in her desperation. “More.”

“Tell me what
you want.” His eyes were locked on her wild, desperate face.

“Want you,” she
choked, her hair in her eyes and her mouth. “Want to come. Ander, please.”

It felt like
his heart was going to explode. He knew his cock would very, very soon. And he
roared in relief when he finally felt her muscles clench violently around him.

She cried out
as she came again, and Ander kept pushing into her spasming body.

Finally able to
let himself go, he felt the familiar pressure draw up as he made his final
thrusts. Coiling. Tightening. Centering.

Unexpectedly,
Lori breathed, “I love you.”

And it was so
much more than he could handle.

Ander made a
loud sound of either relief or surrender as the rush of pleasure overtook him.

He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d come so hard, and it took pretty much everything he
had. His elbows buckled, no longer able to support his weight.

Lori huffed as
his whole weight suddenly descended on her folded body.

“God,” he said,
trying to find the strength to pull himself up. “Sorry, baby.” He managed to
extract himself and untangle her limbs, helping her to straighten her weak legs
back to the bed.

When she was
lying flat again, he slumped beside her, closed his eyes, and tried to catch
his breath.

After a minute,
he opened his eyes again and turned his head. Saw Lori gazing at him in the dim
light. Her voice was scratchy as she asked, “Do you feel better now?”

 “Yes,” he
murmured, summoning enough energy to gently stroke her damp cheek. Noticed
there were streaks from tears on her face and hoped they’d been from pleasure
and not from pain. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Sore.
But that was amazing.” She smiled at him in obvious exhaustion. “What a
stallion.”

Ander’s throat
and chest and arms and legs were all burning from his exertion, but he couldn’t
help but return her dry smile. “I think I’ve had enough ego-stroking for
tonight.”

“Just making
sure. I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you
too.”

His head was
turned toward her so he saw when she raised her hand and smiled as she looked
at the engagement ring on her left hand. He noticed her doing that
occasionally, as if reminding herself that she was really engaged to him.

The thought
made him too emotional. Too weak. One more thing he couldn’t quite handle
tonight.

He rolled out
of bed and limped toward the bathroom, feeling rather sore and exhausted
himself.

There, he
turned on the light and stood in front of the sink, trying to find the energy
to splash water on his face.

For the first
few months after Lori had become a client, he’d had to do this after every time
they had sex. Escape into the bathroom. Pull himself together. Remember who she
was, who he was, and how he could never be with her for real.

He stood in
front of the sink for a long time, braced by his hands on the granite,
breathing heavily, his head ducked and eyes closed.

Lori loved him
and had been looking forward to his return, but she wouldn’t want him to return
to her damaged.

He was startled
by a voice beside him. “Ander, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He opened his
eyes and saw in the mirror as Lori moved to wrap her arms around him from
behind. “Nothing. I’m fine. It’s just been a long trip.”

“The dig went
all right? Everyone recognized how brilliant and remarkable you are?” Her voice
was light, but he knew the question was serious.

“Yes. It went
well. No problems there.”

“And you didn’t
work too hard? You got enough sleep and ate okay?”

“Yes. If I’d
been tempted not to, then your daily calls to remind me would have gotten me
back on track.”

He could hear
her chuckle behind him as her arms squeezed him affectionately. “And you wore a
hat to protect your poor head from the sun?”

He couldn’t help
but smile. Then he shivered as she slipped a hand up to stroke his smooth
scalp.

He’d been
completely bald since he was in his early twenties, but he didn’t mind
anymore—especially since Lori seemed so fond of it.