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“I guess.” She
glanced around, as if to affirm they were protected. “It seems as if your logic
is faultless.”

He bit off a
groan when she moved one hand to his head and caressed him, her other hand
squeezing down to his groin. “My logic is a thing of wonder.”

“Your logic
isn’t the only thing of wonder you can lay claim to.”

He was
momentarily distracted by a rush of emotion—need, affection, understanding,
tenderness, something like awe. He couldn’t believe this woman was his.
Couldn’t believe she wanted him so much. Couldn’t believe she’d shaped her life
around him as much as he had around her.

But that kind
of emotion pushed him toward other feelings, the ones he wasn’t strong enough
to process yet. So he made himself focus on other things.

At the moment, he had several other things to focus on.  Namely, Lori’s
hand on his hardening erection, her other hand stroking his scalp, her breasts
brushing lusciously against his chest, and her lips tugging at his earlobe.

So the burst of shuddering feeling was all but swallowed up by the
urgent need deepening in his body.

He couldn’t count the times he’d made love to Lori in the three years
he’d known her, but he still couldn’t get enough.

Couldn’t get close to enough.

He pushed up her skirt with one hand and fisted his other in the
armrest as she massaged him skillfully.

Pulling back slightly, she gazed at his face with heavy-lidded eyes. 
“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he answered, trying not to push his pelvis up into her hand
when she stopped massaging him.  “I guess the only explanation for my other
thing of wonder is that you’re irresistible and that I’m exceptionally horny
today.”

She laughed, her hair spilling down around her face and shoulders.  “You
must be pretty far gone, if you’re reduced to using such an objectionable word.”

She started to massage him again with a skillful hand. She knew what
she was doing, knew how to please him the most.

Ander felt—couldn’t help but feel—an uncivilized rush of satisfaction
at the knowledge that he was the only man she’d ever been with.

That
he
was the only one allowed to touch her.

“Very far gone.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss just to the right of
her mouth.

“Good.”  She slid her fingertips delicately across the tight skin of
his scalp.  Ander shivered in response, the compulsion of his cock growing
stronger—even from such an elusive touch. “I like you far gone.”

He moved his hand from her ass to tangle into her silky hair, curving
his fingers around the base of her skull.  Leaning forward again, he kissed her
full on the mouth, letting his tongue caress the line where her lips met.

His body pressed up toward Lori's as she clung to him with her lips,
her arms, her legs.  She was straddling him fully now, her skirt hiked up
around her hips, and her mouth opened easily to the intrusion of his tongue.  She
moaned deep in her throat, rubbing her groin against his.

Both the textured sound and the feel of her grinding sent of jolt of
desire through him, so intensely that his hips jerked up.

The motion must have jarred her because her mouth broke away.  She
turned her head to the side, breathing unevenly and digging her fingers into
his shoulders.

His hands were moving of their own accord, sliding under the edge of
her little cashmere sweater and then pulling it off over her heard.

She raised her arms to let him remove the sweater and then arched back,
pressing her chest toward him in an instinctive gesture.

He swallowed over a gravelly hum, merely at the sight of her.  Then his
hands moved up automatically.  Cupped and squeezed the soft weight of her breasts. 
Thumbed the erect nipples.

Lori’s head dropped backwards, and she pressed into his touch, still
clinging to his shoulders for support.

Ander couldn’t stop himself.  He bucked up again—nothing forceful or
awkward, just a tight little thrust that demanded indulgence.

This time Lori groaned in response, the noise low, long, and lingering. 
The sight and sound of her was intensely erotic, and the fact that this was
real, that this was intimate, made it all the more compelling.

Ander couldn’t wait anymore. He slipped his hand into her panties to
see if she was ready.

She was soft and hot and very wet.

When he pulled his hand back, she pushed down his trousers, and he
lifted his hips to get them out of their way.

He was still rearranging his position when Lori fully freed his cock. 
Her fingers brushed along the hard flesh, making his breath hitch.  Then he helped
Lori position herself over him.  He held his cock in place at her entrance,
moving aside her panties until she lowered herself on top of him.

His body tensed up at the hot, close sheathe of her around his cock. 
He dug his fingers into the flesh of her thighs.

As she settled over his erection, she started shaking a little,
breathing quickly and just barely squirming.

“Are you sure no one can see us?” she asked, looking over his shoulder
through the back windshield.

Ander’s pelvis kept twitching up involuntarily, every instinct in his
body screaming at him to thrust.  “No one can see. It’s just us.”

“Okay.” She met his eyes again. “Just us.”

The next time he pushed up into her weight, she lowered her mouth to
his ear and murmured, “No.  Let me.”

Ander’s head fell back against the seat.  He forced himself to stay
still as Lori moved over him.  She began to rock—rhythmically, but not forcefully—and
her motion generated lush, tight friction as his cock slid inside her.

He moaned, unable to stifle the uncontrolled sound.  His base drive urged
him to thrust, to intensify the friction, to claim her, to bring them both to a
fast rush of climax.

But he didn’t.  He tried to relax his arms and legs and let the erotic
pleasure build from the cadence of Lori’s motion.  He kept his eyes open
though, so he could watch her.

His climax was growing powerfully, steadily, and it was taking more
control than he was used to exerting to continue to hold himself back.

But he did.  He let the sensations flood him.  Saturate him.  Swell up
from a motion that wasn’t his.  Let this happen to him.  Let Lori take him as
she wanted.

A freeing experience or a frustrating one—Ander wasn’t sure which it
was most.  Either way, the pleasure was almost agonizing, since he didn’t feel
in control of it.  As her motion accelerated, as her body began to bounce above
him, her broken grunts getting faster, he felt more and more out of control.

His cock was throbbing unbearably now, and a roaring had heightened in
his ears.  His eyes kept falling closed as sensations shot out from his groin,
but he forced them open, not wanting to miss any flicker of expression on her
face.

Despite her bra, her breasts jiggled as she rode him, their motion
summoning something primal in him, calling up a force both needy and demanding.

When her fingernails jabbed into the skin at the back of his neck, the
sudden pain caused him to buck up sharply.   He’d been gripping Lori’s ass with
both hands, but at the shocking jolt of sensation one of his arms flew up of
its own accord.  Bent above his head in an awkward move that he couldn’t seem
to help.

Lori choked on a cry of response at his thrust, and she rode him more
wildly.

Ander felt like his entire body was throbbing, like the whole world was
throbbing too.  But he forced his hips to stay as still as possible, only
relenting enough to make occasional pushes up when he could no longer contain
the deepening urgency.

His arm was still bent above him, his forearm resting on his head.  He
didn’t like the position of it, but he couldn’t seem to find the coordination
to move it.

Then Lori jerked forward, bending her neck down.  And her mouth closed
around the side of his forearm, biting down though the fabric of his shirt.

Ander grunted harshly, the sudden pressure on his arm both surprising
him and nearly driving him mad.  Lori was leaning against him now—her body, her
frantic motion, her obvious need all threatening to swallow him up.

The fall of her hair was surrounding him, the soft strands shaking
against his skin in the most unexpected of ways.  And her chest was right in
front of his eyes.

For a moment, it felt like she was suffocating him.  Like Ander would
never be able to escape, like he would drown in her.

Then she was coming.  Her intimate muscles clenching around him, her
entire body swept with tremors, her teeth clamping down on his arm so hard that
he couldn’t hold back a roar.

He let go of everything.  No control left.  His body jerked in a way
that would have been embarrassing if he’d been able to process such a
response.  He couldn’t.

Nothing existed but Lori above him and the powerful waves of pleasure
that consumed him.

When the pressure finally erupted, Ander froze for an instant, his
vision whiting out for the unbearable moment right before he came. 

Then he came, feeling his climax pulse through his cock until all the
tension was finally released.

By the time he came to his senses again, Lori had relaxed against him,
her mouth having fallen away from where she’d been biting him.

Ander lowered his arm, his shoulder sore from the extended, upraised
position.  The spot she’d bitten was aching, and he knew he’d have a bruise there.

For some reason, he liked that idea. Liked her to claim him as much as
he wanted to claim her.

“Okay?” he asked faintly, his voice not yet returned to normal.  Every
muscle in his body felt limp, and he barely had enough energy to push Lori’s
hair out of his face.

“Yeah. Except I’m going to feel like taking a nap now instead of
sitting in another conference session.”

“Better get yourself some coffee.”

She muffled a snort. “Yeah. You too.” She leaned forward to kiss him,
her lips clinging and tender. Then she groaned as she pulled off him at last.
“And I thought I was sore yesterday.”

“Are you all right?” He felt a pang of concern as he saw her wince as
she tried to adjust herself.

 “Yeah. Doing fine. Believe it or not, this kind of soreness is not the
worst thing ever. I remember some of those nights with you at the beginning,
when we went most of the night. The soreness now is nothing compared to that.”

He raised his eyebrows as he fastened his pants. “Isn’t it? I’ll have
to remedy the matter, then.”

“Not now, you won’t,” she said with a laugh. “Your excessive horniness
will have to wait until later.”

He smiled, pleased that he’d distracted both of them from what was
still looming at the edges of his mind. The shuddering knowledge he’d been
ignoring was still heavy in his gut, tight in his chest, but he was doing a
good job in keeping it at bay. “I’ll take that as a promise.”

He was back in the library
working when Lori called him again.

He’d managed to
drown out everything else as he focused on writing and research for several
hours, so he blinked in surprise when he glanced down at his phone and realized
it was already after six.

“Hey,” she said
when he picked up. “Do you want to do something for dinner? I’m not really in
the mood for this banquet.”

“I better not.
I’m getting some good work done.”

He heard her
sigh, but she didn’t complain—which was a relief. “All right. I guess I’ll go
to the boring banquet.”

 “Everything
else okay?”

“Yeah. I’d just
rather be with you.”

He couldn’t
help but smile, oddly touched by her grumbled words. “Me too.”

“You say that,
but when I give you a chance to be with me, you say you need to work.”

“I really do
need to work. I’ll be back this evening. There’s still my excessive horniness
to address.”

To his
surprise, she didn’t laugh. “I wasn’t really talking about sex tonight. I just
want to be with you.”

He had no idea
what to say to that and felt rather awkward—too much emotion leaving him
briefly paralyzed.

“Ander?”

“Yeah,” he
managed to say. “I want to be with you too.”

“Then why
aren’t you?”

He blinked,
having thought the conversation was ending and not expecting the blunt
question. “What?”

“If you want to
be with me, then why aren’t you?”

“I told you—”

“I know what
you told me, but I just can’t believe that work is so urgent. You have months
until your dissertation is due. You’ve been in Greece for six weeks, and you
haven’t even given yourself a day to recover. If you don’t want to spend time
with me, I’d rather you just say it.”

“What the hell
are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” She
sounded subdued.  A little sad. “You seem like you’re…”

“Like I’m
what?” Ander’s back stiffened slightly as he grew immediately defensive.

 “I don’t know.
Like you’re avoiding me.”

“That’s
ridiculous. We had sex two nights ago. We had sex yesterday morning. We had
lunch today and then had sex again. How exactly am I avoiding you?” His voice
was sharper than it should have been because he knew—he
knew
—she was
right.

“I don’t know how
to explain it, but I know you. And I feel it. Something is wrong, and you won’t
tell me. It just seems like you’re distant somehow.”

“I’m not
distant. I’m working. I’m not sure what you expect of me, but I can hardly drop
everything because you need attention.”

He knew how she
would respond to his words and snide tone. He knew, and that was why he said
them.

She was so
angry now she was almost sputtering. “Have I once said I wanted attention? I
want to know what’s going on with you, and you keep pretending it’s nothing.”