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At first, the
kiss was more about an overflow of feeling than anything else. But eventually
it became deeper, Ander stroking his tongue into her mouth and Lori rubbing her
breasts against his chest eagerly.

And before she
knew it she was lying on her back on the floor, the hardwood thankfully
softened by the Asian rug and scattered envelopes and piles of cash all around
her.

Ander was on
top of her, pushing against her groin with the bulge of his growing erection.
His mouth played along her neck while his hands fondled her body with shameless
entitlement.

Lori moaned as
an arousal built inside her, quicker than she would have expected after her
flood of emotions earlier. But it had been two weeks since she’d made love to Ander
and her body craved his touch.

His face moved
down to her neckline. He nipped around her cleavage, giving one erect nipple a
tweak with his finger and thumb through the thin fabric of her dress.

She gasped and
shifted restlessly at the jolt of pleasure. Then he did it again and she
whimpered. Then he took her breast in his mouth and fluttered his tongue around
her sensitized nipple, dampening the fabric and making her mew helplessly.

While he teased
her breasts, she stroked his smooth scalp, knowing how much it turned him on.

“Fuck, Lori, I
love you,” Ander mumbled against her breast, sliding his hands up to stroke the
line of her bare arms. “So beautiful. So sweet. I always want you so much.”

“Me too,” she
panted, already too far gone for extended conversation. Her body squirmed
beneath his, desperate for friction, for release. “Ander, me too.”

“Are you ready
for me, baby?” he asked, slipping his hand beneath her skirt and between her
legs. He found her hot, swollen entrance easily enough.

She wasn’t
wearing panties.

“Oh fuck,” he
bit out, his eyes igniting with heated possessiveness. He penetrated her with
two fingers, spilling her collected moisture and rubbing deliciously against
her inner walls.

Lori stretched
like a cat and moaned again, half-shutting her eyes as the sensations spun out
from his massage.

She mewed with
disappointment when he withdrew his fingers.

“Sorry. It’s
been a while and I’m not sure how long I can last.”

Smiling at him
with sensual affection, Lori sat up and reached over to feel his crotch. She
rubbed the hard bulge until Ander let his head fall back and groaned.

Delighted with
this reaction, Lori would have continued. But Ander recovered enough to take
her by the shoulders, ease her back down to the floor, and gently turn her over
onto her stomach.

She knew he
loved his position, and she was rather fond of it too.

Gazing at him
with both love and desire from over her shoulder, she watched as he unfastened
his trousers and freed his cock. “Feeling like a caveman tonight? Or do you
still insist you’re immune to such primitive impulses?”

He shot her a
warm, amused look, despite the tension on his face. Then he straddled her legs,
pushed up her skirt to bare her bottom, and lifted her hips until her entrance
was exposed.

Lori braced
herself with her arms and let out a wet sigh as he pushed his erection into her
wet, pliant channel.

Ander exhaled
too, his almost gravelly as they adjusted to the penetration. Then he leaned
over and said against her ear, “Me big strong man. Me take woman from behind.”

Caught by
surprise, Lori broke into rippling laughter, her body shaking beneath his and
the vibrations spreading deliciously through her body. “I knew there was a
caveman in there somewhere.”

Because she was
looking back as she laughed, she saw his gaze take on a new intensity, a depth
that took her breath away.

“I love you, Ander,”
she whispered, stretching her neck back for a kiss.

His lips found
hers and they kissed deeply as he started to thrust.

So they made
love on a floor strewn with discarded envelopes and thousands of dollars of
cash.

They kissed for
a long time, Ander’s hips moving with short, rhythmic pumps. But soon the
stimulation and the emotions coalesced with deep power, and it felt so good she
had to tear her mouth away.

“Oh, God,” she
panted, “Oh, Ander.” Her body began to shudder as an orgasm built up quickly.

His rhythm
intensified, as if in response to her coiling pleasure. He bumped his pelvis
against her bottom with accelerating speed, his cock sliding slickly in her
tight, heated clasp. “Fuck, Lori. I love you. Come for me, baby.”

She made soft,
sobbing sounds as she worked up toward climax. She was washed with alternating
waves of heat and cold as her vision started to blur.

Each of his
tight strokes connected with her g-spot and he’d started to grunt as he
unleashed his own need.

He ducked his
head down again and nuzzled her hair away from her neck. Then he bit down on
the hollow between her shoulder and throat.

“Ander!” she
choked, her body clenching up brutally before it all released in waves of
sensation. She eagerly rode out her climax around his cock, extending the
duration of the spasms.

As soon as her
channel clamped down around him, Ander made a gruff burst of sound. His motion
became jerky, clumsy, uncontrolled as he thrust hard and fast.

She found the
energy to turn her head back to watch him again, loving the sight of his barely
reined passion, his face twisted with effort, his fiery, tender eyes. His
obvious love and need for her affected her so much that another climax swelled
up without warning.

She shook
helplessly as Ander froze for a moment inside her. Then he came in a series of
twitches and twists, muttering a long, thick exhalation of, “Love you, love
you, love you, love you, love you.”

Lori came too
on the words. Her body convulsed with another round of spasms, and this time
she cried out from the pleasure of it.

They rocked
together until they finally came down. And then they collapsed together onto
the floor.

Ander’s weight
was hot and heavy on top of her, and Lori’s belly was pressed against the rug,
a few hundred-dollar bills sticking to her damp skin. But she didn’t really
want to move.

He pressed
kisses into the spot he’d bitten, occasionally murmuring out gruff endearments.

Her body was
relaxing deliciously, and she could feel Ander’s softening too. And finally the
discomfort caught up to her.

She shifted
beneath him until he rolled off. But instead of getting up he just rolled them
both over on their sides so he could spoon up behind her.

“You all right,
baby?” he asked softly, inhaling against her hair, like he was smelling it.

“Yeah.” She
knew what he was talking about. “We haven’t worked through all our issues. But
we’re doing good.”

Absently
stroking her belly over the fabric of her dress, he said, “I think so too.”

“Sorry about
the meltdown earlier.”

“Don’t be.”

“At least it
led to the discovery of all this money you had socked away.” Lori giggled,
feeling absurdly giddy. “What should we do with it all?”

“Spend it, I
guess.” His kissed her hair a few times. Then added, almost diffidently, “Maybe
we should use it to buy an engagement ring.”

Lori sucked in
a little breath but managed not to stiffen. Her heart beating wildly, she
drawled, “Do you have any idea how much money there is here? If we spend it all
on a ring, I wouldn’t be able to lift my hand.”

Ander chuckled.
“Then an engagement ring, wedding rings, a wedding ceremony, and a honeymoon.”

Trying to
contain her smile, Lori said, “That would probably cover it.”

His hand grew still
on her belly. “Lori?”

“Yes.”

“It might have
been indirect, but that was a proposal.”

“Was it?” She
still tried to keep her tone light, but her smile burst out in a blaze of joy.

“Yes,” he said,
sounding grumpy. “It was.”

Laughter
rippled out as she rolled over to face him. “Yes, I’ll marry you, silly.”

“Oh.” Ander
blinked. “Good.”

She hugged him
and it only took a few seconds before he was hugging her back. Then they lay
for a long time, half-dressed and tangled up on the floor, in the throes of
embarrassing bliss neither would admit to even an hour later.

Lori had just
done her little, irresistible tapping-the-shoulder routine—feeling now was an
appropriate time—and Ander had laughed with delicious warmth, when she heard
herself murmuring foolishly, “I love how you laugh.”

Ander’s
blue-gray eyes were softer than she would have believed possible when she’d
first met him in that coffee shop and thought him to be the coolest man she’d
even seen, burdened with the weight of experience. “You should. You taught me
how.”

Feeling
overwhelmingly sentimental, Lori tried to temper it with an ironic drawl. “Did
I? Well, I’ve got you beat. You taught me how to have sex, how to have an
orgasm, how to use my trusty vibrator, how to get myself off, how to use dozens
of sexual positions, how to give a blow job, and how to ice skate.”

Ander shook his
head, his lips twitching a little. “Lori, are you serious? You taught me how to
be with someone genuinely, how to enjoy sex, how to express emotion, how to
value myself, how to feel, how to love, how to trust. How to
live
.
You’re never going to win this game.”

Her mouth
parted as she stared at his face, just a few inches away. When she could
finally get past the lump in her throat, she whispered, “Well, maybe we taught
each other.”

“Maybe so.”

They kissed
again until Lori started to feel sleepy. Then she snuggled up against him and
stroked the back of his head. “Now we get to teach each other how to be
married.”

It was a clear
sign that she’d suffered an overload of sap when she didn’t even think that
sounded stupid.

“Hmm,” Ander
agreed, nuzzling her hair. “And then later on maybe we can teach each other how
to be parents.”

“Yeah,” she
murmured. “All kinds of stuff to learn. I’m looking forward to it.”

Then she
processed exactly what Ander had just said.

Lori gulped. “I
think.”

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