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Jake nodded. “I am.
First, I need to get slick.” He plunged inside her. “You are so wet, Sandra. I
love how responsive you are.”

“Only
with you.”
She
looked away from his gaze upon making the admission. “I’ve had orgasms with
other men, but nothing like this. With them, it felt like work.”

He pressed a kiss to her
forehead as he thrust in and out of her. “It shouldn’t be work to have sex.”

Sandra nodded, having
figured that out for herself. Her lackluster sex life had been unsatisfying
enough that she hadn’t been compelled to find a lover until her loneliness had
grown to the point it was now. Even when she’d begun her search for a partner, she
had resigned herself to finding a man who stimulated her intellectually and
emotionally, though he might not provide much physical stimulation. With Jake,
she could have it all.

He withdrew, grasping her
hips to lift her buttocks off the bed. She tried not to tense up when the head
of his cock sought out her puckered entrance. He eased inside, inch by inch,
and she held her breath. At first, it burned, and she wanted to push him away.
Before she could give in to the urge, he slipped his hand between them, finding
her clit. He fondled her, stroking the slippery bud between his thumb and
forefinger, and blotting out the temporary, sharp pain from his possession.

Sandra slowly exhaled as
Jake buried himself inside her back passage. She looked up at him, her eyes
wide with amazement. He smiled down at her while withdrawing and then plunging
inside her again.

She grasped handfuls of
the coverlet as she arched restlessly against Jake. He continued to stroke her
clit in rhythm with the thrusts he made into her ass, his pace gradually
increasing. Sandra moaned as he surged deeply inside her, his face tight with
exertion. The feel of his liquid heat filling the condom inside her tight walls
made her spasm, and she cried out as she
orgasmed
.

With exaggerated care,
Jake withdrew from her, supporting his weight on his arms as he leaned over her
to press a kiss to her mouth. She managed a feeble kiss in return, too
exhausted to muster a bigger reaction. She was worn out, but it was a pleasant,
boneless feeling, rather than one of frustration and physical exhaustion that
usually accompanied her experiences with sex.

Jake settled beside her,
tucking her under his arm. “I’m starving.”

In response, her stomach
rumbled. “I guess I am too,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m not sure I can
lift a fork though.”

He smoothed his hand over
her abdomen. “I’ll hand feed you grapes.”

She giggled. “Don’t
forget to fan me.”

“Of course,” he said with
mock solemnity.

Jake stretched his arm
and lifted the phone. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care.” She
really didn’t. Eating with Jake would probably even make pineapple, her least
favorite food, taste good.

He placed a quick order
for salads, chicken sandwiches, strawberries and champagne before replacing the
phone. A moment later, he sat up. “I guess we should put on some clothes.”

“Probably.”
She groaned with the effort of
rising. “It wouldn’t do to embarrass the room service waiter.” She slipped off
the bed, padding across the thick carpet in her bare feet. “I think I’ll take a
quick shower.”

He leered at her. “Can I
wash your back?”

She lightly slapped the
hand he reached out to touch her breast. “If you do that, we’ll never get the
door opened.” He sighed, looking disappointed, but brightened when she said in
a husky voice, “There’s always later, after we eat.”

Sandra welcomed the hot
spray of water from the hydro-massage showerhead, her mind conjuring wicked
images of what she and Jake could do in the stall later. The thought spurred
her to rush through her ablutions, eager to eat so they could resume their
marathon lovemaking.

The hotel thoughtfully
provided plush robes, and she slipped one on before padding out of the
bathroom. Jake stood near the trolley that had just arrived, appearing to be in
the process of tipping their waiter.

Sandra swallowed thickly
when her gaze settled on the uniformed man who had brought their order.
Of all the luck…

He looked up, his eyes
alighting with recognition. “Dr. Cho, how are you?”

Aware of the way Jake’s
body stiffened, she managed a polite smile. “I’m fine. How are you, Danny?”

He grinned. “Better. My
mom let me move in again, and I have a job.”

“Good.” She ran a hand
through her wet hair, feeling self-conscious.

The tension was like a
tactile object as Jake finished tipping Danny and the young man left with a
cheery parting. Sandra swallowed thickly, turning to look at Jake as he spun in
her direction.

“Doctor?”
His expression betrayed his
confusion. “What is going on?” His eyes narrowed. “Is he one of your
clients
?”

Slowly, she nodded. “Yes,
but not in the way you mean. I know Danny from my volunteer work at the Eagle
Eye Rehabilitation Center.”

He frowned. “Volunteer?
Aren’t you a prostitute?”

Sandra shook her head. “I
am a professional, and I do charge by the hour, but I’m not that kind of pro.”
Seeing his confusion deepen, she forced out her confession. “I’m a
psychiatrist, Jake. I was in the bar to meet a blind date, not a paying
customer.”

Jake blinked for a
moment, obviously unsettled. She held her breath, wondering if he would ask her
to leave.

He surprised her with a
hearty laugh. “I guess I’m lucky you didn’t slap me and storm out when I asked
to engage your services for a few hours.”

Relief made her giddy,
and she laughed too. “I guess I should have been offended, but the idea was
just so sexy…so taboo… I’m afraid I misled you for my own pleasure, Mr.
Reynolds.”

He grinned. “That’s okay,
Dr. Cho. You have no idea how much I needed to feel desired again.” Jake
crossed the room to pull her into his arms. “Since we’re not on an hourly
basis, I guess I should ask what you’re doing
tonight?
”

Sandra grinned at him,
feeling mischievous and sexy all at once.
“You.”

Kit
Tunstall
lives in Idaho with her husband, son and dog-children. She started reading at
the age of three and hasn’t stopped since. Love of the written word, and a
smart marriage to a supportive man, led her to a full-time career in writing.
Romances have always intrigued her, and erotic romance is a natural extension
because it more completely explores the emotions between the hero and heroine.
That,
and it sure is fun to write.

Kit welcomes comments
from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page
at www.ellorascave.com.

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