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pleasing her, though, and if he liked
it she would do it. So she rippled her fingers lightly along his shoulder, as
she’d done before.
    Ander blinked
once, almost exactly as she had. Then he made a choked sound in his throat.
Then another.
    She gasped in
shock and bewilderment as his weight suddenly lowered on top of her. His elbows
had buckled and he was abruptly much closer than before. His face buried in her
neck, he made more of those choked sounds and his body shook against hers.
    Nothing, not
even her orgasm, had felt as good as this did—the inexplicable, uninhibited
collapse and his shuddering body against hers. His hips jerked with a few,
clumsy, unpracticed thrusts as he huffed, his hot breath blowing against her
skin.
    For one dazed
moment, she thought her little finger wiggle had snapped his control. But it
only took a few seconds for her to process what was happening.
    He was
laughing. Trying desperately to hide and to stifle it, but he was definitely
laughing.
    “What’s so
funny?” she demanded.
    “Nothing.” With
impressive restraint, he grew still and straightened his arms, pulling himself
off of her again. “I’m sorry. Nothing was funny.” Only his eyes and his faintly
twitching lips belied the word.
    She narrowed
her eyes. “You were laughing at me.”
    “I wasn’t
laughing,” he said, eyes wide now and mouth relaxed. “Sometimes, no matter how
hard to try to control myself, something feels so good that I—”
    Lori gave an
outraged huff and interrupted, “What a load of crap! I know laughing when I
hear it.” Then she realized suddenly why he was lying to her. Accidentally
laughing at a client during sex must be a nightmare scenario for him. His job
was to please her, no matter what. So her voice softened as she said, “I’m not
going to get mad. I mean it. But if I did something stupid, I’d like to know
about it.”
    Ander let out a
breath, and his mouth gave one more little twitch. “I was laughing, but not at
you. You didn’t do anything stupid .It was my fault. My directions were
unclear. When I said you could keep doing that, I didn’t mean the hand. You’d
squeezed around me at the same time. That’s what I meant.”
    Lori processed
this. “Oh, I get it.” She choked on a laugh herself. “No wonder you lost it.”
The more she thought about it, the funnier it got. As she laughed softly, she
gasped out, “And I thought you were some weirdo who got off from a little tap
on your shoulder.”
    Ander had
himself fully under control now, but he smiled as she giggled. “Sorry about that.”
    “No, don’t
apologize,” she said. “I told you I don’t want to pretend. Did you want to keep
going, or have you lost your momentum?” He still felt very hard inside her, but
the interruption must have distracted him.
    “That’s up to
you.”
    “I said I’d
like you to come, if you think you can.”
    “I can. I’m
almost there.”
    Logically, she
had trouble believing him, since surely laughing at her silliness would have
been a turn off. But when he began to thrust again and she tried to pump her
hips and squeeze her inner muscles around his cock, he was clearly not as
controlled as he’d been earlier. His features twisted slightly and his breathing
became louder. His thrusts got faster, then a little jerky.
    She was
definitely going to be sore afterwards, but there was something oddly pleasing,
oddly compelling, about having a hot, hard, focused man about to lose it
between her legs.
    As silly as it
sounded, she couldn’t help but feel a little proud of herself.
    Ander jerked
his head to the side and froze abruptly, the tension transforming on his face.
He took a few ragged breaths and pushed against her a few final times.
    He pulled out
before she could fully process the alterations of his body—the softening
muscles and relaxing tension. He carefully secured the condom as he slid his
cock free, and the move made an embarrassing sucking sound and rubbed her raw
inner