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she
was astonished by how immediately relaxed she felt. She also felt a little
embarrassed. And overly warm.
    “Do you want a
few minutes before we move on to intercourse?” Ander asked, straightening up.
His voice sounded a little different—thicker or something—but she couldn’t
connect a mood with the slight alteration.
    “Yes,” she
said, still breathless from her orgasm and feeling a jolt of raw fear at the
idea of having intercourse right away. “Thank you.”
    “I can hold
you, if you want,” Ander offered. When she just stared blankly at the dark
outline of his face, he added, “A lot of my clients like that afterwards.”
    “Oh.” As she
processed her feelings, she realized it would be nice to be held. But by
someone who actually cared about her. “No. That’s all right. Thanks. I don’t
want to pretend anything. I’m not trying to fool myself.”
    “Understood.”
He stood up off the bed. “I’m going to throw this away and clean up a bit then,
if that’s all right.”
    “Yes. Good.”
    He turned the
light on in the bathroom when he entered. She heard the water running in the
sink. Realizing she was lying on the sheet half naked, she fumbled around until
she found her panties and pajama pants and pulled them back on.
    Ander left the
light on as he returned, illuminating the room enough for her to see him more
clearly as he returned to stand next to the bed. At his questioning look, she
admitted, “I don’t think I’m ready for the rest of it yet.”
    “Would you like
another glass of wine?” he asked, smiling his urbane, sensual smile.
    Jumping at this
suggestion, since it might provide her a way to get past her strangely
embarrassed afterglow, she said, “Yes, please.” She reached over to turn on the
light beside the bed so Ander could see more clearly to pour the drink. “You
have another one too,” she added. “If you want.”
    She noticed he
walked a little stiffly as he came back over to hand her the wine. “You’re
really good at that,” she said, smiling at him with real appreciation. Despite
her emotional discomfort at the moment, she was deeply relieved to know she was
capable of having an orgasm like that. And Ander’s professionalism really had
made the whole process as easy as possible and quite pleasurable. “The oral
sex, I mean, not the wine. Thank you.”
    “You’re
welcome,” he said mildly. There was a slight sheen of perspiration on his face,
and she wondered how much effort it had taken to get her off. The whole process
must have taken almost forty-five minutes, since it was now nearing ten
o’clock.
    As he walked
over the few steps to pour himself some wine, she studied him carefully. His
clothes were barely even wrinkled, the expensive fabrics and tailoring standing
up well to even this sort of activity. But he definitely was missing the cool
grace that had always possessed him before. His shoulders looked a little
tense.
    As he faced
away from her, standing in profile against the expanse of windows, Lori
suddenly realized what it was. The sleek, urban cut of his trousers left little
to the imagination, and she could see the bulge at the front of them quite
clearly.
    He was aroused.
    Lori blinked
and looked away quickly, her cheeks burning at the realization. It made sense,
she supposed. He’d been engaged in an intimate activity. And maybe he had some
sort of mental thing he did to get himself ready for intercourse. It wasn’t
like with women—who could take it whether they were aroused or not. He had to be erect in order to do this part of his job.
    It probably had
nothing to do with her.
    But still...the
knowledge that pleasuring her had left him physically aroused made her feel
kind of strange.
    For once, she
was able to hold back her wayward tongue. She didn’t mention it, not even to
make the snarky joke that came to mind.
    Ander seated
himself on one of the chairs next to the table and they drank their wine in
silence for a few