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can’t hold it. Fuck! I can’t hold it!”
    Chelsey felt her heart surge and the
muscles along her channel flutter in response. She squeezed her
eyes tightly as he withdrew and slowly entered her again, sawing
slowly for several moments while he fought for control and then
lost it as he burrowed deeply and held himself perfectly still for
a handful of moments. When he withdrew again, there was barely a
pause before he thrust, and then he set a rhythm that drove her
before him so rapidly toward her peak that it caught her almost
completely unaware. Her entire body tensed like a bow drawn tight
for a handful of thundering heartbeats and then convulsed as waves
of ecstasy pounded through her. She tightened her grip on his
shoulders as the spasms wracked her, uttering mindless sounds of
rapture, completely oblivious to the agonized grunts forced from
him as he found his own release until she began to drift lazily in
the aftermath. Shuddering all over, he ground his pelvis against
hers a final time, jerking as his body expelled the last of his
seed.
    Far more drunk from the rapture that
had exploded inside her than she was from the liquor she’d been
nursing for hours, Chelsey floated in a blissful haze, aware of
little else beyond his welcome weight on top of her. Slowly, the
euphoria abandoned her, dissipating by degrees until she became
aware of her flesh cooling, discomfort, the strangeness of her
surroundings … the unfamiliar male form pressing her into the
bed.
    He seemed to sense the tension as it
mounted inside her. He tensed, as well, and still he made no
attempt to relieve her of his weight, no move to pull his flaccid
member from her. She was relieved for a handful of moments when he
finally arched his hips and withdrew—until she felt warm fluids
trickle along her cleft.
    Her heart spasmed in sudden dread.
She’d had unprotected sex—with an exotic dancer! Her mind instantly
flooded with the potential for disaster and the absolute certainty
that no man that looked like he did, particularly in his line of
work, would have a shortage of bed partners.
    “ You didn’t use a condom ?” she
gasped.
    He stiffened, lifted his head slowly
to look at her. His expression tightened at the look on her face.
“I didn’t hear any objections,” he said tightly after staring at
her speculatively for a long moment.
    Chelsey swallowed a little sickly,
struggling with the urge to claim innocence by virtue of having had
way too much to drink. She found she couldn’t voice it because she
knew she hadn’t been nearly drunk enough for that to be a
reasonable excuse, but she might as well have. He seemed to read it
in her expression.
    “ A little too much to
drink, teacher?” he drawled, rolling off of her
abruptly.
    Chelsey stared at him in dismay for a
moment, almost more unnerved that he knew she was a teacher than
she had been about her discovery. “I have to go,” she said
abruptly, rolling away from him and looking around a little
frantically for her clothes.
    “ You should hurry,” he
said tightly. “We’ve been gone long enough they’re bound to be
speculating that you’ve been fucking the hired
entertainment.”
    Chelsey felt the blood leave her face.
It wasn’t entirely in reaction to his insight, however. There was
something about the accusing note in his voice that made her feel
guilty, as if she should apologize for behaving as if he’d soiled
her. She realized she had … because she abruptly felt soiled when
it hadn’t felt like that at all moments before. In point of fact,
she’d felt … almost worshipped by his touch. “I didn’t mean it like
that. It’s just ….”
    He dropped to his back, staring at the
ceiling angrily. “Don’t let me hold you up,” he said tightly. “I’m
done. Nice ride, teacher.”
    Chelsey abruptly felt the urge to cry.
Sniffing at the sting of tears, ignoring the stickiness the best
she could, she dove into her clothing and straightened them with
shaking