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spider monkey, riding him hard, her arms and legs gripping his sweat-slick flesh. She loved the way his cock anchored them, made them one, merging them in the sweetest possible way.
    His muscles strained and tautened with exertion, and even as the pleasure built, Kayla consciously savored and memorized the fluid feel of skin moving over muscle and bone. She became aware of the scent of sex surrounding them like a cloud, as if the musk had seeped into the very stone of the temple, waiting for the heat of their passion to release it. Has anything in history ever felt this good? With her orgasm close, she buried her face in his neck, breathing him in.
    “I’m going to come,” she said delightedly. She had never come with a man inside her, had had no idea it could feel like this.
    Her thoughts were scattered, disjointed, but at the same time totally focused. Focused on his driving, hammering, punishing, pleasure-giving cock. She bit his neck, tasting salt, struggling to breathe as the air was forced from her lungs with every thrust. Next moment her pussy rippled and contracted, and a joyful cry she couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to burst from her lungs.
    Her orgasm hit in a million shattering, white-hot pulses of energy, blinding in their intensity, every nerve, every cell in her body sparking and firing, making her jerk and twitch uncontrollably. He continued to pound into her until he too tensed, and a raw, deep moan escaped from his throat.
    His primitive, almost feral sound awoke something deep inside Kayla, something that had lain dormant far too long. Her heart sang at the feeling of feminine power, and she deliberately tightened her pussy around him, milking him dry.
    She was still reveling in the whole wonderful experience when a shadow moved across the doorway.

Chapter Five
    Kayla felt dizzy, light-headed, still buffeted by aftershocks of her orgasm, so it took longer than it should have for her befuddled brain to work out that there was a man in the doorway, watching them.
    She tried to call out to warn the professor that they weren’t alone, but she didn’t have the breath. To be honest, with his cock still pulsing inside her, she doubted he would hear her.
    Kayla fought to get her feet under her, but with his back to the door and with no idea what was going on, the professor just murmured appreciation of her wriggling. Panic rising, she watched the shadow move inside the room. Seeing the man framed for a second against the light, she knew from his sheer height and bulk that he couldn’t be the boatman.
    “Professor!” She finally managed to hiss out a warning. His reply was incoherent but happy as he nuzzled her neck.
    She pushed away from him, her attention fixed on the shadow, now only feet away, stepping remarkably quietly for such a big man.
    “Professor,” she hissed again, this time with more force, and accompanied by a more purposeful attempt to regain her feet. With an appreciative groan, he finally allowed her to slide down his body. Kayla felt safer with her feet under her even if her legs wobbled. “There’s someone behind you.”
    He turned to look and rolled his eyes. “Way to make an entrance, Seth,” he grumbled. “Couldn’t you have waited a few minutes? And more importantly, did you get the beer?”
    “Of course I got the beer.” The stranger swung a rucksack off his back and placed it on one of the stone altars. “Hello, love,” he said to Kayla. “Sorry about barging in on you at such a crucial moment, but those hailstones hurt like hell.” He sat on the altar and began to untie his bootlaces.
    Different parts of Kayla’s brain registered that he was British, that he and the professor knew each other, and that he was soaking wet, while another part of her thought, Beer? “Excuse me?” she said weakly.
    The stranger— Seth? —kicked off a boot, and it landed with a wet thud on the limestone floor. “I don’t get it,” he said to the professor. “I leave you