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his cock sliding easily in and
    out of my pussy, sending me closer to yet another orgasm.
    I clawed at his shoulders, my fingers sliding across his sweat-soaked skin. I
    screwed my eyes shut and tried to cry out, tried to beg him to fuck me harder, but
    the air wouldn"t move. Sabian certainly moved, though. Whatever it was he did with
    his hips, it was incredible. I didn"t know if he twisted them somehow, or rolled
    them, or had sold his soul to the devil for the ability to get that deep at that angle
    and that speed and—
    I whimpered and dug my nails into his shoulders, and damn if he didn"t fuck
    me just a little harder right when I lost it, and the entire universe turned white. An
    unrestrained cry of ecstasy left my lips, and Sabian"s breath caught. He thrust in as
    deep as he could, forcing himself into me so hard my back ground against the wall.
    Then he threw his head back and groaned.
    In seconds, it was over, and I tangled my fingers in his sweaty hair while he
    panted against my shoulder. His arms shook. My legs shook. We tried to kiss, but
    we were both breathing too hard, so we gave up.
    He let my legs down. For a moment, I leaned against the wall and held on to
    him, just trying to get my shaking legs under me. Sabian braced himself with his
    forearm. His eyes were closed. Drops of perspiration slid from his disheveled hair
    down the sides of his face and over his body, adding a sheen to his muscles and
    tattoos.
    After a moment, he opened his eyes. “You all right?”
    I nodded. “Just…shaking. A bit.”
    “Good. Means I did my job.”
    “I"m not complaining, believe me.”
    He kept an arm around me until I made it to the bed. While I tucked my
    trembling legs under the scratchy hotel blanket, Sabian stepped into the bathroom
    to take care of the condom.
    Staring up at the ceiling, I let out a long breath. My back burned, my pussy
    tingled, my hips would probably hurt like hell in the morning, and this was exactly
    what the doctor had ordered. There"d be time for regret later.

    22
    Lauren Gallagher

    Sabian came back into the room and got into bed beside me. I turned onto my
    side, and he draped an arm over my waist.
    “You don"t mind if we take a breather, do you?” I said.
    “Not at all.” He wiped some sweat from his forehead. “I could use one myself.”
    “Should I be gloating about wearing you out?”
    He laughed. “Give me a few minutes, darlin", and we"ll see who"s worn out.”
    Something told me he wasn"t kidding.
    “So, while we"re catching our breath,” I said, “I"m curious. And this might be a
    stupid question…”
    “Try me.”
    “Do you have…regular customers?” Please tell me I’m not the only repeat.
    “A few,” he said with a nod.
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. It"s not that uncommon.” His palm drifted up and down the curve of my
    waist. “Makes my job easier sometimes.”
    “Does it?”
    “I start remembering what she likes, that kind of thing.”
    “That actually brings me to something else I meant to ask you,” I said. “Your
    company"s site mentions all kinds of other services. What else do you do for your
    clients?”
    He shrugged. “Depends on what she wants. Sometimes it"s just an evening out;
    sometimes it"s a night like this. Some women like to do a little role-playing once in a
    while.”
    “Role-playing? What do you mean?”
    “Pretty much anything.” His lip curled into a playful smirk. “Have you ever
    fantasized about fucking a customer, or a vendor, or even the guy who comes to
    install your cable?”
    Me? Never. No way. Nooo . I cleared my throat. “On occasion, yes. Especially
    some of my clients.”
    “You"re not the only one. I"ve had a few clients pay me to pose as their clients.”
    I cocked my head. “How does that work?”
    “I"ll go in like I"ve made an appointment,” he said. “Go into her office, talk to
    each other like she"s selling me her service, that sort of thing.”
    “And you fuck her?” I blinked. “Right there in her