Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance)

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SMASHWORDS EDITION

Candace, a newcomer to writing erotica, is
thrilled when Charlie, a veteran of the industry, agrees to be her
mentor. But neither of them ever expected that Charlie's lessons on
new positions, using toys, varying locations and role playing would
spiral from verbal instruction into hot, hands on education.
Unfortunately, Candace's deception about the new erotic romance
she's writing--where Charlie plays the starring role--is about to
threaten their one chance at true love.

Luke gave Claire one of his trademark
smoldering glances, the kind that kept her and her vibrator company
when she was alone in bed at night, dreaming of him. After ten
years of platonic friendship, after a painful decade of hearing
about every woman who had passed in and out of Luke’s bed, Claire
knew it was time for things to change.

Maybe her new confidence came from the three
Manhattans she’d already gulped down. Maybe it was because they
were celebrating her promotion to Senior Vice President of SF
BankCorp, and she was giddy with her new found power. Whatever the
reason, Claire simply didn’t care about anything else tonight,
outside of the promise she read in Luke’s eyes.

Uncrossing her long, supple legs, and then
re-crossing them slowly for impact, she scooted to the edge of her
bar stool and leaned in close to Luke in the steamy bar. Keeping
her eyes trained on his mouth, she found the courage hiding deep
within herself and said, “If I have to look at your lips for one
more second without tasting them, I think I’m going to go
crazy.”

Luke’s eyes didn’t widen in surprise. And he
didn’t make things any easier for her by leaning in to kiss her.
Instead he raised an eyebrow, puckered his delicious lips slightly
in a half-smile, and said, “Prove it.”

The heat between Claire’s legs increased
several degrees and her nipples grew hard beneath her sexy silk
top. For once in her life it was time to feel, not think.

Leaning forward until she was so close she
could feel his breath on her lips, she reached up with her thumb
and gently stroked Luke’s bottom lip. A shiver ran through her, and
she felt as if her nipples were going to break through the fine
silk of her top.

She wondered if anyone else in the bar had
noticed how incredibly turned on she was, but she forced the
thought aside. She wasn’t going to ruin her one chance at seducing
the only man she’d ever loved because of what some strangers
thought.

She had imagined feeling his lips on her
breasts so many times, just touching them with her fingers was
almost enough to make her spontaneously come in her seat. His lips
were almost rough to the touch, and she wanted to explore every
square millimeter of skin, from the corner where his upper and
lower lips met so exquisitely, to the incredibly sexy, yet
masculine bow in the middle of his upper lip.

Part of her wanted to go as slow as possible,
to savor the sensations already washing through her in waves. But
the other part of her, the part that made her pussy lips drenched
and hot, wanted nothing more than to straddle Luke, right then and
there at the bar, to sink down on his cock one inch at a time until
she was on the edge of the best orgasm of her life.

Lighter than a feather, Luke darted his
tongue against her thumb. Claire groaned, practically in pain, her
need for him was so great. Grasping her wrist with his strong, warm
hands, he held the fleshy part of her palm up to his mouth and
nipped at her sensitive skin.

Claire was shaking now and hornier than she’d
ever been. Her pussy was soaked, all without one single kiss. Then
again, just thinking of Luke had always been enough to bring her
right to the brink.

She was so caught up in her need, she barely
heard Luke whisper, “Taste me.”

Trying to break out of her fog, she moved to
obey his command as quickly as she could. Closing the distance
between them, taking his breath as her own, she licked at the
middle of his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, the same place
she had already memorized with her thumb.

“
What flavor am I?” Luke asked her, again
so softly she could barely make out his words.

“
I need another sample,” she said, and
captured his incredible mouth in hers, tasting every inch of him,
relishing in the feel of his tongue against hers.

In her wildest dreams, she never knew a kiss
could be so hot. She’d give up her vibrator forever for a lifetime
supply of his kisses. Lord knew, if he kept it up, she was going to
be moaning so loud everyone in the bar would be forced to stop
their conversations to watch the live sex show happening right in
front of them.

Luke pulled away from her and threw a $20
bill on the bar. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her off the seat and
dragged her through the teeming crowd. Her skin was so inflamed,
every time her breasts rubbed up against some stranger she had to
bite her lip to keep from crying out. In the back of her mind, she
wondered if she should be embarrassed that she was feeling so
incredibly sexual.

No
, she told herself.
I’m going to
take tonight as far as it can go. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being
the straight-laced banker the world thinks I am. Tonight, I’m a sex
goddess!

Luke got them out the front door in record
time and into the balmy summer night. Within seconds damp air made
Clare’s silk top cling to her like second skin. Luke promptly
directed them down the nearest alley, nearly running in his
haste.

Claire was breathing hard, but not from their
quick pace. She knew what was about to happen, and on the verge of
every single one of her dreams coming true, she was working hard
not to hyperventilate in fervent expectation.

Turning down another alley, this one even
darker and narrower than the first, Luke stopped abruptly and
pushed her against the cool brick wall. Reaching his hands under
her shirt, he cupped her full, high breasts and squeezed her
nipples while he leaned his head down to devour the pulse of her
neck with his mouth and teeth.

“
Luke,” she moaned, wrapping one of her
long legs around him, trying to pull him in closer to her. “I can’t
wait another second.”

He reached down to her short skirt and pulled
the hem up to her hips. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he
growled into her mouth, consuming her lips once again as he slid
two fingers inside of her. “You’re so wet,” he said reverently
against her lips, the bulge in his pants growing even more huge
against her thigh.

Claire ground her hips into his hand and
began to cry out as an orgasm ripped through her. Luke covered her
mouth with his, taking in her scream, muting it with his
tongue.

As wave after wave coursed through her, Luke
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Wrapping her hand
around it, he said, “Guide me into you. Now.”

Claire’s eyes widened. She always suspected
he was big, but even in her wildest imaginings she couldn’t have
come up with this. His cock had to be at least ten inches long and
two inches in diameter. What if she couldn’t take all of him?

Luke must have sensed her reluctance, because
he said, “Don’t worry, baby. You’re so wet I’m going to slide right
in.”

Grabbing her ass with his hands, he added,
“Wrap your legs around me.”

Doing just that, suspended in mid-air, she
positioned the tip of his cock between her thighs. Wanting to
remember the sensation of his cock entering her for the first time,
she slid his head around on her lips, on her clit, until he was
drenched with her juices. She could tell he wanted to plunge
himself into her as hard and fast as he could, and she admired his
restraint and the way he let her pace their lovemaking.

Slowly, painstakingly, Claire slid the first
inch of him into her, and as she stretched to accommodate his cock,
she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. Right there on the
edge, she slid in another inch while Luke held her up against the
wall, poised on his cock as if she weighed no more than a fly.

Unable to wait another second, she let
gravity pull her down onto the last eight inches. Nothing had ever
felt so good to her in her whole life and she fell into the second
biggest orgasm she’d ever had as Luke squeezed her ass cheeks while
lifting her up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her.

Pulling his head back to look deep into her
eyes, he said, “I’ve always loved you,” and then pumped into her,
all the way to the hilt, rocking back and forth rapidly as he shot
his seed deep within her. Claire went straight from two orgasms
into three, even as her heart filled with the deepest joy she’d
ever known.

Charlie saved his file and rubbed the tired
muscles on the back of his neck with his hands. “Too bad real life
can’t be like my books,” he muttered, trying to remember when the
last time was he’d actually had sex.

“Ancient history,” he grunted as he got up to
take a shower. He had another blind date tonight, but he didn’t
have any higher hopes for this one than the multitude of other
dates he’d been on in the past five years.

In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if all of
the single women in San Francisco had been spreading the word about
him, to warn each other off, in a show of female solidarity.

He let the scalding stream of water pulsate
against his chest as he tried to shake off his depression. “She’s
out there. She's got to be.” His words reverberated against the
tiled shower walls. Drying off and dressing quickly in chinos and a
polo shirt, he slipped on his watch and grabbed his wallet and car
keys.

Right on time he pulled up to the café and
was pleased when he saw the cute blond sitting alone in a booth by
the window. Getting out of his car, he walked up to her and held
out his hand in greeting.

“Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you Sophie?”

The blond nodded happily. “I sure am,” she
drawled in a light Texas accent.

They ordered white wine and chatted as they
sipped their drinks, beginning the process of getting to know each
other better. Charlie could tell that Sophie liked what she’d seen
so far. She wasn’t so bad herself, and he hoped that she would be
more open-minded than the last thirty or forty women he’d
dated.

“So,” she asked coyly, “what do you do all
day? Your friend Bob didn’t tell me much about your line of work.
Is it something top secret?” she asked hopefully, all the while
eyeing the platinum band of his watch, taking in the expensive
label on his shirt, and the faded leather of his $500 Italian
loafers.

Charlie smiled engagingly. “I’m a
writer.”

“Ooohhh,” she said. “How exciting. What do
you write? Mysteries? Action?”

“Actually,” he said, striving for a confident
tone, “I write erotica.”

The silence was deafening. Not bothering to
hide her sneer, his blind date said, “You’re a porno writer?”

Charlie cleared his throat. “No, I write
sensual romance. Women make up 99% of my audience. It’s really
quite…”

But before he could get another word out, his
date stood up, said “You pervert!” and splashed her entire glass of
ice water on his face. Then she grabbed her purse and stomped out
on her four-inch heels, her tight little ass wiggling in outrage
all the way down the street.

Charlie wiped the shards of ice off of his
face and chest, while the waitstaff openly laughed at him.

“That’s a first,” he muttered to himself as
he stood up and headed for his car.

Usually his blind dates were satisfied with
looking scandalized and making excuses about getting home early
because the babysitter called with an emergency. At the very least,
he had to give Sophie points for originality.

But no matter how he tried to frame the
situation, he was sure of one thing: he wasn’t getting any closer
to finding the woman of his dreams.

Evan laid Sara against the silk sheets and
stood back to admire the way the firelight danced off of her creamy
skin. She was the sweetest girl in the world, and he’d been waiting
years for this moment.

Sara’s cheeks were rosy and she nervously
licked her pink, delicious mouth. “Are you going to take your
clothes off too?” she asked him innocently.

Evan smiled and kneeled at the side of the
bed between her legs. He didn’t want to frighten her any more than
she already was, but he was having a hell of a time trying to rein
in his passion.