Free Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) by Bella Andre

piercing green eyes made
him look so much like a pirate that Jolene felt as if he was living
in the wrong century, on the wrong continent even.
    At the end of the evening as the last
customer walked out, he locked the door and then joined her on the
stage again.
    “ Stand up,” he said as he sat down on the
piano bench.
    She did as he asked and tried to get her
knees to stop shaking. Pulling her so that she was standing between
his knees, he reached around the back of her skirt and popped open
the top button, then slid the zipper down until her skirt fell into
a heap at her heels.
    She looked around the bar at the hundred
tea-light candles glowing, at the fireplace roaring, and knew that
all of her fantasies were about to be made real.
    He hooked his fingers into the edges of her
cotton panties and slowly slid them off, over her ass and down her
smooth, untouched thighs. Jolene had to fight the urge to cover
herself from him, and she barely managed to keep her hands clenched
at her sides.
    Before she knew it he had moved his hand
between her legs and slipped the index finger of his right hand
into her vagina. She gasped even as she felt her muscles convulse
around his thick, long finger.
    Jolene was scared. She had barely even
touched herself there in the shower. But she was so excited her
fear hardly seemed to matter. She strained against his finger and
he pushed it so far inside her his palm covered her and his thumb
was pressing on the sensitive flesh at the top of her vagina.
    She knew from her books that it was called
the clitoris, but she could hardly think the word to herself.
    “ Your clit is so swollen,” he murmured,
his mouth less than an inch from the cleft between her
legs.
    She liked the way clit sounded coming from
Zane’s mouth and she forced herself to say the word out loud. “My
clit has been swollen all night,” she murmured.
    He groaned, then lifted his thumb off her
clit and blew softly on the engorged flesh. Her vagina clenched
around his finger and as he blew on her again and slid his finger
in and out of her vagina, she closed her eyes and started to see a
rainbow of colors. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, but
not from fear. She was trying to crest the tallest hill she had
ever encountered, and she needed Zane to help her over it.
    She put her hands on the back of his head and
pressed his mouth to her. “Thank god,” she cried as he worked his
tongue and his teeth over her inflamed flesh and clasped her
buttocks with his strong hands.
    Jolene’s world exploded in a blaze of
fireworks. Now that she knew what awaited her on the other side,
she knew she would never be able to go back to the perfect world
she had come from.
    Jolene Mackenzie wasn’t a good girl
anymore.
     
    Candace looked up from her computer screen
and realized she had been writing all morning. She reread the
beginning of her new story and smiled.
    Evidently, Charlie’s lessons had inspired
more than her underutilized libido. His incredible lessons had
stimulated her mind and imagination as well.
    But as she remembered their promise to each
other to keep whatever happened in Charlie’s “classroom” inside the
classroom, she was assailed by guilt.
    A bad little voice inside Candace’s head
said, Don’t worry, honey. He’ll never read your book. He’ll
never find out that you and he are the live action figures playing
out your sex scenes.
    Candace had never written so fluidly before.
What’s more, she had never been so inspired to continue with her
story, to find out what was going to happen with Jolene and
Zane.
    I can’t stop now. The words
reverberated in her skull, so she said them aloud, announcing them
to herself in her empty office. “I can’t stop now. I won’t stop now!” she proclaimed and gave up trying to win the battle to
be the good girl she was supposed to be.
    “Being good has always been my problem,” she
muttered, thinking how very close to the truth her new heroine
Jolene was. And