Free Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) by Bella Andre Page A

then Candace smiled again thinking about all the
different ways Jolene was going to be bad, and couldn’t wait to get
the story finished.
    Candace spent the rest of the afternoon
typing away at her laptop computer, working hard to get every
nuance and every emotion of her first two lessons with Charlie just
right on the page.
    And as she did so, Candace began to forget
that she had ever lived a life without pleasure.

Chapter Eight
     
    Charlie stood up from his desk and walked
into the guest bedroom of his house. He hadn’t been able to work
since Saturday, since the day his whole life had been turned upside
down by a redheaded vixen who didn’t even know the power she
wielded. He needed to call her, but as it was, he was still too
chicken to dial her entire number without hanging up.
    He hoped she would still talk to him. After
the way they had parted on Saturday, after she stood up, put her
clothes on mechanically, and then turned to him with a plastered
smile and shook his hand, saying “Thank you very much for the
lessons, Charlie,” he wasn’t sure if he had done the right thing
with her at all.
    His conscience was bothering him more than he
wanted to admit. Above and beyond the fact that he was worrying he
might have taken advantage of her, was the indisputable truth that
if he were with her again, he knew he wouldn’t have one single
qualm about making her scream his name out, over and over
again.
    He was still upset that she had left after
only seven orgasms, when he had planned to give her at least ten.
He supposed, somewhat ruefully, the three times he took care of
himself that night after she had left practically made up the
difference. Nonetheless, he would rather have Candace coming in his
arms or on the tip of his tongue, than his hand and his memory
making him shoot all over the shower walls.
    The phone rang and Charlie picked up the
cordless handset on his shiny black and white kitchen island.
    “Charlie Gibson.”
    “Hi Charlie. It’s Candace. How are you?”
    Charlie nearly dropped the phone he was so
surprised by her phone call. “Um, uh, I’m fine. Great. Super.” He
thwacked his forehead with the back of his hand for sounding like
such an idiot. “How are you doing?”
    He heard her laugh across the wireless phone
line and the choking sensation around his heart eased up a bit.
    “I’m great Charlie. Really, really great. I
wanted to thank you for your excellent lessons on Saturday.”
    “You do?” he asked and then tried to cover
his gaffe by saying, “What I mean to say is, I wasn’t sure if—“
    Thankfully Candace cut him off before he
could make an even bigger ass of himself. “I loved every second of
it, Charlie. And you know what, I’ve been writing better than
ever.”
    “That’s great,” he said to her, and meant it.
He hadn’t written worth a shit since Saturday, but he didn’t care
at all. All he wanted was to see her again, but he was afraid he’d
be coming on too strong, that he’d be too obviously sniffing after
her if he suggested moving onto lesson three.
    “Anyway,” she said, “I was wondering if you’d
be up for lesson three?”
    Her matter of fact, professional tone
confused him, again. Didn’t she know what was bound to happen again
when they got in a room together? But he was so glad she wanted to
see him again, he pushed the thought aside.
    “I certainly am,” he said, trying to sound as
detached as she did.
    “Should we meet at your house again? Or mine
perhaps?”
    “Actually, this time I was thinking we would
meet at a restaurant.”
    “A restaurant?” she said, her misgivings
sounding clearly in her voice. “To learn about sex toys?”
    He chuckled softly into the phone. “Don’t you
trust your mentor, Candace?”
    She was silent across the line for a couple
of seconds and he knew she was thinking it over. Say yes, his brain urged her telepathically.
    “Yes I do, Charlie,” she said.
    “Great,” he said. “Do you know