They laughed and kissed again. “You first,” he said, and tried to get his heart to stop pounding so damn hard in his chest as he waited for her to speak.

Suddenly looking shy and unsure, she forced herself to look into his eyes and said, “First of all, I want you to know how much I’ve enjoyed working with you this week. And even though I know these were just supposed to be lessons for me to write better erotica, the truth is...”

Her words fell away and Charlie swallowed hard once.

Taking a deep breath she started again. “The truth is, Charlie, I’m in love with you.”

Charlie had never been happier. He put his arms around her waist and spun her around in a circle in his large bathroom, their towels falling into a heap on the floor.

Breathless with joy, he said, “Candy, I love you too, and it’s been killing me not telling you all week.”

She reached her hands up around the back of his head and kissed him passionately. He swept her up into his arms, walked into the bedroom, and laid her on his bed.

Where she belonged.

* * *

“Nothing is ever going to come between us,” Charlie said thickly and Candace covered his mouth with hers before he could see the guilt and worry in her eyes.

I’ll tell him about the story soon, she promised herself as she sank deeper into the comfort of Charlie’s arms.

Chapter Twelve

Candace thought back on the incredible night she and Charlie had spent together and smiled, happier than she had ever been. She had taken charge of her own sexuality for once in her life, and told the man she loved how she felt. And to add to the perfection, he felt the same way!

He had wanted her to spend the weekend with him, and she was tempted, but she wanted to finish her story first so that she could overnight it to the judges. Making an excuse about some errands, she promised to be back in his bed by the evening.

Sitting down at her desk, Candace knew exactly how her story needed to end.

Zane watched Jolene play the piano and reminded himself again that his relationship with her would never last, that they came from different worlds, that he would eventually tire of her body.

He was full of shit. Any fool could tell that he was completely, irrevocably, ridiculously in love with the angel-faced girl who sat so primly at the piano in his bar and played jazz standards with all her heart.

The girl who looked like a nun, but made love like a she-devil.

As he served a trio of overly made up, cheaply dressed women sitting at the bar trying to get his attention, he winced and thought about how they used to be just the kind of women he would take home and f**k. Now, just the thought of being with any woman but Jolene disgusted him.

By the time the bar closed that night, he had never been more ready to lock the doors and take Jolene into his arms. But when he looked around the bar for her, she was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it!” he said, angry at her for leaving him alone when he needed her most.

Walking into his office, he found a note on his desk. “Zane. I’ve never stolen anything in my life, but I took the keys to your house and I’ll be waiting there for you, if you want to join me. Jolene.”

He stroked the prickly stubble on his chin and wondered what she was up to. They had been in his house only once, on the way home from the bar, before he dropped her off at her apartment. She knows damn well we only f**k here, in the bar, he thought angrily.

He didn’t want to take her to his bed where he had screwed so many other, meaningless women.

Jolene was special.

He drove his Harley home as if he were a Hell’s Angel. He stomped loudly up his front stairs, hoping he was scaring her just a bit. She was going to get the spanking of her life from him once he got inside, and his c**k hardened as he thought of her soft flesh beneath the palm of his hand. He could already see her ass turning pink under his assault, and could taste her come on his lips.

He turned the knob and the door opened. “Jolene,” he called, but got no answer. She wasn’t in his living room or the kitchen, so he walked down the hall and heard the water running in his master bath.

When he walked into the room, his little nun was lying naked beneath the hot water, smiling wickedly.

He was so angry and so aroused he growled, “What the hell are you doing?” but she just sank deeper into the water and said, “I want you to soap me up.”

“You what?” he exploded.

She shook her head at him and pinched her lips into a tight line of disapproval. “You heard me. Soap me up.

“The hell I’m going to,” he said, and she rose up angrily out of the tub.

“You big jerk,” she cried as water poured off her naked body. “I’m asking you to do one simple thing, and all you do is use blasphemy!” She made a fist and said, “Now get over here and do as I say!”

Zane leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and said, “Make me.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Jolene stepped out of the tub. Walking towards him, she grabbed a towel off of the rack and threw it onto the floor in front of his black boots. Kneeling in front of him she undid the button on his jeans and unzipped the zipper, letting his c**k spring free of its overly tight confines.

Jolene had never taken him into her mouth before. Because she was such a novice, he’d never forced her to blow him, happy to sink into her tight, wet pu**y every night instead.

He was shocked by her new brazen behavior. His arousal was so acute he was afraid he’d shoot into her mouth the minute she so much as kissed the head of his cock.

Running her fingers up and down his penis, she stuck the tip of her sweet little tongue out and licked him once, twice, and then suddenly sucked in several inches of him, moaning as she did so.

Instinctively she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them as she throated his c**k as well as any professional courtesan might have. Zane knew he was a goner, but he couldn’t do anything about it, so he just threaded his hands into her silky blond hair and pulsed deeply into her mouth, gratified as she swallowed every last drop of his come.

He didn’t know how long it was before he was done shooting into the back of her throat, but his legs were shaking. He didn’t have the strength to fight her, to show her who was boss, so he let her pull him into the tub.

He lay back against the rim and she straddled him and kissed him on his mouth, tasting his lips, playing with his tongue, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Jolene,” he said, “I’ve got to tell you something.”

Her face fell and her lips quivered slightly. He couldn’t keep from laughing out loud.