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He was surprised by how controlled she was, considering she had been screaming and writhing just moments before.

He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and then stepped into the warm water. He stood in the tub, his cock thick and hard and ready to plunge into Candace’s dripping cunt.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” she said as she kneeled in the tub and while he was still standing up, she took the head of his cock into her mouth lightly ran her tongue over it, tasting him.

Then she slid more of his penis into her mouth and he felt his head pushing up against the back of her throat. She sucked against his shaft while she held his balls in her hands.

“Candy, I won’t be able to-” he began to say when he didn’t think he could take it any longer, and she took her sweet lips off of his cock and pulled him down into the tub.

“Do me doggy,” she said, and turned over so that her breasts were pressed up against the cool tile surrounding the tub and her ass was flared up from the rim.

Charlie kneeled behind her. “If the teacher insists.”

He reached one hand around between the tile and her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts and the other around to swirl her swollen clit.

And then he did what he’d wanted to do since the beginning of lesson one, and rammed his cock hard into Candace’s pussy.

His balls were swinging into her thighs and she reached around to cup them in her hands. “Harder, Charlie. Harder!” she demanded as she pushed her ass tighter to his hips, wiggling and moaning.

He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had been so distended, so engorged. As he felt his cock begin to contract, he pressed his palm against her swollen, firm clit and pumped his hand against her mound.

“Oh god, Candy, you’re so hot, so wet,” he groaned.

The water was cold by the time she wrung the last drop of come out of him. They untangled their bodies and got up to take a shower.

As he dried her off with a thick towel, she smiled at him and said, “Thanks for the five great mentoring sessions,” and kissed him softly on his lips, letting her tongue merge with his.

Pulling back from her mouth, Charlie said, “Candy, there’s something I need to tell you,” at the very exact time she said, “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you.”

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 fuck. 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 fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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 pussy 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 cock 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.

Did she actually think for one minute that he’d break up with her?

Didn’t she know he loved her more than life itself?

“Stop laughing at me!” She pounded his chest with her fists.

He grabbed her hands and held them still, saying, “What I wanted to tell you, you little fool, is that I’m in love with you.

Jolene grew completely still, then said, “Say that again?”

He reached for her face and pulled her down for a hard kiss. “I love you,” he growled as he took her lips again.

Already hard again, he plunged his cock deep within her, taking immeasurable pleasure in filling her pussy with his shaft, in shooting his seed deep into her womb, in hearing her cry out his name.

Later, as she lay on his chest, with her head in the crook of his shoulder, she said, “I love you too, Zane,” and he smiled and said, “Thank god,” vowing to go to church again the next day, to give thanks for the woman in his arms.

Candace saved her file, quickly proofread it, and then printed it off for the contest. Sealing the envelope, she went to the post office and mailed it.

Knowing Charlie was waiting for her to come back to his house, she put the contest out of her mind, stuffed her deception and guilt away from her heart, and got in her car to drive straight to heaven.

* * *

The next three weeks were amazing. Candace and Charlie spent nearly all of their time together and had even begun to collaborate on an erotic novel together. Were it not for the black cloud of her dishonesty hanging over her head, she would have felt complete joy.

The problem was, every time she had an opportunity to tell him about her manuscript, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He was so damn good—so sweet and loving and tender—she hated the thought of ever seeing anything but love in his eyes.

Candace was desperately afraid he’d leave her if he found out how she betrayed the promise they’d made to each other. What had happened in their lessons was supposed to forever stay in their lessons, but by writing Jolene and Zane’s tale she had broken that pledge.

As the days dragged by and she didn’t hear a word from the contest judges, she began to irrationally hope that her entry had gotten lost in the mail. Or perhaps if she were lucky, the judges had hated it so much they just threw it away.

If Candace had it all to do over, if it meant preserving Charlie’s love, she never would have written the manuscript.

Every day more of her clothes appeared in his closet. He wanted her to move in with him, but she told him it was too soon for such a big commitment.

A voice in her head said,
You would move in with him in a heartbeat if he knew what you had done and said he loved you anyway
.

Candace shook the voice off, and tried to stick to her story about needing more time. He was getting harder and harder to put off with each passing day, as they discovered depths of passion and love in each other’s arms that neither had dreamed was even possible.

Her heart sank into her stomach as she saw the thick envelope waiting for her atop her pile of mail by the front door.

Feeling like she was suffocating, she picked up the envelope and sat down on the bottom step of her staircase. Sliding her finger underneath the seal, she slipped the papers out.

Dear Ms. Whitman,
the cover letter read,
we are pleased to inform you that you are the Grand Prize Winner of the 15th Annual Erotic Writer’s Contest! We hereby request your presence at the awards ceremony July 3rd. We are certain you will be thrilled to receive your medal and $10,000 check from our secret celebrity judge.

The paper fell through Candace’s hands. “Oh my god,” she whispered, “I won!”

She jumped up off of the step and screamed, “I won! I won!” and ran into the kitchen to call Charlie.

She stopped as everything crashed down around her.
She couldn't tell him.

Tell him now
, her rational inner-voice nagged her.

Unwilling to risk his love, Candace decided not to tell him about winning the award. And now she needed to think of a good excuse for why she was going to be busy on Saturday night.

“Damn it,” she muttered as she went back into her foyer to pick up the contest papers that were strewn all over her hardwood floors and began to compose her newest lie in her head.

Chapter Thirteen

“Baby,” Candace said as she lay in the crook of Charlie’s arm, “I have a family thing this Saturday.”