Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free PDF

now?”
    He took a moment to gauge his feelings and
realized, much to his surprise, that his palms were dry again and
his heart rate had returned to near-normal. Candace, in her sly
way, had forced him over the hump of his anxieties. Yet again, he
was impressed by what a clever little piece of work this delectable
woman was.
    “Thanks for that.” He was glad to laugh. “You
definitely have a knack for dialogue. And now that I’ve decided to
stop being such an idiot, here are the rest of my lesson plans.” He
spoke quickly and didn’t pause between lessons. “Lesson three –
using toys. Lesson four – the joy of sex in exciting locations.
Lesson five – how to use role playing to really up the ante.”
    He knew if he gave himself even a second to
think about her reaction he’d start to make an even bigger ass of
himself than he already had, so he barreled ahead. “So, how about
we start next Saturday at my house on Lombard? Noon?”
    “Great,” she’d said and hung up as soon as he
gave her his address.
    Now here he was, on the big day, with noon
quickly approaching. Through great force of will, Charlie stopped
banging his head on the door, stopped torturing himself with
thoughts of what a dweeb Candace must think he was, picked up the
box of rose petals and walked into his guest bedroom to finish
preparing the classroom.
    Charlie had decided the best way to teach
Candace how to set a romantic scene was to show her one in real
life. He knew, however, that using his master bedroom for any of
these lessons was a very bad idea. As it was, in the past seven
days he had beaten off to the picture of her he had in his head so
many times while lying in his bed and while showering, as soon as
he walked into his master bedroom it was practically a reflex for
him to reach for his cock and start pumping it in his hand.
    Standing in the doorway of his large guest
room, he surveyed the space with a critical eye. He had draped the
four-poster queen-sized bed with Indian silk. In his writer’s mind,
he could see two lovers deep within their own world, sheathed in
the exotic fabric.
    He had covered the mattress in red plush
velvet, and underneath the luxurious cover, he had put red satin
sheets. To top it off, a dozen pillows fought for space near the
head of the bed.
    Charlie had never been particularly
interested in interior design—although he felt that he had done a
nice job with making his house a comfortable and cozy reflection of
himself—but as he went from store to store in Union Square, as he
ran his fingers lightly over the fabrics, he realized that he was,
in fact, greatly enjoying himself.
    His enjoyment, he thought ruefully, may have
sprung from his intense desire to see Candace wrapped in the silks,
velvets, and satins he purchased.
    Or, more to the point, his even more intense
desire to unwrap her.
    He tried to shake the image of Candace naked
with her legs spread wide open before him, begging for him to ram
his cock inside her. He needed to focus on the task at hand.
    He had draped the windows with shimmering
translucent red fabric, shot through with gold thread. Then he’d
brought light back into the room with candles of varying sizes and
colors, which he had placed on every possible surface.
    On the bare wood floor in front of the
rock-framed fireplace he had laid a chenille rug. It felt so good
to the touch in the store he couldn’t resist buying it. If Candace
lay face down on the rug and rubbed her breasts across it slowly,
what would the soft fabric feel like brushing against her
nipples?
    The rose petals were the final touch.
Checking his watch and noting it was a quarter to twelve, he bent
down, opened the large box and reached into the mass of flower
petals.
    To his great satisfaction the scent of the
roses wasn’t overpowering. As he had hoped, the flowers lent an
alluring air of sweetness to the room.
    When the box was empty and rose petals
beautifully littered the room, he started a fire in the