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and rammed into her again and
again.
    Joined to him in the most elemental way,
Candace’s hips bucked wildly, taking him all the way inside, then
forcing him back out along her slick canal. She cried out his name,
begging him to send her over the edge, but the roaring in his ears
was so loud, he could hardly make out her words. He thought he
tasted blood in his mouth, figured he must have bitten his tongue
in his crazy rush to savage her.
    Breaking through his fog, he heard Candace’s
impassioned sob, “Oh Charlie, oh god, yes, yes, there, now!”
    Gripping her hips against his, they pounded
back and forth in perfect rhythm. And as he collapsed beside her,
with his heartbeat sounding louder than a bass drum in his ears, he
said, “Sweetheart, you are definitely an A+ student.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Sunday morning, less than twenty-four hours
after the most mind-blowing sex of her life, Candace sat in her
cozy home office at her cherry wood desk with her laptop open to a
blank word processing file. She stared blindly at the cursor as it
blinked at her.
    “What happened to me yesterday?” she asked
herself for the hundredth time. Her breath fogged up her computer
screen, but she didn’t notice. She couldn’t see anything beyond the
images in her head of her writhing beneath Charlie, of Charlie
plunging into her, of his fingers wet with her, touching her,
making her scream out his name again and again.
    She couldn’t for life of her figure out how
she had managed to put her clothes on, find her way to the front
door, get in her car and drive home. Less than twenty-four hours
later, she looked back on the entire experience and could barely
make out the details of the scene through the thick sensual haze
that blanketed her memories.
    It was as if she was looking into a forbidden
realm of pleasure, where only the privileged, where only the elite
were allowed to participate. And since Candace knew she had never
been one of those elite, her brain was bewildered by the entire
experience.
    She had hardly slept the night before. Every
time she closed her eyes she could swear she felt the imprint of
Charlie’s tongue between her legs, and when she gingerly touched
herself she was wet. So wet that she couldn’t resist touching
herself some more. She couldn’t resist thinking about everything he
had done to her body. Everything he had done that made her feel so
damn good.
    As soon as Sunday morning had arrived, bright
and shiny through her windows, she dragged herself out of bed. She
put on her robe, made herself a hot cup of strong coffee and sat
down at her desk.
    Candace had never let another human being
control her before. Always, even when she thought she was in love,
she held a part of herself back. Kept a part of her soul safe.
    But with Charlie, surrounded by rose petals,
candles, and sumptuous fabrics, she had given in to his every
touch. If he had stopped touching her, stopped tasting her at any
point, she would have begged him for more.
    Disbelieving still, she shook her head and
tried to make sense of her feelings. After she caught her last
boyfriend cheating on her, after he had made it perfectly clear
that it was her fault for being a prude, for being cold and
lifeless in bed, she accepted that she was never going to know true
passion. Even worse, she believed she wasn’t good enough for the
bastard and all the men who had come before him. They all wanted to
fuck her boobs, but didn’t give a shit about her heart.
    But now that Charlie had pleasured her more
ways in one afternoon than she had ever felt in the first
twenty-eight years of her life, she wondered if it was because they
had a deeper connection than just bodies.
    She sighed and told herself to get over it.
Just because their mentoring lessons had spiraled way out of
control—Candace hadn’t forgotten that it was entirely her own idea
to take off her clothes—he was probably thinking how she was just
another fan, another wannabe writer who wanted to