Champagne Rules. Susan Lyons
He still hadn’t replied. Had she gone too far? She removed her hand from between her legs. Worrying about his response was a turnoff.
Finally she saw the envelope icon. Hurriedly, she double-clicked.
Jesus, Suzanne.
I’m having trouble thinking what to say.
Oops, she’d gone overboard, blown her chance with him.
In fact I’m having trouble forming a coherent thought. Woman, you just blew my mind.
And that’s not all you blew. You just made me come so hard it hurt.
Suzanne let out a sigh, made up of equal parts relief, pride and arousal. Now there was a turn-on!
And now it’s your turn. Let’s concentrate on your pleasure now. Are you ready?
She groaned. Was she? Could she really do what he was suggesting?
Yes. SEND.
Then be patient, give me a few minutes and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.
She waited nervously. What was he typing? When the message came, she sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then clicked it open.
Here we go, lover. Is your hand between your legs? Mine is there, in my mind, and let me tell you what it’s doing.
She drew a shaky breath and let her hand drift down again.
It’s stroking your silky, satiny, hot swollen flesh. As I stroke, your body moves with my hand, pressing against me, letting me know how you feel, telling me how you want to be touched.
We’re both totally focused on the place where my hand meets your body. I’m limp from that earth-shattering orgasm you gave me, yet amazingly I feel my own body stir to life as I see the way you respond to me.
Oh! He’d left the Crete scenario and was creating something new.
It’s the sexiest thing in the world, feeling how much you want my touch.
All I want to do is pleasure you, and your body is squirming, pressing, your hips are lifting and circling, you’re telling me with every move that the tension is building.
I slip a finger inside you, feel your muscles contract around me, your body rock against me. I’m hard again and I know that’s what you really want, so I take my finger out, suck it so I can taste you, then ease my cock into you, and your pussy is so tight and hot and wet all around me, and you’re moaning, those little sighing, panting moans you make. God, Suzanne, I love those sexy sounds you make.
I reach down and with my thumb I press your clit and your body bucks, and now I’m circling that swollen nub as I thrust into you faster and harder, and you can feel the pressure building, the climax approaching, and you twist your body against me, demanding the release you need.
And I want to give it to you, Suzanne. I want you to come.
Now, Suzanne.
“Jaxon!” She cried out his name as her body clutched and spasmed.
“This had better be good,” Rina grumbled as she dropped into the last chair at the sidewalk table at Sophie’s Cosmic Café. “I had to move a clarinet lesson and deal with the dratted bridge traffic.” She lived on the North Shore, over the Lion’s Gate Bridge.
“Well, I had to reschedule a client,” Ann said. “And catch a cab from Georgia and Burrard at noon, along with three dozen other businesspeople.”
“I was free as the wind.” Jenny grinned. “Being self-employed has a heck of a lot going for it.” Her grin widened. “Plus, this could count as research. It could be fun to do an article on internet dating.”
“Sex,” Suzanne murmured, just as Ann said, “Been done too many times already, but—” She broke off. “Did someone say sex?”
Flushing, Suzanne leaned forward and beckoned them all to do the same. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted anyone overhearing. “Internet sex. I’ve been having IM sex.”
“IM? Instant messaging?” Rina queried, but Jenny’s voice overrode her. “Holy crap, woman, tell all! With caveman?”
“Yes. With Jaxon. That’s his name. Spelled with an ‘x’ rather than a ‘c-k.’ He lives in San Francisco.”
“Obviously you decided to reply to his e-mail,” Ann said dryly.
“Monday night. And we’ve been e-mailing back and forth and…”
“And having IM sex?” Rina finished, her dark brows drawn together in puzzlement. “How on earth do you have IM sex?”
Suzanne knew her cheeks were fiery by now.
Jenny saved her by saying, “Get a grip, Rina, use a little imagination. Think of how you have phone sex.”
“Phone sex? What, exactly, do you do with the phone?” Rina asked with pseudo-innocence.
They all burst out laughing.
“Seriously,” Rina said, “I’ve never had phone sex. But I can imagine. You talk dirty to each other?”
“Among other things,” Ann said smugly.
“Aha!” Jenny pounced. “You have some experience.”
“I dated a guy who lived in Toronto and we only saw each other every two or three months. But we did burn up the phone lines.”
Suzanne stared at her friend. Why did she always assume Ann was as starchy as her tailored suits? “You’ve had phone sex? So, you mean he tells you what he’d like to do to you? And you, uh, touch yourself and…”
“I’d guess it’s pretty much the same as cyber sex. Is that how you and Jaxon do it?”
Suzanne clapped her hands to burning cheeks. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. It’s like something out of Sex and the City.”
“Never that,” Jenny said. “We’re way too stuffy for that.”
“Inhibited,” Rina said.
“Reserved. Discreet,” Ann contributed.
“Canadian.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “Only in New York are gals that out there.”
Suzanne winced. “But don’t you see, that’s what Jaxon expects from me. I’m outrageous69. He doesn’t know I’m this stuffy, inhibited, reserved, discreet Canadian. Well, he knows I’m Canadian, but he thinks I’m like Samantha used to be on Sex and the City. Completely concerned with sex.”
“Let me see,” Ann said mischievously. “The first time you meet the man, you end up in a cave, uh…Okay, let’s call an apple an apple, like Samantha would. Fucking. Three times.”
The word “fucking” made Suzanne flinch. But Ann was right, it had hardly been making love.
“Then,” Ann said, “the next time you’re in touch, you’re both typing sexy suggestions and masturbating.”
Suzanne winced again. Damn, how could she pretend to be outrageous if words like “fuck” and “masturbating” embarrassed her?
Ann raised her eyebrows. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m thinking Samantha would be proud of you, Suze.”
“But it’s not me,” she admitted softly. “Not the real me.”
“Then who is it?” Jenny asked. “That evil twin again?”
“No! It’s not evil, it’s…” She frowned. It sure hadn’t felt evil, it had been so…“Sexy,” Suzanne said, her confidence beginning to grow again. She gave a firm nod. “That’s it, it’s my sexy twin. And that’s who has to go on my date with Jaxon.”
“Suzie! You’ve arranged