Champagne Rules. Susan Lyons

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СКАЧАТЬ Monday night, Jax got home from the office around eleven. He shared the apartment with Tod, a visual merchandiser—i.e., window dresser—at Saks Fifth Avenue, and Levi, an accountant with Rothstein Kass. One thing you had to say for him and his roommates: They worked in some of the classiest businesses in town.

      Another thing you had to say: They weren’t exactly homemakers.

      He cleared Chinese takeout containers off the rickety coffee table in front of the wide-screen TV, and crammed the empties into the overflowing garbage bin under the kitchen sink. Then he opened the fridge door, and grinned. Someone had remembered to buy beer.

      He cracked open a can and headed through to his bedroom, where he stripped off his suit jacket and tie and glanced at his computer.

      Since Saturday night, he’d monitored his new caveman e-mail account obsessively. By now he was figuring it wasn’t really his blonde. Still, he wished she’d reply, so he could stop wasting his time this way.

      Oh, what the hell, just once more. No way would he get to sleep until he did.

      And there she was.

      He grew hard as he read her words. Yeah, he sure as hell remembered his fingers threading through her golden curls, teasing the moist, swollen flesh below.

      This time he ignored his hard-on. Instead, he began to type.

      Suzanne. What a perfect name for such a beautiful, sexy woman. My name is Jaxon. I’m single too. And as it turns out, we’re almost neighbors. I’m in San Francisco. It would be easy to come visit you—or you could come here, if you wanted.

      What was he doing? Wasn’t he the guy who never took time off work? And yet…

      Come. God, I want to come again, with you. I want to hear you come, feel you come around me. To caress your lovely breasts, see the pleasure on your face as I touch you. Just the thought of it…

      He stopped typing. Should he be saying this stuff? Would she be offended? No, of course not, not outrageous69.

      He resumed:…makes me hard. I want to taste you again, Suzanne. Everywhere…

      He broke off again, so aroused he felt like he was going to burst.

      He stared at the screen. A first draft. He should edit it; he always edited things before he sent them.

      But that was the lawyer side of him. Tonight he was just a man. A horny man. Quickly he typed, Say you’ll see me. I want more sexy memories.

      He clicked SEND and stared at the screen.

      Suzanne. Her name was Suzanne.

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      Suzanne couldn’t get back to sleep. After an hour of trying, she flicked on the bedside light, tossed back the covers and again evicted Mouse from the keyboard.

      Even knowing the odds were slim, Suzanne’s breath quickened as the computer started up. She accessed her outrageous69 account and found three new e-mails, but none were from caveman. Idly, she skimmed, shaking her head in bemusement. Cave sex sure seemed to turn a lot of guys’ cranks.

      Damn, she hadn’t cancelled the personals ad. She found the instructions Jenny had given her, and deleted her ad.

      Just as she was about to exit from e-mail, a message popped up on her screen. From caveman! She gripped the mouse with a shaking hand and clicked the message open.

      Jaxon. What a striking, unusual name. And he was single.

      Suzanne started to read on, when a thought occurred to her. Was he still on-line?

      Hurriedly, she clicked REPLY, then typed, Are you there, Jaxon? and clicked SEND.

      Then she went back to his message and read it, feeling her nipples bead. She pressed her legs together, savoring the burn of arousal between them. Good God, this man could turn her on, even via a computer. More than any other guy had done in person.

      Another message popped into her in-box. I’m here. I can’t believe it’s you, Suzanne.

      She beamed with delight. A real—or virtually real—conversation. Quickly she typed: It’s me. Wow, San Francisco, I’ve only been there once, but it’s a terrific city. She wanted to ask a thousand things. What did he do, and how did he like his job? What were his parents like, did he have siblings? What did he do in his spare time? Did he like animals? What should she ask first?

      Her fingers faltered. Mouse regarded her with a steady gaze that seemed almost amused. Like he knew she was all set to gush like a teenager who’d just met a boy who might turn out to be The One.

      Suzanne frowned. What was she thinking? This was not a teenage crush, nor was this her Mr. Cleaver—and she didn’t want him to be. She was way too young to be thinking about marriage.

      What was it she really wanted from caveman? Jaxon?

      Sex. Excitement. Proof she could be sexy.

      A new message popped into her in-box. Suzanne? Are you there? Did I go too far? Sorry if I offended you.

      Now she knew how the conversation was supposed to go. She deleted her unsent comment about San Francisco. Like Jenny had said, skip the travelogue and get to the good stuff. That’s what he’d expect. That’s what he wanted.

      You didn’t offend me, you got me hot! Just like you do every time I remember what we did in that cave. SEND.

      His reply was immediate. That was one wild afternoon!

      She paused, fingers poised over the keyboard. She’d held herself out to be outrageous69. Could she deliver?

      If the gals were only here to help.

      The thought of the four of them brainstorming the wording of erotic e-mail made her giggle, which in turn relaxed her. This should be easy. All she had to do was fantasize about being with him.

      But first…On one side of her desk, family faces smiled at her from picture frames: her mom and dad in the garden; her sister, Bethany, with her husband and two kids surrounded by Christmas clutter. Suzanne turned the photos facedown.

      Now there was only one face left, this one feline, gazing at her with a quizzical expression. She lifted the grey cat from her desktop and he gave a squall of protest as she set him on the floor. “Sorry, Mouse. Go sleep with Melody and Zorro. Trust me, you don’t want to know about this.” Then she began to type.

      Remember how we walked up the hill, holding hands? Both naked, both aroused. Then we slipped inside the cave and it was so dark I could barely see you.

      Imagine we’re there. Feel me, Jaxon. We’re kissing and our bodies are pressing together and then, suddenly, you lift me. I grip your shoulders with my arms and lock my legs around your waist, and we’re still kissing. Are you with me?

      She clicked SEND.

      Waited.

      Double-clicked eagerly on his response.

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