Champagne Rules by Susan Lyons Read Free Book Online

little danger. She was gutsy, into excitement and adventure. Reckless. Outrageous. Outrageous69.
    Sixty nine. Oh man, they’d sure shared some crazy fun. His gaze snagged on the piles of paper, file folders and accordion files that littered his desk. What would she think of him now, with the brilliant but utterly conservative career he was so busily pursuing? She wanted a guy who was sexy, exciting, adventuresome. And he wasn’t. 
    What he was was a lawyer obsessed with piling up more billable hours, impressing the partners, kowtowing to old clients and hustling new ones. Oh yeah, he could guess how outrageous69 would view him. Sexy? Not a hope in hell. Though his swollen cock was definitely ready and willing to perform.
    Unable to resist the memories, he unzipped the fly of his jeans. She had stroked him with slender, deft fingers, and he’d felt huge in her hand.
    Jax closed his eyes as his hand remembered her rhythm. She had stroked and teased, then she’d leaned down and all that sun-kissed hair had tumbled across his belly as she’d opened her lips and taken him in. She’d only managed to surround the first few inches of his length. But she’d compensated by caressing and licking, working her way down and back up, then down again, tonguing his balls until they tightened and clenched and he was ready to explode.
    Then he’d grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her away from him, thrust her onto her back. And he was on top of her, inside her, swallowing her cries with his mouth even as his own climax shrieked through him.
    Oh shit!
    Jax pulled his wet hand away from his body. It wasn’t the first time he’d come, remembering her. But usually it happened in bed at night, or in the shower.
    Thank God the office was deserted. Thank God he was wearing jeans rather than one of his good suits. Praying the security guard wouldn’t pick this moment for a surprise check, he stumbled on shaky legs to the men’s room to clean up.
    Back in his office, the message glowed at him from the computer screen. He grinned and sat down in front of the keyboard. 
    Suzanne’s friends had made her swear a vow in retsina not to check her outrageous69 e-mail until Monday afternoon. Then she was under strict instructions to print the replies unread and bring them to Maria’s, the Greek restaurant the Awesome Foursome had chosen for dinner.
    She could have cheated and they’d never have known. She was tempted many times, never more strongly than Saturday night when she had another orgasmic dream, but she resisted. For her, a promise, even a silly one, was a bond. When she rushed home from the vet clinic on Monday and accessed her outrageous69 account, she was astonished to find almost fifty replies. “Don’t people have anything better to do with their time?” she muttered as she clicked PRINT over and over again. Damn, she was going to be late for dinner. As each new message came on screen, tantalizing words tempted her to stop and read: Hot time . . . sugarpie . . . most beautiful thing . . . caveman. She summoned her will power, averted her eyes, kept clicking PRINT.
    Fuck me, baby!
    “I don’t think so, baby,” she muttered. “Good old outrageous69 is a perv magnet.” And what had she expected, with the wording her tipsy friends had come up with?
    But her nerves zinged at the thought that, maybe, in those four dozen sheets of paper, she would find her mystery lover. Now that she actually held the replies in her hand, she was seriously tempted to flop down on her couch and read them.
    “The girls would kill me.” She stuffed the papers into a canvas tote and grabbed her car keys. Ann was running late too, and they met on the street outside Maria’s Taverna, under the blue-and-white awning. Ann ran a hand through her hair and said, “I swear, sometimes I wonder why I chose law. The clients are a pain, the partners are a bigger pain and the secretaries have chips on their shoulders the size of a Douglas fir.”
    “Bad