Well, two somethings, actually.”
“Hmm…? You mean besides the lingerie?”
I rise from my seat at the table and move to the counter, reaching high in a cabinet
for two small wrapped boxes. “For you,” I say, presenting him with the gifts.
Andy’s face softens at the sight of the boxes and a tender look lights his eyes. “Aww,
you didn’t have to get me anything. And I feel like a shit heel because I don’t have
a gift in return.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. Just open it and enjoy.”
He rips off the top of the smallest package first and takes out a small key chain
with two keys on it. “What are these to?”
“The first one is for my apartment.” Andy’s smile grows as I continue, “I want you
to come and go as you please. And the second one is for what’s in the next box.”
He leaves his seat and wraps his arms around me. A kiss burns between us for several
moments until he eases back to whisper, “I’ll do my best to never disappoint you and
keep you happy.”
“I know you will, Andy. It was me who needed to come around. And I have. I was so
afraid of being left by a man I never wanted to let anyone in, never allowed myself
to become intimate. But you showed me being involved with someone doesn’t have to
be scary and leave me feeling weak.”
Looking unsure of what to say, he kisses me again and mumbles a heartfelt, emotional
“thank you.”
I slide the next package across the counter to him and his face lights up. He rips
open the second one to reveal the fuzzy handcuffs. Heat floods his face and the look
in his eye becomes wild. “God, woman. What you do to me.”
I smile while slipping the cuffs out of the tissue paper. “You mean ‘what I plan’
on doing to you.” Pushing him back to his seat, I nudge him down and press his arms
behind the ladder-back chair. I straddle his lap and reach behind to cuff his wrists
together, keeping him firmly held in place.
“Holy crap, and I thought the apartment key was big.” He lurches up with his hips,
brushing his arousal against my center. “I think my dick is ready to explode from
both gifts.”
I nibble on his ear, eager to send him into a maddened state of arousal—like he does
to me. “You better settle down, mister.” I firm my tone and try for my sternest police
officer voice. “I’ve got you dead to rights.”
“Yes, sir… er, ma’am.” He stutters in his excitement. “Whatever you say. You’re the
one holding the key.”
“Damn straight, I am,” I say, rising from his lap and reaching to undo his pants.
Andy lifts his hips a bit to help me remove the jeans.
I straddle his lap again, with my thong still on, and lower myself to brush the head
of his cock over my satin-covered flesh. “Oh, that feels nice.” Andy nods, his eyes
glued to the cleavage hovering in front of his face. “I’ve got something else that
needs your attention.” Reaching down, I pull first one and then my other breast free
to sit atop the corset. The sturdy, boned material forces them high and straight,
pointing the aroused nipples directly at Andy’s face. “Do a good job and maybe I’ll
please you.”
Andy leans forward and latches onto my right breast. He sucks it in and bites down,
then draws back and laves the hard tip. Nibbling deep into my cleavage he makes his
way over to the left one. Tickling the peak with the tip of his tongue he sucks just
the dark pink areola in and pulls back, elongating the aroused flesh.
He continues back and forth from one breast to the other, sending sparks of sensation
through me with every deep pull and little bite. I press my breasts together while
undulating my hips over his swollen arousal.
“This is torture not being able to touch you,” he says, his voice rough.
“Really?” I gasp. “I don’t feel that way.”
He swallows a laugh as I cram my breast back into his mouth. The vibration of his
humor sends another tingle down my spine. “I think I want your cock now,” I say, rising
from his lap.
I mince slowly to the counter. Turning my back to him I stick out my ass and run my
hands over my hips, catching the sides of the panties on my way. The skimpy material
slides along my smooth legs and I step out and kick them aside.
Andy croaks from his chair. “How do you feel about anal sex, Carla?”
I look back over my shoulder, spread my legs a bit, and lean forward on the counter.
“I never tried it.” Licking two fingers I reach over one hip and slide my fingers
down the crack of my bottom to my waiting wetness.
Andy’s eyes are glued to my every move. I’ve never felt so sexy in my entire life.
“Oh, baby,” he says. “This is so not fair. I want to stick my tongue into you and
feast all night.”
“You mean like this?” I say, thrusting two fingers into myself. A low groan comes
from the handcuffed man as I steadily pump in and out. Andy’s cock pulses back and
forth with his heartbeat, bobbing in the light of my kitchen.
On a whim, I pull out my fingers and use one to tease the rim of my ass. “Is this
where you want to play next?”
Andy’s hungry gaze locks on my circling digit. When I slide one fingertip past the
first ring of muscle he lurches in the chair. “You keep that up and I’m going to shoot
without you even touching me.”
Eyeing his cock, I voice my fears. “I’m not sure you’d fit in my bottom. It feels
awfully tight in here.”
“Dear God, woman,” his hips jerk up and his neck muscles bulge, “either come back
over here and mount me or stop talking. The thought of how tight your little virgin
ass must be is sending me into a fit.”
Deciding he’s had more than enough teasing for the night, I do exactly as planned
and return to his handcuffed form on the chair. I straddle him again, but this time
face away, toward the counter. Sliding down, I guide his cock into my body and start
to move.
A low moan fills the air as I settle his erection in deep. “Holy Christ, your pussy
feels hot.”
I smile while sliding up; savoring every delicious second I’ve got him under my power.
One finger slips between my folds and I tickle the aroused flesh peeking out. I continue
the movements, steadily going faster as I bob on his lap. My thighs tense under the
driving rhythm I set, threatening to buckle under me.
Ignoring the strain in my legs, and focusing on the hard cock sliding in and out of
me, I revel in the moment. To think, I thought I had to issue orders to get what I
wanted in bed, when all I really needed was a damn good lover who fired me up.
“Work that clit, sweetheart. I want to feel you writhe when I come.”
The creaking of the chair and our rough breathing only adds to the aching desire building
in me.
“You’ve got to have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen,” Andy says in a rush of
air. “Once you take these cuffs off me I’m going to spread you on the bed and tongue
that tight little hole all night.”
Picturing him doing just that, like he did that day weeks ago on the conference table,
sends me plummeting over the abyss. A long jagged scream pours from me as
I convulse
around him. Andy thrusts up, only inches off the chair, forcing himself deeper into
me as his own release hits.
My shaky legs finally give and I sink onto his lap, the last pulsations of my orgasm
echoing through my whole body. Andy rocks a few more times, coating me deep inside
with his pleasure.
Once my breathing stills, I grab some tissues from the table and clean us both up.
The shiny key ring glints in the room as I reach behind the chair to uncuff the sexiest
man I’ve ever met.
Andy works his shoulders a few times and leans heavily on the table to get to his
feet. “Holy crap. That was freakin’ mind blowing.” He turns and takes me in his arms,
resting some of his weight against me. “How did I ever get so lucky as to have you
in my life?”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He leans in and kisses me, sweat moistening his forehead from our exertions. The emotion
I can no longer deny spills into our joining, binding him to me in a way I never knew
possible.
The time has come to tell him. I’ve known him for months even if I only saw the real
Andy more recently. The words burn inside, eager to leap into the air between us.
I reach up, placing my hands on his cheeks, and ease his lips away from mine.
Staring deep into his eyes, I utter the three words I haven’t said to a man since
my father died. “I love you.”
His eyes widen and I swear I see a glint of moisture in them. “I love you, too.” His
arms crush me to his chest in a fierce hug. “And if I have my way, I’ll be saying
that to you every day for the rest of our lives.”
My own vision blurs as I press my lips to his, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been
in my entire existence.
~~*~~
About the Author: C.J. Ellisson is the USA Today Bestselling author of the New York
Times Bestselling book, Vanilla on Top, the bestselling V V Inn series, and several
erotica shorts. She lives in northern Virginia with her husband, two children, two
dogs, and a fluffy black cat who makes her sneeze. Unlike most full-time authors,
she's also battling severe chronic illness. C.J. works daily to put her Lupus into
remission and continues to fight numerous bacterial infections while her immune system
slowly attacks her body. She turned to writing when she could no longer work outside
the home and claims the escape of penning contemporary fantasy, erotica, and erotic
romance has helped save her sanity.
Avoiding Mr. Right is the second book in the Wild Side series and there are currently four novels planned, with more to be added if there
is enough reader interest.
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Acknowledgements
My readers greatly influence my career and the choices I make in business. I listen
to them and weigh their opinions when deciding on the next project to tackle, cover
to select, or reader convention to attend. I’m grateful they reach out to me on Facebook
and have become my friends. Some authors may prefer to be reclusive, but I’m not one
of them. Thank you for being part of this incredible journey with me.
A big thanks goes to my editor, Tina Winograd. We met years ago on writing.com and
I can honestly say you’re the best thing that’s happened to my work in a long time.
Thank you for standing by me no matter what and for being a friend.
I’ve met quite a few incredible authors this past year. Whether through social networking,
in person, or via email, they have buoyed up my confidence and helped me to see what
an amazing community of peers I have. Thank you for sharing your wisdom and for supporting
me. I get a secret thrill whenever I hear a fellow writer has enjoyed my work. Our
time is so limited (and our TBR piles so tall) I’m honored they would spend their
precious resource on something I created.
As always, thank you, Peter. The past few months have brought a lot of change in our
lives and you never cease to amaze me with your unwavering support and belief in my
career.
~~*~~
Read on for an exciting excerpt from the book mentioned in chapter seven, Suddenly Beautiful, by Boone Brux!
Product Description:
Being the son of Aphrodite isn’t a walk in the clouds. Rebelling against his demi-god
status, billionaire make-up mogul Toraos Stephanos fights to separate his personal
life and the immortal world by swearing off demi-god girlfriends forever. Too bad
his newest employee can't take the hint.
Though Nikki secretly pines for her smoking hot boss, no way will she jeopardize her
job and independence professing her love to a guy so clearly out of her league. Too
bad that leaves her with only imagining him naked and thinking evil thoughts about
the new girl.
After a single bottle of Ambrosia and one night of passion... Nikki finally thinks
she has a chance with the man of her dreams. But the next morning, Tor pretends like
nothing happened, leaving Nikki with an emerging drive for combat—after all, turns
out she is the daughter of Ares and she's about to make her mama proud.
All is fair in love and war... and Nikki's not about to let anyone forget it.
Chapter One
Holy Mary, mother of God, the man was half-naked.
Flawless, tan skin stretched across a perfect muscular back. Her boss, Tor, oozed
more sex appeal than any man had the right to possess—especially around her. After
six years of working at Kythera Costmetics, she still lusted for him as much as she
had the day she started. Were her thighs actually sweating?
Nikki snapped her gaping mouth closed and squeezed her lids shut. The dirty little
desires she normally kept tucked away tumbled through her mind. Once again, she screwed
her contrived disinterest in place and opened her eyes.
“Wednesday is great.” Tor turned and flashed his impressive eight pack as he waved
her inside with the shirt he held in his hand. “I can’t foresee any problems.”
For the love of God, man, cover up.
Tor smiled and pointed to the phone, adding a thumbs-up. She lifted her brows and
smiled, returning the gesture. Only one thing could make him this happy so early in
the morning: landing Creed Killion as the new creative director for the Goddess line
of cosmetics.
Tor propped one hand on his hip and stared at the floor, listening to Creed on the
other end of the phone. Nikki let her eyes wander over his naked chest, his tapering
waist, and the dark patch of hair that dipped into uncharted territory. She really
needed to get a life instead of pining away for her boss. He’d never given her any
indication that he thought of her in that way, but still, she couldn’t seem to shake this intense at
traction. At twenty-seven, she
should be able to compartmentalize her feelings for him, but no matter how hard she
tried, her pesky crush kept rearing its ugly head.
“Fantastic! I’ll have my assistant call you with the details. Thanks, Creed.”
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