Discover
your inner bad girl, and set her free…
Heather Pierce is done being a
wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different
life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous
unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of
her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge
of what she wants, secretly fearing he won’t desire the real person she’s
desperate to hide.
Top acquisitions officer and
international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his
career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event…and discovers losing
control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his
every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover
he’s ever encountered—until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the
other side of the negotiating table.
Title: Vanilla on Top
(Walk on the Wild Side, #1)
Author: C.J. Ellisson
Genre: Category –
Contemporary
Length: 279
Release Date: January 2013
ISBN: 978-1-62266-798-7
Imprint: Brazen
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Tony
“Sir? Sir?” My assistant’s voice crackles from the speakerphone, shaking me out of daydreams. “Are you there?”
I shift my growing erection and try to focus on the here and now. This is the third time this morning my thoughts have drifted to the black haired temptress from the bistro last night. “I’m here.”
“Your eleven o’clock is rescheduled for one-thirty and your lunch appointment is moved up to twelve.”
I nod and check my electronic calendar on Outlook with a click. “Got it.”
“You’ll be cutting it close to get back in time, so don’t linger over lunch.”
I smile at the added instructions from the ultra-organized woman. “Yes, Deidra. I can handle it.”
She clicks off the speaker function and my mind trails back to my recent preoccupation of last night. Who was Heather? How can I see her again? Where can I find her?
Frustration boils in my gut as I realize I have no way of contacting her. Maybe she’ll call? The indignity of having to wait on a woman, any woman, feels maddening…and, if I’m honest—quite arousing. She was so sexy when she took control. The power wasn’t mine for a change and, I have to admit, I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
As I scroll through the recent figures for tomorrow’s acquisition, it occurs to me this mysterious woman might be exactly what I need in my life. Someone to keep me on my toes, keep me guessing—someone else who calls the shots for a change.
A thrill spikes through me as I recall my painfully aroused state twelve hours ago. Last night’s shock when she sauntered back into the bistro was unprecedented. No woman I’ve ever been with would deny my release, especially after I made sure she was pleased first.
I wanted to thrust into her and barrel toward my own relief—to hell with the consequences. I waited a moment after she left, watching, hoping she’d turn and come back with a smile on her face. When she didn’t, my heart beat even faster. Blood pounded through my body and my aching cock wept, not ready to give up on fulfillment.
I’d never felt so alive in my life. Her smell on my fingers lingered for hours, driving me slowly insane with the remembrance of her release. The slim woman peaked on a restaurant’s patio—practically in public—showing an abandon and freedom I’ve never experienced. She was stunning in her sexuality. Confident and completely in control of the situation…and me.
My cock hardens behind my fly. I’ve got to get this woman out of my head. I’ve work to do. I glance at the flat screen on my desk, not really knowing where to start my day.
Who am I kidding? I need to find her.
I reach for the phone.
The phone rings an inordinate amount of times before I hear a voice. “Match Made in Heaven, this is Linda.”
“Hi Linda. It’s Anthony Carmine.” I’m this close to finding her. Warmth steals over me, coating me from head to foot. “I attended your event last night at Manhattan Wine.”
“Ah, yes. Nice to hear from you Mr. Carmine. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Immediately I see Heather in my mind, leaning up against the brick wall, lips parted, breathing shallow as she comes. I clear my throat. “Umm, yes. I had a great time.”
“Good! That’s what I like to hear.”
“I’m actually calling to get the name of one of the ladies I chatted with.”
“A personalized email went out today with everyone’s prospects.”
I recall the email I opened this morning on my way to work. Heather’s name was not in it. “Well…she wouldn’t have put my name down, I don’t think.”
A silence meets me on the other end of the line. “Oh dear. You mean you’d like the name of someone who didn’t check off to meet you?”
Thinking back to the darn clipboard we were all saddled with, I realize there’s no way Heather marked hers and handed it in. After our…encounter…on the secluded patio, she made a beeline for the exit. “Yes, someone who maybe forgot to hand in her form.”
“I collected all the clipboards when the event ended. All forms were accounted for.”
Damn. I know she couldn’t have filled hers regarding me. I never saw her lift a pen when I sat with her. “We…chatted…outside for a while. But I didn’t get her last name.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Carmine. I can’t reveal anyone’s name without permission.”
Anger spikes through my calm façade. This is not going as well as I planned. “Can you make an exception?”
“No sir, I cannot.”
“What if I promised to donate a large sum of money to your favorite charity?”
A distinct iciness creeps into her voice. “No.”
A sigh escapes me and my shoulders slump. Money won’t buy me out of this one. I’ll have to try another avenue. “Okay, thanks for your time.”
We end the call and I shift in my seat. The sensitive helmet of my cock rubs against my underwear, driving me to further distraction. I reach down to move myself, hoping to find a comfortable position.
Impossible.
I’m aching to jerk off, an act I don’t normally have to perform unless traveling for business in an isolated area.
Unbidden, the image of Heather across the bistro table blossoms in my mind, bringing back the exact moment she asked if I wanted someone to tell me what to do. Her long, black hair cascaded over a shoulder, the trailing ends hugging the underside of one pert breast. An enigmatic smile creased the delicate features on her fresh face. No one would have guessed her simple sweater and skirt hid a cauldron of sexual heat bubbling below the surface.
No pretense of heavy makeup, no overly done hairstyle a man can’t touch, no slave to fashion…well, except those spiked heels she wore. If she hadn’t barked that order at me to turn off my phone, I could have easily missed her. And that would have been a crying shame.
The memory of her taste has me jumping up to lock the office door, right as I reach to unzip my fly. The pressure mounting in me has to come out or I’ll be useless all damn day. A small part of me is annoyed at how she left me hanging last night, but as my fist closes over the flesh of my engorged cock, I have to admit I don’t care.
I free the swollen organ and feel like an eager teenager discovering the joys of self-pleasure as I pump my length up and down. My head leans on the chair back as I close my eyes and picture Heather telling me to get on my knees. The skin slides up and down in my grip, creating a warm friction.
I recall Heather’s husky voice guiding my thumbs to her wet sex. Her musky smell spilled into the night, choking out the lingering aromas of the city.
A bead of come leaks out the weeping slit of my cock and trails down the side. I massage the slick warmth around my shaft in a circular twist of my fist and increase the pressure on each stroke, driving myself closer to a peak.
My mouth waters at the remembered taste of her. She was so sexy when she came, mewling soft little sounds of pleasure deep in her throat. I want to slide into her tight wetness and feel her writhe around my flesh. I’d make her call out her release, not stifle the noises like last night. The image of driving myself deep and fast into her permeates my mind, forcing out all other thoughts.
The arousal I’ve felt all night and all morning combined with the stimulation of my hand promises to deliver a powerful peak. The pressure builds in the base of my cock and all I hear in my head is Heather moaning her pleasure while I plunge inside her. I jerk my fist faster, willing my fantasy to become real. At the last moment I remember to cup my left hand around the head and catch my come as it releases.
Wave after wave of sensation shudders through me in time with my pulsing prick. Tension flows out of my body as calmness enters my brain. I open my eyes and reach for the tissues in my top drawer. Steely shards of determination spike down my spine as I clean up and toss the tissues away.
I want her. Man, do I want her.
At least now I should be able to get some work done.
I wonder how long she will make me wait before she calls. I will find this woman, if it’s the last thing I do.
Vanilla on Top
A Walk on the Wild Side novel
C. J. Ellison
Contemporary. Sub/Myst.
M/F. Anal Play. Spanking
277 pages
Heather is talked into going to a speed-dating event. Marcus has talked his friend, Tony, into going to the same speed-dating event. After a few changes in partners Heather and Tony get together for their short allotted time and almost immediately his phone rings. He answers and complains about being interrupted and when it happens for the third time Heather tells him to turn it off. He does and is impressed that she told him to do it and that he actually did it.
Oh yeah, Mr. Businessman got turned on and she caught it. She has never played topbut goes for it as he seems turned on and tuned in, what can she loose her life has been a bore and maybe her friend is right that she needs a new skin. Maybe this new attitude has something going for it. She is so shocked when this new attitude works she decides to take it a step at a time and tells him to follow her out to the patio. When she has him on his knees before her doing exactly as she tells him she goes a lot further than she thought she could or ever would.
Tony can't believe he is letting this woman tell him what to do and there is a thrill to it and it is so fantastic he doesn't fight it. He lets her command him and loves it!
Mutually they agree that they cannot be away from the event going on inside for too long without being found so he gives her his card and requests that she calls him.
Heather's life has changed and with this change of attitude and she learns to let some of the attitude into her everyday life. She feels alive.
Tony can't believe what happened and how he let this woman control him but he feels such satisfaction with his inner self, he feels alive. He doesn't know what to do, he has no means to contact her. He has always held the upper hand and now he doesn't and is frustrated but excited.
Oh they do get together and have a roller coaster ride of their lives. Total MUST read for the great all around humor and true life experiences with a delightful touch offairytale romance and do not forget the descriptive enjoyable sex and more sex!!!
5 brightly bursting stars
A Walk on the Wild Side novel
C. J. Ellison
Contemporary. Sub/Myst.
M/F. Anal Play. Spanking
277 pages
Heather is talked into going to a speed-dating event. Marcus has talked his friend, Tony, into going to the same speed-dating event. After a few changes in partners Heather and Tony get together for their short allotted time and almost immediately his phone rings. He answers and complains about being interrupted and when it happens for the third time Heather tells him to turn it off. He does and is impressed that she told him to do it and that he actually did it.
Oh yeah, Mr. Businessman got turned on and she caught it. She has never played topbut goes for it as he seems turned on and tuned in, what can she loose her life has been a bore and maybe her friend is right that she needs a new skin. Maybe this new attitude has something going for it. She is so shocked when this new attitude works she decides to take it a step at a time and tells him to follow her out to the patio. When she has him on his knees before her doing exactly as she tells him she goes a lot further than she thought she could or ever would.
Tony can't believe he is letting this woman tell him what to do and there is a thrill to it and it is so fantastic he doesn't fight it. He lets her command him and loves it!
Mutually they agree that they cannot be away from the event going on inside for too long without being found so he gives her his card and requests that she calls him.
Heather's life has changed and with this change of attitude and she learns to let some of the attitude into her everyday life. She feels alive.
Tony can't believe what happened and how he let this woman control him but he feels such satisfaction with his inner self, he feels alive. He doesn't know what to do, he has no means to contact her. He has always held the upper hand and now he doesn't and is frustrated but excited.
Oh they do get together and have a roller coaster ride of their lives. Total MUST read for the great all around humor and true life experiences with a delightful touch offairytale romance and do not forget the descriptive enjoyable sex and more sex!!!
5 brightly bursting stars
Author
Information
C.J. Ellisson, author of contemporary
fantasy and erotica, lives near DC with her husband, two children aged 11 and
9, two Staffordshire Bull Terriers and a young cat she's newly allergic to.
After spending most of her working life dealing with real estate - either as a
sales manager in wholesale mortgage banking, a corporate trainer, a Realtor, or
as a property manager - she's now writing full-time and happy for the first
time in years. Writing has become her passion and to find people want to read
her stories feels like a dream come true.
To learn more about C.J.'s books, please visit her website at www.cjellisson.com
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