Software design consultant Elsie Meyers schedules an interview for a position at Bennett Consulting -- but a rainstorm, a spilled purse and a chance encounter with a steaming hunk she met under very compromising circumstances a few months ago change that interview into an outright erotic fantasy.
From the moment John Bennett spots Elsie and remembers where he first met her, he knows she would make a perfect submissive. When she drops her briefcase and a flogger tumbles out, the interview takes a whole different turn, into taboo territory.
The beautiful redhead is in between Doms and John is in between subs. In a sensual encounter John finds himself offering Elsie a different position, then discovers he'd like to make that position permanent -- and convince Elsie to take it.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Taking the Job by Cheyenne McCray
Goddamn, the woman was gorgeous. Without being obvious about it, John took in her upper body, her slim shoulders, the graceful curve of her throat and her delicate features. Her hazel eyes seemed to almost shift colors, and the curls that had escaped her upswept red hair looked so damn sexy. When he'd followed her in, he'd watched the way her small ass swayed and had studied her long, toned legs. He wondered exactly what she wore beneath that skirt. Thanks to the rain, he knew what she wore above it.
Now that he was face-to-face with her, there was no missing that her nipples were hard and obvious through her transparent shirt--thank you, rain gods--and the curves of her large breasts made his mouth water and his cock harden.
He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure against his zipper, and hoped she didn't look at his lap. Images flashed through his mind of his collar around her throat, her ass pink from his whip and driving his cock in and out of her pussy from behind as he bent her over a spanking bench.
Fuck. He had to get his thoughts and erection under control.
On top of that, some serious sexual undercurrents snapped between the two of them like an electrical wire. By the look in her eyes and the tentative way her tongue darted out to touch her bottom lip, he was positive she was as attracted to him as he was to her.
Just by looking at her and her mannerisms, he had no doubt she would make an excellent submissive.
To gain some semblance of control, and to ease the tension, he commented about the weather and said he was sorry she'd had to come out in such bad weather--even though he wasn't, sorry that was. She looked too damn delicious with her shirt plastered against her chest.
He asked her if she enjoyed her current position.
"It's been challenging," she said in her bedroom voice that made him think more and more about what she would be like naked, maybe even tied down to his bed. "But I've truly enjoyed it. I'm sorry the project is coming to an end."
"Why are you interested in a position with my consulting firm, Elsie?" he asked, letting her name slide over his tongue and enjoying the taste of it.
She still sat rigidly in her seat, and he wondered how to get her to relax. "I've made the decision that I would rather work with a consulting firm than strictly on my own," she said.
"Why is that?" He was tempted to rub his cock with one of his hands, it ached so badly. Wild fantasies of marking her as his own continued to spin through his head. Jesus Christ, he couldn't remember being this affected by any woman.
Elsie's eyes shifted from hazel brown to green as she tilted her head to the side. He wondered if she made that movement consciously. "I'd rather be consistently in the field than having large breaks in between consults."
"Reasonable." He leaned forward and braced his forearms on his thighs. "Would you be interested in an inside consulting position? I'm looking for a software designer for an in-house project." Hell, he'd make up a job to keep this woman nearby. He'd made it a rule to never be involved with any of his employees, but if she worked as a consultant, she wouldn't technically be an employee...
"Yes," she said without hesitation and his cock stirred. Having her close...that would be dangerous and challenging all at the same time.
"What are your qualifications?" he asked.
"Let me give you my r?sum?." Elsie leaned down to pick up the black briefcase she'd brought with her.
As she started to sit back up, he watched her fumble with the catch as if her hands were shaking. The clasp made a clicking sound as it opened.
In the next moment she gave a little cry as the briefcase slipped out of her grasp, and the contents tumbled out and rolled across his carpeted floor.
"Let me help." John got out of his seat and knelt beside Elsie as she frantically scooped up items and put them into one of the briefcase's pockets.
"Really, I'm fine." A strangled sound came from her throat when she looked up to see him holding a suede flogger that had fallen out of her briefcase.
It was at that moment he remembered exactly where he had seen her before.
"Uhhh..." Elsie's face flamed while she tried to form a coherent sentence as her brain took a holiday from sheer embarrassment.
She was still on her knees as he crouched beside her, just inches away. He didn't give her the black and red leather flogger. Instead, he gripped the handle with one hand and ran the fingers of his other hand through the strips of suede.
He was so close she felt his body heat, and her heartbeat ratcheted up a notch from the way he was holding the flogger--as if he knew his way around one. What if he...
Elsie cleared her throat as he stroked the flogger then met her gaze. "Fetish Ball, Las Vegas, two months ago," he said in a dark, dangerous, sensual voice.
The briefcase slipped from her fingers again, but she barely noticed the contents rolling away.
Oh. My. God.
Not a single word would come out of her mouth, not that her heart would let any words pass.
He suddenly seemed closer than he had before and the spicy scent of his aftershave caused the furious churning in her belly to increase.
John took the flogger and traced it down the side of her face and she closed her eyes. He moved the soft leather straps lower, along the curve of her neck to the opening of her blouse as he spoke.
"You were wearing a black leather corset that barely kept in your breasts, and a black leather thong that showed off your ass perfectly." As he continued she shook from the sensuality in his words and the way he stroked her with the flogger. Her eyes still closed, she pictured everything he was saying as it had been that night. "You had on the sexiest high heels that showed off your long, gorgeous legs as you were spread out, strapped to a St. Andrew's cross. God, you looked beautiful as you were being flogged. Your ass so pink and perfect for fucking."
Elsie gasped and he paused and rested the flogger at the curve of her neck. "You were wearing another Dom's collar."
She licked her lips and opened her eyes but she couldn't meet his gaze. He knew. God, he knew.