taboo3 takingthejob (8 page)

Elsie laughed and screamed as she fought against his hold. “Noooooo.” She was laughing so hard she could barely get the word out.

“That’s your first punishment,” he said as she giggled so hard she was having a hard time breathing. He let up on her and stopped tickling so she could catch her breath.

57

Cheyenne McCray

Her breath rose and fell beneath her ski jacket. “What f-f-for?” Her lips were starting to turn blue from the cold. He’d take care of that.

Instead of answering, he kissed her slowly, letting his mouth warm her lips before he kissed her more deeply. Elsie sighed into his mouth and relaxed her body. He released her lips and cupped her face in his gloved hands, holding her still so that he could take her more thoroughly. His ski pants strangled his cock and he ground his hips between her thighs. She made soft little moans and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He picked her up by her ass that was probably still sore from a spanking last night—it had been at least a week since her last one. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and smiled at him as he carried her toward their cabin.

They were in Aspen and staying at a cabin owned by John’s friend. It was huge—

could hardly be called a cabin by traditional standards—but it had a cozy feel to it.

When they were in the cabin, John got a fire going in the massive fireplace that also served as a fireplace in the master bedroom. She had peeled her gloves off and was shivering while he stoked the fire. Even though they’d had a ridiculous amount of fun the last couple of weeks in Aspen, snow still wasn’t her favorite thing. With Elsie, anything was his favorite, as long as he spent the time with her.

He was in such deep shit when it came to Elsie. Way over his head.

When the room was toasty—aided by the state-of-the-art heating system his friend had installed in the luxury cabin—John helped her strip out of her snowsuit. She was still chilled and as he slowly took her clothing off he kissed every cold part on her body he could find.

He pushed away her hood and released her hair. Elsie sighed as he started with her nose, kissing it before moving to each of her ears.

“John,” she said on top of a moan. “You’re a useful man to have around.”

“Am I?” He brought his mouth to her lips and warmed them with a kiss.

58

Taking the Job

“Definitely.”

He raised an eyebrow and pulled back. “And how is that?”

“Shall I count the ways?”

“I’d love to hear them.”

She pinched her brows as if deep in thought. “Let’s see… You have excellent interviewing skills and you handle group situations almost as well as you work one-on-one.”

John grinned and shook his head.

Her eyes turned a smoky gray. “Not to mention your ability to control a heated…situation.”

He took her down to the soft, faux bearskin rug in front of the fireplace so fast she gave a yelp of surprise. He tugged down the zipper of her snowsuit then pulled off her boots, peeled off her snowsuit, her flannels next, then her underwear.

She twisted a lock of her hair with one of her fingers while she stared up at him, naked and beautiful in the firelight. Every time he looked at her like that, she stole his breath. Her red hair was spread out in a wave of fire against the brown bearskin, firelight flickering on her pale, creamy skin. The only thing on her was his gold collar, which to his pleasure she wore all the time. Her freckles sprinkled delicately across her shoulders and her breasts were large, her nipples hard and ripe for tasting. His gaze lingered on the fiery curls between her thighs. Speaking of tasting…

“You’re dripping,” she said with a teasing smile, and he looked down to see that he was still in his snowsuit.

He solved that problem in a hurry. In no time he was naked and between her thighs. Together they’d taken care of being tested, so they no longer needed any kind of barrier between them. Damn, how he loved the silky grip of her pussy around his cock.

John rubbed his erection in his fist as he looked at her and she reached for him. He shook his head, spread her thighs wide and went down on her.

59

Cheyenne McCray

She tasted so sweet. No wine could match the flavor of her juices. She moaned and writhed as he licked her and sucked her clit. He pounded his fingers in and out of her pussy as he relentlessly pushed her toward the edge.

“John, please,” she begged.

He loved it when she begged.

“This is your punishment for that snowball fight.” He looked at her as she squirmed from the loss of contact between his mouth and her pussy. “No coming until I say. Understand?”

She had a pained expression but nodded and he started devouring her again. She sobbed, squirmed and cried, but he didn’t let up until
he
couldn’t take it anymore.

He plunged his cock into her pussy in one hard motion, causing her to cry out. She grasped his ass, digging her nails deep in his flesh as he thrust hard. Her cries became louder and longer and perspiration gleamed on her forehead from fighting against her orgasm so hard.

His own climax built inside him, a hard concentration in his groin that threatened to shoot through his body and out the top of his head.

When there was no stopping his own orgasm, he barely got out the words, “Come, sweetheart,” before he exploded inside her. She cried out at the same time he did and he felt the hard contractions of her pussy around his cock as he throbbed inside her. He thought he was going to pass out from the intensity of his orgasm.

Moments later he was cuddling her by the firelight, never wanting to let her go.

60

Taking the Job

Elsie shook her head as John hobbled into his living room on his crutches. “You look so cute,” she said with a grin. “And to think
I
was the one worried about breaking my leg.”

He gave her an evil look and she sniggered again.

When he was settled on the couch with his broken leg resting on a chair, she curled up beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. He felt so warm and solid and smelled of the outdoors and his comfortable masculine scent that she’d come to love.

He’d broken his leg their last day in Aspen when he’d decided he wanted to ski down one of the more treacherous slopes. That’s what he got for being a he-man.

Elsie sobered a little. She’d been so scared for him when she saw him tumble down the slope. It was like a piece of her had crashed against that mountainside.

They’d had to stay an extra day so that he could get his leg set in a cast that went up to his thigh. They’d changed their plans and had driven back—since he couldn’t fly with a newly broken leg—and had arrived in Tucson just an hour or so ago.

John stroked her hair, which she’d left down just for him despite the fact that it was curly and unruly as hell.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he murmured, his warm breath feathering against her ear and causing her to shiver.

“Oh yeah.” In all the “excitement” she’d forgotten. “Sorry. I didn’t get you anything.”

He turned his face so that they were close enough for him to brush his lips over hers. “There’s one thing you could give me.”

Mischief was in his eyes and he brought her hand down to rub his erection.

61

Cheyenne McCray

“I’ll just bet.”

“It’s in my jeans pocket,” he said, a definite spark to his gaze.

“Uh-huh.” To tease him a little more she slipped her finger into the pocket closest to her and ran her fingers along his cock through the thin material of the inside of the pocket.

“The other side,” he said, sounding like he was clenching his jaw from the torture she was inflicting on him.

To humor him, and to have a little more fun, she reached across him—and immediately felt a bulge that had nothing to do with his erection.

A warm flush stole over her skin and she paused.

“Go on,” he said.

She met his eyes as she dug it out then held the jewelers box that matched the one he’d given her before that had contained the gold choker. Only this one was the size of a ring box.

Her heart pounded. It wasn’t what she thought it was. It couldn’t be. No. Probably a pair of earrings to match the choker was inside the box. “When did you have time to get me anything?”

“I picked it out before we left,” he said quietly. “Open it.”

Elsie swallowed and lifted the lid of the box—to see a beautiful square diamond flanked by emeralds.

Her gaze shot to his, her lips parted, but she had no idea what to say. Her mind spun as if she was in a dream world.

“Your Valentine’s Day gift to me would be to say yes.” John took the box from her hand and drew the diamond from it. He slipped it on her ring finger. “Say you’ll marry me, Elsie.”

“I—wow.” She held her hand to her forehead as she looked at him. “It’s only been six weeks, John.”

62

Taking the Job

“Long enough for me to know you’re the only woman I want in my life.” He held both of her hands in his. “Say yes.”

Warmth spread through her body and even unfroze her mind and her words. Six weeks had seemed like a lifetime with John. A lifetime she wanted to continue to share with him.

“Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.” He stroked the side of her face. “We can have as long an engagement as you want, but I’m not letting you go.”

A smile spread across her face and she threw herself against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

At the same time she almost knocked his broken leg off the chair and he laughed. “I guess that would be a yes?”

She moved her mouth to his and kissed him thoroughly, letting her mouth, her tongue, her lips, tell him everything she wanted him to know.

When she pulled back, she smiled and said it anyway. “Yes.” She laughed and hugged him again. “Most definitely yes!” Then she drew away, paused and gave him a mock-serious look. “Under one condition.”

John cocked an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Elsie couldn’t help a teasing grin. “From now on you have to let someone else do all of your interviews. The only interviewing you’re going to be doing is with
me
.”

“Ditto.” He rubbed the ring on her finger. “I love you, sweetheart.”

She gave a huge sigh of happiness. “I love you too.” She straddled him and started unfastening his belt. “Let me give you your other Valentine’s Day present…”

63

About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Cheyenne McCray has a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after, but always with a twist. Among other accolades, Chey has been presented with the prestigious Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for “Best Erotic Romance of the Year”. Chey is the award-winning novelist of eighteen books and nine novellas.

Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, as she did when she was lost in a good book. Cheyenne enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, and of course writing, writing, writing.

Cheyenne welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

Tell Us What You Think

We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email us at [email protected].

Also by Cheyenne McCray

Blackstar: Future Knight

Castaways

Ellora’s Cavemen: Seasons of Seduction II
anthology

Erotic Invitation

Erotic Stranger

Erotic Weekend

Hearts Are Wild
anthology

Return to Wonderland 1: Lord Kir of Oz –
with Mackenzie McKade
Return to Wonderland 2: Kalina’s Discovery –
with Mackenzie McKade
Seraphine Chronicles 1: Forbidden

Seraphine Chronicles 2: Bewitched

Seraphine Chronicles 3: Spellbound

Seraphine Chronicles 4: Untamed

Stranger in My Stocking

Taboo: Taking Instruction

Taboo: Taking On the Law

Things That Go Bump In the Night 3
anthology

Vampire Dreams –
with Annie Windsor

Wild 1: Wildfire

Wild 2: Wildcat

Wild 3: Wildcard

Wild 4: Wild Borders

Wonderland 1: King of Hearts

Wonderland 2: King of Spades

Wonderland 3: King of Diamonds

Wonderland 4: King of Clubs

Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC

on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.

www.ellorascave.com