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  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.

  Acknowledgments

  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. Whethe
r 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.

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  About the Author

  C.J. Ellisson 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 erotic romance, urban fantasy, and erotica, 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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  Additional Titles by C.J. Ellisson

  Walk on the Wild Side series, Contemporary Erotic Romance

  Vanilla on Top

  Avoiding Mr. Right

  Vanilla Twist (available February 10, 2014)

  The V V Inn series, Steamy Urban Fantasy

  Vampire Vacation, Book 1

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  Big Game, Book 3

  Death Times Two, Book 3.5

  Death's Servant, first prequel story (free read)

  Rockstar Romance series, Erotica

  Johnny Living Dangerously

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  One Night in Vegas

  Hildie McQueen

  The morning after Amy Leigh Paisley, is left behind in Las Vegas, she wakes up with not only a huge hangover, but married to Trent Mulherin, who happens to be Charleston’s most eligible bachelor. Who can blame a girl when she decides to keep her hot husband?

  Published by:

  Pink Door Publishing,

  Augusta,

  GA.

  Copyright © 2013 Hildie McQueen

  Edited by Kathy Riehl/Tina Winograd

  Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.

  ISBN: 978-1-939356-16-1

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book..

  Publisher’s note:

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it to your retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my darling Moonlighters, the members of my Street Team who are always there with kind words of encouragement and who support me though this journey. Thank you so much!

  Chapter One

  The pale, balding airline representative, a man with a lazy eye, looked past her and spoke. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We can’t get you a flight until tomorrow afternoon.” Amy Leigh Paisley looked over her shoulder, not sure to whom he spoke. “Since you missed your flight, through no fault of the airlines, I might add, we are unable to give you a seat on the next plane. It’s full.”

  “Oh, you’re talking to me?”

  The man nodded and handed her a print out. “The best I can do is tomorrow at 2:55 in the afternoon, Flight 865. Make sure you get here early. And, ma’am, remain at the gate so you don’t miss the flight.” He leaned to the microphone and proceeded to announce boarding for a flight to Albuquerque.

  “Right. Thanks.” People squeezed in behind her hoping to get the man’s attention, so she moved out of the way.

  A few minutes later Amy Leigh stumbled out the airport into the hot Las Vegas day. Somehow she’d managed to miss a flight while accompanied by three girlfriends. One of the girls called her when the airplane was taxiing down the runway. Admittedly, she’d been a little hung-over and had fallen asleep in a chair. They claimed to have shaken her awake and assumed she followed them onto the plane. Never thought to look back to ensure she was actually there. Who does that?

  The sun beat down on the street and heat created wavy patters when rising from the pavement. What was she going to do for an entire day and night in Vegas? A cab driver gave her a quizzical look when she stood beside the taxi without moving. Obviously figuring her to be either overly tired or on drugs, the guy grabbed her bag and opened the door to allow her to slide in. “Where to, miss?”

  “The Venetian,” Amy Leigh told him on a whim and leaned her head back on the headrest. She’d never been to Las Vegas before this trip, much less to the fancy hotel she’d strolled by and drooled over earlier in the week. What the hell, she had a whole day and night left in Vegas. She may as well splurge.

  Amy Leigh leaned forward. “Excuse me, where is the closest shopping to the hotel?” The cabbie shrugged. “There’s a mall inside the hotel. It’s called The Grand Canal Shoppes.”

  Perfect. A wide smile curved her lips. A plan formed. Her thirtieth birthday had been a blast with her friends, but it would have nothing on what she planned now. Today she was going have more than just fun. It was time for excitement. When she got back to Sweetgum, Georgia, the trio of deserting friends would hate they didn’t miss the plane with her.

  “The Venetian, miss,” the cab driver announced a few minutes later. He retrieved her bag from the trunk and rolled it to the sidewalk.

  After paying, Amy Leigh walked into the immense building.

  I hope they have a room available, she thought to herself.

  Six hours later, she stood in front of her hotel room’s gilded framed mirror. Her coffee brown hair was long and straight. It fell like a silky curtain to the middle of her back. Her waves were gone. Flat-ironed away by a stunning girl, who used to be a guy, in the hotel beauty shop. She told Amy Leigh, in excruciating detail, the entire ordeal of his sex change. He, now a she, was a genius with hair and deserved the big tip she left. Amy Leigh swung her head back and forth and watched it sway.

  To get a better vantage point of her newly purchased outfit, she turned sideways and studied the garnet red dress that hugged her curves emphasizing her small waist and pert backside. The short pleats on the hem of the skirt added enough of a flounce to attract the eye to her runner-shaped legs. She strolled t
o a side table and poured a glass of Cabernet and then went back to the mirror. Her gaze fell on the new leopard print platform pumps. They would definitely get attention.

  Amy Leigh Paisley, simple party planner from Sweetgum, Georgia, was gone. Before her stood a new creation. The woman in the mirror looked more of a cross between a corporate executive and high priced hooker. Perfect.

  “Hello, I am Leigh Mason.” She practiced using her middle name and mother’s maiden name. “I am an event planner from Atlanta.”

  Amy Leigh leaned forward and inspected her make up. Yes, the beautician had definitely earned his or her money. Her dark brown eyes popped from her heart shaped face and new long lashes fanned flirtingly.

  After a nod at her reflection she picked up a shiny black patent leather wristlet to complete her ensemble. She had to admit, the outfit and makeover were the best four hundred dollars she’d ever spent. After over a year of no sex and no man, she was going to get lucky. Actually with her luck, she’d flirt and chicken out at the last minute.

  The elevators were a few steps away from her room. Her heels sank into the plush carpeting of the hallway as she made her way inside. She pressed the button that would take her to the floor where the Bellini bar was. The hotel pamphlet claimed the Bellini bar was a relaxed, jazzy adult hangout.

  Bright lights, music, and sounds of conversations greeted her when she exited the elevator. Two men stopped in their tracks to stare at her. Their eyes traveled from her face to her shoes before they caught themselves and continued on their way. Amy Leigh fought to hold back a giggle of triumph.

  “This is going to be an amazing night,” Amy Leigh murmured to herself and smiled toward the retreating men. No doubt about it, the fun was just beginning. She ignored the nervous tingle in her belly and continued onward.

  Soft jazz music wafted from the doorway. She peered into the dimly lit interior. The subdued atmosphere with circular bar in the middle was not overly large. Groups of people sat around tables enjoying cocktails and conversing. The brochure was right; it was the perfect place to start since she didn’t feel ready to hit a loud nightclub. Not yet.