an unedited excerpt from
FORBIDDEN SURRENDER
from the “Total Surrender” collection
by C. McCray
© Copyright Cheyenne McCray, 2008.

A version of this collection was originally published with a small e-publisher in a collection titled "Erotic Interludes."

Chapter 1

Teri tossed her briefcase on the hotel bed and barely resisted throwing herself on it as well. God, she was tired and uptight. “Your problem, Teri Carter,” she said with a sigh, “is that you really need to get laid.”

Did she ever. It had been ages since she’d had a man, but her advancement in her career as a corporate lawyer had really put the skids on her sex life. She didn’t have time to date, was never in one place long enough to really meet anyone that met her strict criteria—a good bank account so that he wouldn’t live off of her; decent looks; great sex. A real man’s man. Someone who could hold his own, especially with her. So far she hadn’t dated any man who really could.

Ugh. Wimps.

Teri rubbed her temples with her fingertips. Her head and back ached and her shoulders were tense from yet another long flight. She traveled so much it was a wonder she even remembered what city she was in. 

She kicked off her flats and padded over the plush carpet to the expansive window of the executive suite. She drew open the curtain to reveal an incredible view of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz from her San Francisco hotel. She could just imagine being out on the wharf now, breathing in the salty, briny smell of the water, feeling the moist air upon her skin, hearing the screech of gulls and the bark of sea lions.

A tired smile touched her lips. Too bad she was only here for business, not for pleasure. Her intense schedule didn’t give her any room for relaxation.

Teri let the curtain drop and turned away from the view. She unbuttoned her silk blouse and the material slide down in a cool and sensual whisper against her skin. She was so tired she didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead, she left a trail of clothing from the bedroom into the bathroom as she stripped from her bra, her slacks and her panties.

When she was naked, she paused at the mirror and studied her reflection. Her features were tight and drawn, her makeup barely concealing the shadows under her eyes.

She reached up, took the clip from her hair which tumbled to her shoulders in a long, brunette mass. After tossing her clip to the marble countertop she ran her fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. The movement caused her breasts to rise and her gaze dropped to her nipples that were the color of pink carnations.

Slowly, she moved her hands from her hair and lowered them to her breasts. Her breathing quickened as she pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The erotic feeling made her nubs tighten and she grew damp between her thighs.

Teri watched herself in the mirror, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as a fantasy weaved its way through her mind. She imagined a stranger pressed up against her ass, his erection firm against her backside. His hands pinched and pulled at her nipples, his touch made her wet, craving his cock.

She slid one hand slowly from her breast, down her flat belly to the trimmed curls between her thighs. She cupped herself as the stranger would, before slipping a finger into her moist folds.

While she rubbed her clit, she never took her gaze off her reflection. She saw the flush steal over her skin as she drew herself closer to climax. Watched the way her hand moved against her mound and how her other hand continued to roll and pinch her nipple.

She imagined the stranger’s warm mouth between her legs now, the feel of his tongue against her folds, his head between her thighs. The image was so powerful that her finger circled her clit faster and faster.

Teri came with a jerk of her hips against her hand and a rush of heat through her body. She continued fingering her clit as waves of pleasure washed over her. She had to move her other hand from her breast to the countertop to brace herself. Still she watched while her body trembled as her orgasm continued on, and she bit her lower lip as she met her green eyes in the mirror.

When the last pulse of her climax eased away she slipped her fingers from her folds, brought them to her nose and inhaled. Sex. The smell of sex was so good. Even better when mixed with the musky scent of a man.

Teri placed both hands on the countertop and this time closed her eyes. What would it really be like to lose all inhibitions and have sex with a stranger? She wouldn’t even have to know his name. He’d just have to fuck her good and hard and leave her satisfied.

She sighed, opened her eyes and pushed away from the mirror.

Did she dare make her fantasy a reality?

After taking a shower, putting on fresh makeup, fixing her hair and taking care of a few necessities, Teri headed to the hotel’s bar instead of dialing up room service as usual. She could use a good drink more than a good meal. Rather than dressing casually, though, she had slipped into a little black backless cocktail dress with a halter-top and a skirt that reached mid-thigh. She always traveled with two evening dresses in case she had dinner appointments with clients or if she had business functions to attend. One cocktail dress in her luggage was fairly modest, but this one was a little more daring.

In a tiny black purse, Teri had her room key card, credit card, lipstick, cash and a small package of condoms she’d purchased in the hotel gift shop. A girl had to be prepared.

Her skin heated at the thought of her plan for the night. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She intended to have a drink or two in the hotel lounge, then find out where one of the local hotspots was. She had every intention of making her fantasy come true.

Sex. With a stranger. Tonight.

When she reached the lounge, her gaze scanned the crowd. Businessmen in suits and ties, other men in casual slacks and polo shirts, none of them remotely interesting. Teri didn’t even bother looking at the women in the room.

She found herself a small table in a dim corner of the lounge and signaled for the waitress. As she settled back in one of the cushioned chairs, she tried to relax. Her skin tingled all over from the warm shower she’d taken and she could smell the light scent of her plumeria perfume. She barely had anything on beneath her tiny black dress—just a skimpy lace bra and a thong—and with every movement she made, the silky material of her dress slid across her skin and made her thong damper.

She’d finished two cosmopolitans to shore up her courage before heading to a nightclub . . . when she saw him.

A man straight out of her fantasies.

He walked into the bar with confidence—perhaps even arrogance—in his expression and in his stride. Immediately she had no doubt he was a man who knew what he wanted . . . and got it.

The man had blond hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed all in black from his T-shirt to his jeans. God, she loved men in black, and she loved the way his jeans molded his ass. It struck her as extremely sexy that he wasn’t wearing slacks like the rest of the men in the bar. He looked rougher. Edgier.

He was handsome in a powerful sort of way that made her mouth dry. Those firm lips. That sexy mouth. She could just imagine . . . jeez. What couldn’tshe imagine with this man?

Her fantasy reached the bar and casually leaned against it. After he got the bartender’s attention and placed his order, he turned slightly and his gaze raked the room. Her heart pounded a little harder as she focused on him, waiting for him to look at her. She didn’t intend to play coy. She wanted this man.

The moment their eyes met, she felt a jolt from her nipples to her sex. She couldn’t have looked away from him even if she wanted to.

 

Josh Williams studied the brunette. She had large, beautiful green eyes and full lips, and her black dress was revealed just enough to entice. Her fingers slowly slid up and down the stem of her martini glass as she focused on him, and he could easily imagine that small hand stroking his cock.

As a Dom, Josh had more than enough experience in self-control, but at that moment his cock chose to ignore him and to harden painfully against his tight jeans.

This woman was going to have to pay for arousing him with a mere look, a mere movement. In that moment’s perusal he had no doubt she wanted him, and she’d desire all that he could teach her, do to her, and more.

He had just ended his Dom/sub relationship with twins Lauren and Sara. He needed something more than a playful relationship. Something that he couldn’t quite define. He’d decided to remove his collars from both women. They’d begged, pleaded that he remain their Dom, but his gut told him it was time to move on.

With practiced ease, Josh kept all emotion from his expression as he studied the green-eyed brunette. The bartender set the beer bottle on the counter beside Josh, and he turned away from the woman just long enough to pay. He held the cool bottle in his hand and without hesitation strode through the maze of tables filled with bar patrons, and headed straight for the woman.

Her eyes never left his, but her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip in a nervous movement. Yet her chin was raised and she had an almost haughty look on her face.  He would break her of that—and she would love just exactly how he was going to do it. His experienced gaze saw her quickened breathing, the flush in her cheeks, the taut nipples against the silk of her dress. She hadn’t even met him, and she was primed and ready.

When he reached her table, he didn’t bother to ask if the chair next to her was free. He slid into it, close enough that his jean-clad thigh brushed the wispy softness of her dress. He set the beer on the table and studied her. She was gorgeous, and he could just imagine how all that soft pale skin would look with his brand upon it. He caught her womanly scent followed by her perfume that reminded him of plumeria flowers in Hawaii. He couldn’t wait to taste her.

A blush tinged her cheeks, and he knew in that moment that this was something she had never done before. “I’m Teri,” she said in a soft voice that caused his balls to tighten.

Yes, she was going to pay for the reaction his body was having to her, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

 

Teri held her breath as she waited for the man to respond. This was crazy. What was she doing?

“Josh,” he finally said. His voice was deep and sexy enough to make her toes curl. “Tell me about yourself, Teri.”

A small shiver raced down her spine at the sound of her name coming from him and the intense look in his gray eyes. His words weren’t casual. No, they were commanding. A demand, not a request.

If she were at work, she’d use her tongue like a whip and bring the man to his knees with her frosty attitude. But she wasn’t working right now . . .

Instead of putting her off with his domineering attitude, Teri wanted to squirm in her chair from the ache his request caused between her thighs. His musky male scent and the clean smell of aftershave made her want to wrap herself around him.

“Tell me, Teri,” he commanded again, this time with an almost disapproving look in his eyes.

She didn’t know what compelled her most, but perhaps it was the incredible desire burning inside her at just being near this stranger. “I’m a corporate lawyer,” she said with a tilt of her head, challenging him. “I don’t take orders well.”

A slow smile curved one corner of his mouth. He reached up and gently stroked her bare upper arm. Goose bumps prickled her skin. “I can teach you how to take orders and love every minute of it, Teri.”

She tilted her head to one side and did her best to sound casual. “How?”

“First tell me about you.” He leaned closer to her, one forearm braced on the table. “What makes you tick, Teri?”

She raised her chin a little higher. “I’m a Harvard graduate, VP in charge of corporate negotiations—”

“You, Teri,” he said more firmly, his gray eyes snapping with something electric. The way he kept repeating her name unnerved her. Like he was interrogating her, expecting her to cave and spill her guts. The bug under the microscope trick. She almost laughed. She knew that ploy well. Yet she didn’t find it offensive. In fact, she found it stimulating.

All right, if this was how the game was going to be played. “I live in Los Angeles by myself. I don’t even have a cat because I travel so much.”

He slid his fingers along her forearm. “That’s not who you really are, Teri.”

What did he want? Her panty size? “My favorite color is yellow,” she tossed out. “I like to jog, to go sailing and to spend time with my sister’s kids when I can. Which isn’t often since they live in Minneapolis.”

At this he gave her a more approving look and his gray eyes focused on her mouth. “What is your deepest, darkest desire, Teri? What is it you want more than anything right now? Right this minute.”

She went stock still. Heat crept up her neck. She couldn’t speak.

He leaned close enough that she could have kissed him. When he spoke next she felt the warmth of his breath against her lips and caught the pleasant, yeasty scent of beer. “What do you want right now, Teri?” he repeated.

“I—” Her throat was so dry she could hardly get anything out. When she did, she couldn’t believe the words came out of her mouth, but it was as if he was magically drawing them from her. “I want to be fucked by a stranger.” A wash of heat flushed over her. She was a tough lawyer, but this—this was different.

Josh gave a nod of approval at her honesty, but his expression was still unreadable. “Just any stranger, Teri?”

Her whole body was on fire with embarrassment, arousal, and yet confidence, too. “I want to be fucked by you.”