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This is the Synopsis for Unexpectedly Yours:
Elle
Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle
of friends, they're the only two single people left. It makes sense that he
might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit,
right? Elle can't help but want more, though.
Jim
may be going insane. He's been chasing Elle for months. He's flirted with her,
asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to get her attention
short of skywriting his feelings. When Elle finally agrees to go out with him,
things quickly heat up between them.
What
starts out as a single spark of attraction between them quickly burns out of
control. As they settle into the beginnings of a relationship, one moment will
change their lives forever. Is their relationship strong enough to survive when
reality sets in?
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GENERAL EXCERPT
The next hour
flew by as she worked on the clam chowder. Setting down the spoon, she moved
back to the tomato soup. Judging it cool enough to put into the refrigerator,
she grabbed the handles of the stock pot and started to pour it into a storage
container.
Jim breezed
through the door as she was finishing. Like always, she totally lost her
concentration when he walked into the room. Soup sloshed over the side of the
container. She cursed roundly, as the soup scalded her hand.
Turning to the
sink, she turned the water on and rinsed the soup off of her hand. Jim hurried
over and said, “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m just a klutz. It’s not your fault.”
Jim looked at
her and said, “That looks really red.”
Elle waved her
hand and said, “Not too bad. The soup wasn’t that hot.”
He reached out
and put his hand on her wrist, gently steering her hand back to the sink.
Turning the water on cool, he moved it back under the stream. They stood there
for a few moments, his hand circling her wrist as she let the water run over
it.
Reaching out
with her other hand she turned the water off and said, “It’s fine now. I
promise.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, concerned.
Rolling her
eyes now, she said, “Yes. I’m sure. I’m totally fine. I burn myself quite
frequently. It’s part of the job.”
He eyed the
red blotch on her hand and frowned again, unconvinced.
“Would it make you feel better if I put something cold on it?” she
asked.
“If it’s not a lot less red after we eat, then yes,” he said.
“We?” she asked.
“Yeah, we. I’ve tried to get you to go out with me a couple of
times now. I figure this is the only way you’ll let me buy you dinner,” he said
with a grin.
She smiled
now. He was such a flirt.
“You know. If you keep asking, one of these days I’m going to think
you’re serious, Jim,” she said, moving toward the food he’d set on the counter.
Then she asked, “Which one of these is mine?” as she rifled through the brown
paper bag.
When she
looked up, he was staring at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He
finally asked, “What makes you think I’m not serious? I’ve been flirting with
you for months.”
Elle blinked,
confused for a minute, and said, “Honestly, I thought it was a proximity thing.
When everyone gets together, we’re the only two single people. I didn’t realize
you were serious.”
“I see that,” he said. “Proximity? You don’t give yourself a lot of
credit, Elle.”
Reaching for
one of the containers, he opened it then passed it over to her.
Picking up her
fork, she shrugged at him and said, “I’m just a realist.”
He gave an
almost imperceptible shake of his head, then said, “Elle,” and sighed.
They moved
into the office and sat on the couch. Digging into their food, they were both
silent for a few minutes.
Finally, Jim
asked, “What did you mean, you’re a realist?”
Elle snorted
and said, “Come on. You know you’re ridiculously hot. I just didn’t think you’d
be interested.”
Jim grinned
and said, “Thanks, but why wouldn’t I be interested in you?”
“You could be dating willowy models. I’m not saying I’m ugly, but
I’m pretty average. Not willowy in the slightest,” Elle said, shrugging.
“The willowy model types you think I should be dating don’t have
much substance in my experience. They’re usually looking for a leg up in the
entertainment industry or they’re after my money. I prefer my women…real.
You’re very much my type,” he said, looking her directly in the eye now.
Flushing, Elle
smiled and said, “Good to know.”
They ate in
silence for a few minutes as Elle thought over everything he said. Popping open
the can of Diet Coke he’d brought with him, she took a swig and said, “This has
certainly been an enlightening meal but I have to get back to work now.”
“So you’re going to put me out of my misery and let me take you on
an actual date, right?” he asked.
Nodding
slowly, she said, “That would be nice.”
He asked,
“What are you doing Friday?”
Elle winced
and said, “I’m working late. Evening event.”
“Saturday?”
Considering,
she said, “I should be free after 5:00 p.m. What did you have in mind?”
“Let me think about that,” he said, pulling out his cell phone.
“What’s your number? I’ll call you once I figure it out.”
Elle rattled
off her cell phone number. He dialed. A moment later, her phone rang in her
apron pocket.
“Now you’ve got mine,” he said. “Lemme see your hand.”
He reached out
and took her wrist, inspecting the part of her hand that she’d burnt. Sighing,
he said, “It looks better. Sorry about that.”
“Again,” she said, “totally not your fault. It will be perfectly
fine tomorrow. What do I owe you for dinner?”
He shook his
head and said, “I’ve got dinner. It was well worth the cost of your lemon chicken
to finally clear the air between us.”
“Thank you for dinner then,” she said, smiling.
“Don’t work too late, Elle. Be careful please,” he said, gesturing
to her hand.
Elle grinned
and said, “Only an hour or so left. I’ll be careful.”
“Night,” he said as he walked toward the kitchen door.
She gave him a
little wave and said, “Night.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Standing up
now, he moved toward her. He’d been watching her mess with the hem of her dress
since she’d arrived. He’d been getting small, tantalizing glimpses of her
smooth thighs for the better part of an hour now. She was driving him crazy and
seemed to have no idea.
She got off
the couch now, smiling, and said, “I had almost given up on dinner.”
He pulled her
into his arms and asked, “Would you mind putting off dinner a few minutes? I’ve
got something I need to take care of.”
Looking at him
curiously now, she said, “Oh?”
He nodded and
the leaned down to take her mouth with his. Nibbling her bottom lip gently, he
mumbled, “Super important.”
When she sighed
against his lips, he deepened the kiss. As tongue swept into her mouth to
tangle with hers, he stroked his hand down her back to press her even closer to
him. His hands moved down to settle on the curves of her ass. He immediately
heard a low moan in the back of her throat and felt himself harden.
Breaking his
mouth away from hers, he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, pressing
soft, biting kisses against her neck. When he gently sucked on the patch of
flesh where her neck and shoulder met, he felt her shudder slightly against
him. She pressed closer and rolled her hips against him.
Groaning, he
pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and said, “Every time you messed with
the hem of your dress, it gave me this overwhelming desire to bury my face
between your thighs. Would you mind?”
He felt her
sharp intake of breath, then a moment later she laughed and said, “Literally
anytime you want to, I can make myself available for that.”
With a groan,
he captured her mouth with his again. The kiss grew wild, quickly. Her hands
slid around his waist and up his back. She pulled him until he was flush
against her. The only thing that separated them was clothing and he had every
intention of correcting that particular issue very soon.
He moved them
slowly back toward his desk and sat her on the edge, pushing the skirt of her
dress up. Standing between her thighs now, he pulled back from the kiss.
Pressing his lips to her throat again, he began swirling his tongue against her
skin.
He cupped one
breast in his palm and felt her nipple pebble under his touch as he moved his
fingers against it. He continued to massage her breast gently with his palm
until he heard her breathing increase slightly. He moved his hand lower to the
damp heat between her thighs and discovered that the filmy lace was soaked.
On a groan, he
sank to his knees. Helping her shift, he pulled the panties down her legs and
slid them over the heels she wore. He stared at her now and felt another wave
of lust hit him. He could see the evidence of her arousal against the now bare
lips of her pussy.
He used his
thumb and forefinger to spread her open and leaned forward. Running his tongue
in a circular motion around her swollen clitoris, he heard her sharp intake of
breath. When he slid two fingers into her tight channel, she gave a moan.
Pumping them
into her with a steady rhythm, he shifted his mouth slightly, making direct
contact with her clit for the first time. He felt her flutter around his
fingers as she cried out. Working his fingers against her, he rubbed the flat
of his tongue in time with the press of his hand.
She was
whimpering with each stroke of his tongue and he could feel her tightening and
fluttering around his fingers.
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