Hi friends! It’s the wonderful Janelle Denison/Erika Wilde visiting with us today! I got to meet her in ATL and it was a real treat. 🙂 [In fact, one of my most favorite romances is Wilde Thing!] I also had all sorts of nice things written but then the page crashed. >:| Apparently much like Mallory Archer I only have so much nice in me. XD But anyway, I contacted Janelle about guesting here for her birthday, because you know that’s an ALBTALBS thing –
It’s also (eep!) the fourth Tuesday of the month, so that means exclusive excerpt time!
The Awakening (The Marriage Diaries, Volume 1)
A diary entry from Jillian Noble:
I love my husband. My sexy, alpha, ex-Navy SEAL. He still does it for me, but after nineteen years of marriage, our sex life has become routine. Some might call it vanilla. With our sons grown and out of the house, I’m ready to reinvent our relationship. I want more than ordinary sex. I’m ready to explore the forbidden and erotic, with a little kink and no more holding back.
Now, if I can convince my husband to give in to his own dark desires, all my fantasies will come true.
THE OFFICE VISIT
“Come on, Jill, you can do it. It’s not as though you’ve never seduced your husband before.”
Sitting in her parked car, Jillian Noble exhaled a deep breath and waited for her encouraging pep talk to take effect and ease her nerves. Biting absently on her bottom lip, she stared up at the glass and chrome building where her husband’s security consulting firm, Noble & Associates, resided on the twenty-eighth floor of the San Diego building. It was nearly two in the afternoon, and with Dean’s silver Aston Martin Vantage coupe tucked neatly into his reserved spot, she knew he was in his office.
Now, it was just a matter of her gathering up the courage to saunter into Dean’s domain and show her husband of nearly twenty years that she wanted to shake up their sex life.
At the age of thirty-eight, as well as being an ex-Navy SEAL who regularly trained with the men he hired to work for his security firm, Dean was still a gorgeous, virile man who enjoyed sex just as much as she did. But years of her focusing on raising her two sons along with being a wife and mother, and Dean working crazy long hours to ensure his security company was a success, well, the intimacy between them had become too predictable and routine. Somewhere along the way, they’d lost the intensity, the excitement and spontaneity, and she wanted all that back again . . . and much, much more.
Now that both boys were away — one in college and one enlisted in the Navy — and it was just her and Dean, she was ready to make the two of them a priority and revive their sex life in a major way, and take them both places they’d never dared to go before. Dark, erotic places she instinctively knew her husband had shied away from because he feared there was a part of his abusive father lurking deep inside him, and his biggest fear had always been that he’d go too far and hurt her.
With all her heart and soul, Jill knew her husband would never physically harm her, despite his own doubts. He’d never, ever, laid a hand on either of their two boys, not even when she, herself, wanted to strangle one of them for their idiotic teenage antics. Instead, Dean had taken the quiet and direct approach in disciplining their sons – starting with a strict discussion about right and wrong, and then he’d doled out their punishment, which usually included some kind of hard labor that gave them plenty of time to think about the stupidity of their actions.
Simple, but always effective.
A small smile curved the corner of her mouth. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that Dean could absolutely be over-bearing, possessive, and a bit controlling at times, but in their nineteen years of marriage, he’d never given her a reason not to trust him, in all ways.
Today would be the defining factor in their marriage. In the past, just as thing got interesting in the bedroom, he’d pull back and gentle his touch and soften his words. The romance of making love had its place, but she wanted the raw, primitive man she knew Dean could be. And if it took a bit of coaxing to get him to release that staunch control of his and let go of all those fears holding him back, well, she figured she might as well have fun giving it her best shot.
Exhaling a deep breath, she stepped out of her Chevy Suburban and headed toward the building, her four inch black stilettos clicking on the paved walkway, then the marbled floors inside the lobby. Reaching the elevators, she stepped inside and punched the button for the twenty-eight floor.
On the flight up, she battled the nerves fluttering in her belly, the ones that made her question her sanity for going through with her outrageous plan. But then the double doors whooshed opened and Gail, the firm’s long time secretary, glanced up and greeted her with a genuine smile.
Now that Jill had been seen and recognized, there was no backing out now, so she walked into the plush reception area and stopped at the older woman’s desk.
“Good afternoon, Jill,” the other woman said, as warm and welcoming as always.
Jill smiled and tried to act casual, even though she was feeling anything but calm inside. “Hi, Gail. I’m here to see Dean. Is he available?”
“Absolutely. He’s in his office.” Gail reached for the phone on her desk. “Would you like for me to let him know you’re here?”
“No, I’d rather surprise him,” Jill said, stopping Gail before she could announce her presence and she lost the element of throwing her husband a little off kilter. Gaining the upper hand in any situation didn’t happen often with Dean, and this was one time it would definitely work to her advantage.
“I’m sure he’d like that.” Gail waved a hand toward the back offices, giving Jill the silent go-ahead.
She walked past Gail’s desk, belatedly realizing just how close the secretary was to the other offices. Just behind the reception area was a large conference room, and she recognized the deep male voice talking as Dean’s partner, James “Mac” Mackenzie.
She glanced surreptitiously inside as she passed and saw the back of Mac’s broad shoulders, and three other big, buff, good looking men who worked security detail for the company. They were standing straight in a row with their feet braced apart and hands clasped behind their backs in a stance she recognized as military trained.
Because Mac commanded their attention as he issued instructions for their next security detail, none of the three men acknowledged her, though their intuitive gazes definitely tracked her progress as she strolled by. The men Dean and Mac hired were all ex-military — tough, bad-ass, alpha men like her husband. Silent, always aware, and incredibly intense. Only the absolute best of the best for Noble and Associates.
She continued on her way. To the right was Mac’s currently empty office, and to the left was her husband’s. His door was halfway closed, and she knocked on the wooden surface before slipping inside and making an appearance.
He glanced up from the paperwork he’d been perusing, his dark, sable brows still furrowed in concentration. As soon as he saw her, his gray eyes flickered with surprise, then quickly shifted to concern. Because she knew him so well, she caught the subtle tensing of his body, that vigilant awareness that something was off.
“Hey, baby,” he said, his calm tone belying just how alert he was. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is just fine,” she rushed to reassure him, before his over-protective demeanor took over and derailed her plans. She understood his worry — she didn’t stop by the office often, and never without calling him first. Of course he’d think the worst.
She closed the door and pressed in the lock to assure them privacy, which didn’t escape his notice. Knowing the rest of her plan succeeding now relied on Dean’s response to what she did next, she bolstered her confidence one last time and slowly strolled toward him.
She put an extra sway in her hips, and tugged loose the tie on her wrap around dress. She allowed the fabric to flutter open in front, just enough to tantalize him with a smooth expanse of thigh as she walked. Predictably, his gaze immediately dropped to the flash of skin, and the last of her nerves gave way to anticipation.
“I want to get your opinion on something I bought today,” she said huskily.
He never cared about what she purchased for herself, but then again, she rarely spent frivolously or excessively, even when he encouraged her to spoil herself. They were well off now, his company worth millions, but when they’d first married right out of high school with a baby on the way, saving and budgeting had become a habit for her — one she was just learning to break every once in a while. After today, she hoped to have a reason to continue to splurge.
“I went to Sugar and Spice today to visit Raina, and I found something I thought you might like, but I wanted to be absolutely sure.” One of her good friends, Raina, owned Sugar and Spice, an adult boutique that carried gorgeous lingerie, high end sex toys, and other erotic novelty items.
Dean was well aware of that, too.
He leaned back in his leather chair, regarding her with undisguised interest and a whole lot of heat in his eyes. “You definitely have my attention,” he drawled in that low, sexy timbre that still had the ability to make her shiver like the infatuated girl she’d once been with him. Still was, actually.
She came around the side of his desk and stopped a few feet away, then released the belt on her dress, which opened completely. A shrug of her shoulders, and the material slid down both of her arms and pooled around her black stiletto heels, leaving her clad in nothing more than a push-up bra with just enough lace to cover her hardened nipples, and matching G-string panties — both in red, his favorite color on her.
She heard the breath rush from his lungs as he took in her skimpy, barely there attire. “Jesus, Jill,” he said, his voice sounding shocked and strangled, though his intense, molten gray eyes glowed with appreciation.
Her stomach tumbled with desire. Her figure wasn’t model perfect and she no longer possessed a young, nubile body. She’d given birth to two kids and while she watched her weight and did yoga five times a week, she had full breasts and curves that were soft and supple and womanly. And right now, with him devouring her with his gaze, she felt sexy and incredibly exhilarated.
She skimmed her fingers along the lace edge of her bra, then trailed them down her belly, to the thin band of her panties. “Do you like it?” she asked oh-so-guilessly.
“Hell, yeah, I like it,” he growled deep in his throat. “A lot.”
He’d yet to touch her, and that’s what she wanted most of all. He was watching her as if he wasn’t certain what to expect because this was so out of character for her, so she didn’t hesitate to show him. Stepping between his spread knees, she braced one hand on the armrest so she was leaning over him, grabbed his deep purple tie with her other hand and pulled his mouth closer to hers.
“Good,” she breathed against his lips. “Because I bought it with you in mind.”
She slid her mouth against his, feeling his initial surprise, which thankfully didn’t last long. With a groan that sounded like the sweetest of surrender, he buried his fingers into her hair and did what he did best . . . he took control of the situation.
His mouth claimed hers, firm and insistent, his tongue hot and demanding as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, resisting the urge to crawl onto his lap and let him have his way with her, which he no doubt expected, because she always let him lead and bent to his will.
Not that having Dean in charge was a bad thing, but today was all about switching things up, being adventurous and spontaneous, and showing him she wanted more sexually. That she was open to a whole lot more than sex in the bedroom, and there were fantasies she wouldn’t mind fulfilling with him.
She kissed him back just as passionately, feeling the hunger growing in him, the molten need . . . and then, abruptly, he grasped her hair tighter and pulled her head back, ending the kiss. Breathing hard, he stared into her eyes, looking dazed, a little confused, and excruciatingly aroused by her bold and brazen behavior.
“Jillian . . . what the hell are you doing?”
His voice was soft and dangerous, a subtle warning that he was on edge. Clearly, he was fighting the urge to give in to the lust burning in his gaze because they were in his office, with co-workers just beyond the closed door.
Yeah, she’d definitely thrown him off balance, and she liked having that advantage.
“I’m seducing you,” she said, and gave him an equally alluring smile. “Is it working yet?”
He took the hand she’d braced on the chair and flattened her palm against the hard length of his erection bulging the front of his slacks. “What do you think?”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence, and she gave his thick shaft a firm squeeze. “I didn’t mean to get you so hot and bothered.”
He raised a dark brow, amusement and daring etching his ruggedly handsome features. “Now that you have, what are you going to do about it?”
And guess what? The Awakening is free at all the e-tailers! Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Smashwords, ARe.
So what did you think? Do you like sexy books? Have you read anything by Janelle Denison or Erika Wilde before? Remember to wish the birthday girl a very special, happy, wonderful day! And guess what? She’s generously offering one of YOU a present! Yes that’s right, one lucky commenter gets her (or his!) choice of either a “Keep Calm and Wait for Dean” mug, or ceramic coaster! Fancy!