Excerpt of Vanilla Twist by C.J. Ellisson

“Heather?” A warm hand slides over my hip. Soft, moist lips press against one shoulder. “It’s Monday. You’ve got work today.”

I resist the urge to snuggle under the covers and spend the rest of the day like the weekend—naked and sweaty. Tony’s hips move behind mine, his arousal stroking between the cheeks of my ass. His enthusiasm isn’t making me want to get out of bed, either. “What time is it?” I struggle to rise to examine the clock. Tony holds me firmly in place. “A little before six. You’ve got plenty of time.” His fingers dig into my hip, guiding them in a slow motion while he thrusts softly against me. “I don’t need to be in Jersey until later.” He relaxes his grasp, perhaps drawing out his own anticipation. “Excited about starting your new job?” Unsurprisingly, my new job is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. “Job?” My voice sounds rough with sleep. “You really want to talk about work?”