Sinful Seduction

Sinful Seduction

Tara
Nina

When Cammie opened a lingerie boutique, she’d
never
considered modeling the wares for a customer, let alone getting down and dirty
right in the shop. But with a client as sinfully seductive as Scott, she’s only
too willing to don a sexy bustier or two. On with the show!

A
Romantica®
contemporary erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave.

Sinful Seduction

Tara Nina

Chapter One

Their eyes met the moment he crossed the threshold. Gaze
drawn to him like a bee to pollen, Cammie couldn’t help but stare as he
casually strolled along the aisle. Tall and lean, dressed in a suit and
impeccably well groomed, he looked as if he could have walked off the cover of
a business magazine. Those dark eyes seemed filled with a mixture of humor,
wisdom and raw animal magnetism.

What sexual lessons could he teach me if I let him?

Cammie gave herself a mental shake. Though he’d never
introduced himself as anything other than “Scott”, she recognized him from a
newspaper article. A highly discussed business tycoon, Rexton Scott Langston
the Fourth was out of her league, yet here she was fantasizing about him.
Again.

Since the first time he came into her store, he’d held the
starring role in her dreams. And god, what hot, sexy dreams those were. Cammie
shifted her stance, trying to staunch the sudden dampness in her pussy. But it
didn’t help. Just one look from those soulful eyes and she got wet.

For more than a month he’d been visiting her lingerie shop,
Sinful Treasures
,
every Friday exactly half an hour before closing. He
always took his time, as if choosing the perfect lingerie were the most
important task of his day.
His wife or girlfriend is one lucky woman.
She sighed audibly.

He never failed to make a purchase and by now she knew his
more intimate preferences. Silk stockings and lace garters seemed to be
priority purchases. His lady would own a pair of garters in every color if he
kept up this habit.

It didn’t hurt that they were Cammie’s favorites as well. At
that moment, she wore thigh-high stockings held in place by a supple, soft
leather garter. She liked the way the silk caressed her legs in a tender hug
with every move, while the leather molded to her waist in a loving embrace.

She smiled inwardly. Lingerie was her life. It gave her
great joy wearing such delicate items on a daily basis. All women should know
the pleasure of a perfect piece of intimate apparel. But so many didn’t. They
chose practical undergarments and saved the more alluring styles for special
occasions.

In her opinion,
every
day should be a day for women
to bless their bodies with the gift of something naughty beneath their
clothing. It gave a sense of empowerment and nourished a woman’s need to feel
pretty.

Scott perused the garments without a hint of the discomfort
most men suffered when they shopped for intimate apparel. No, he moved with a
confident air that exuded sexual prowess. Slow and calculated, he examined
different items, lifting, caressing, as if searching for a certain texture. He
lingered at the new rack of leather bustiers, and she swore it looked as if he
were deeply breathing in the exotic scent.

“Umm,” she sighed. She loved the smell of leather as well
and understood the aroused expression that darkened his features.

Finally, a man as passionate as she was about lingerie.
Unfortunately he belonged to another. Why else would he frequent her store?

Cammie’s eyebrow arched at the next thought that entered her
head.
Maybe he buys these things for himself.

The image of Scott as a cross-dresser brought a smile to her
lips. Perhaps that was why he always paid in cash, to keep his lust for women’s
wear secret.

Nah.
She shook off the idea. He didn’t seem the type.
She sensed he was quite the opposite. She envisioned him as a man who liked his
woman dressed provocatively in bed so he could undress her slowly, piece by
piece. God, she wished she were that woman.

The air stilled in her lungs when she realized he stood
directly across the counter. Damn, she’d taken her eyes off him for a moment,
letting her mind wander. She should have known it wouldn’t take him long to
cross the small specialty boutique. She swallowed, steadied her nerves and
lifted her gaze to meet his. The smoldering heat simmering in those eyes had
her wishing she were naked.

“May I be of assistance this evening, Scott?” she managed to
ask in a casual tone. From their conversations during the past weeks, she’d
discovered she loved the subtle verbal stimulation going on between them. His
well-spoken innuendos teased her senseless and made her horny without him
actually having laid a hand on her or saying anything untoward. He had her so
keyed-up, the briefest thought of him made her think of sex to the point that
every Friday, she eagerly anticipated his arrival.

“Cammie, I think you may be of assistance in more ways than
you’re aware.”

His voice weakened her knees. She did love a man with a deep
voice. For her, it was a key factor to any attraction. And the way her name
rolled from his lips thrilled her to the core.

Before she could speak, he continued. “Tonight is special.
I’m in need of something…” he paused and intentionally breathed deeply, as if
trying to inhale every ounce of her perfume in one whiff, then added on an exhale,
“exciting. I see you have a superb new line of leather. I’m torn between two
possible selections. Is there a chance you would try them on for me? In a
fashion show of sorts?”

Moisture formed in her pussy at Scott’s request. She knew
she should be offended and ask him to leave. Especially since they were the
only two left in the store. But she couldn’t.

“And how would that help you decide?” she asked without
lowering her eyes from his intense gaze. “Is the lady in your life close to my
size?”

Scott reached for her folded hands on the counter and lifted
one before guiding her from behind her safe haven. With the counter between
them, she at least had a slim barrier of protection. Standing in front of him
with her hand in his gave a jolt to her nerves and caused a rush of
vulnerability to threaten her self-esteem. Scott’s slow, all-encompassing
visual caress—from her face to her feet then back to her eyes—heightened her
libido.

“She’s
exactly
your size.”

The warmth of his hand kept her mesmerized as he led her to
the rack of leather designs. He released her hand, but she couldn’t pull her
gaze from his. The way the backs of his knuckles brushed the leather bustiers
as if they were the most delicate things he’d ever seen knotted her gut in
anticipation of another touch—
if
he’d touch her again. She hoped he
would if she modeled for him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed pedestrians
walking past the front display window and realized it was after closing time
and the door wasn’t locked. She made a split-second decision—and hoped she
wasn’t wrong.

“Excuse me,” she said and stepped around her favorite
customer. She took deliberate steps toward the door and pressed a button on the
wall that lowered the metal shutter over the massive window, closing off the outside
world. She could do this. She could give him a private lingerie show, and if it
led to something else…

Chills skittered down her spine and ricocheted through her
pussy. With her hand on the lock, Cammie took a deep breath, readied her
resolve and tried desperately to cool her excitement by convincing herself this
was simply a private showing for a reputable customer.

Something she’d never done for anyone.

After locking the door, she turned. Pure lust slammed into
her at the sight before her. Scott stood with two black leather bustiers in
hand. One she knew was soft as silk and just as comfortable against the flesh.
She’d tried it on the moment she’d removed it from the packing box. The other
leaned more toward what she called “dominatrix style”, with silver studs
sitting low across the hips and outlining the top of the outfit. A zipper ran
up the front, making for an easy entrance and exit. She thought the thin silver
chain shoulder straps and matching leather-and-chain g-string would be slightly
uncomfortable, though she had no experience with that one.

As she walked over to him, she cocked an eyebrow and
couldn’t help but ask, “So the lady in your life has a wide variety of tastes
in lingerie preferences?”

The smile that crossed his lips hinted at a devilish
playfulness and his words reinforced it. “I’m thinking she’d look good in
either, dependent on the mood.” Scott raised the one she liked best in his left
hand. “This fits a night of wine, romance and passion.” Then he lifted the one
in his right and she noted the heated gleam in his eye. His voice dropped an
octave. “This one represents sexual control, dominance and intense pleasure of
a different nature entirely.”

Cammie’s heartbeat increased and she found she couldn’t pull
her gaze away from the mesmerizing silver studs. Unable to stop, she ran her
fingers across the pointed tips, only to realize he watched her intensely. She
jerked her hand away.

He handed her both bustiers. Without a word, she turned and
walked toward the dressing rooms located in the rear of the store. The moment
she closed the door, the bravado she’d pretended to have slipped and she almost
backed out of this once-in-a-lifetime modeling gig for the wickedly handsome
Rexton Scott Langston the Fourth.

Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t believe she’d even
agreed to it. In her opinion, her hips were a bit too well rounded. Though she
didn’t carry a spare tire—or “muffin top” as the younger crowd called it—her
middle could use a daily visit to the gym. It didn’t sag but it wasn’t firm
either. “Soft and pliant”, if she had to choose a description of her tummy
area. But her boobs…now
that
was an area where she was most abundant.

She shook her head and took a deep breath. She could do this
even though her body wasn’t stick-model thin.

And he did say the lady in his life was
exactly
her
size. Maybe he liked his women full-figured and breast-gifted, as she liked to
call herself. She snorted at the idea. Even if she
was
Cammie’s size,
she was probably more toned. Shaking her head, she chose her favorite of the
two outfits to try on first. Undressing, she hung her blouse and skirt on a
hook on the wall. It took a second to spring her breasts free of the
leather-and-lace bra that matched her thong and garter.

It must have been karma that made her choose to wear this
set today. It matched the bustier as if they were meant to be together, so she
didn’t change into the thong that came with it. She took special care
connecting the hooks in the front of the lingerie. She knew it fit because it was
the exact one she’d tried on several days earlier. Arianna, the college student
who worked for her part-time, had helped adjust the leather ties up the back to
make it conform to Cammie’s figure in a snug hug, and they’d left it that way
when they’d returned it to the rack.

Owning the store provided the guilty pleasure of trying
things on even if a particular item lingered on the outskirts of her budget.
With the store less than a year old, she knew she had to manage her money
tightly until she turned a profit. It would take some time to build her
clientele. But once the store was in the black, she’d splurge a bit on items
just like this one.

Hooking the last stay, she admired herself in the
full-length mirror. Damn, it made her look ready for exactly what he’d
said…wine, romance and passion.

In her mind, she saw an image of the two of them,
wineglasses in hand, soft music and candlelight, Cammie dressed like this. In
the next frame, all she saw was the bustier on the floor by a bed covered in
plush white blankets. Two bodies wrapped in an embrace sharing a passionate
kiss while connected, fucking in a slow, steady rhythm.

She shivered from head to toe and was grateful the leather
prevented her nipples from visibly protruding. Unable to confront the heat of need
shining in her gaze, she closed her green eyes, shutting out her reflection in
a desperate attempt to control her libido.

How had he managed to place such a fantastic image in her
head? With choice words, a deep baritone and a melt-your-clothes-off gaze,
that’s how. Cammie opened her eyes and smoothed her palms down the front of the
bustier. The leather covered her like a second skin, giving her body the
illusion of being more slender. The phenomenal scent enticed her senses and did
nothing to calm her rampant sexual thoughts. God, she loved this material. Its
softness soothed her in a perpetual caress as it gave her strength and
empowerment. With this on, she was invincible.

Slowly she exited the dressing room.

The hungry look in Scott’s eyes was something she hadn’t
quite expected.

He
wanted
her! That was, if she read him right.

Cammie kept her shoulders lifted, back straight—thanks to
the bones in the bustier—and walked as steadily as her shaking legs allowed in
her red stilettos.

When she stood within a couple feet of him, he stopped her
with a word. “Turn.”

It seemed natural to follow his command, without thought to
the fact her rear was exposed in her thong. With a fluid motion, she did a
graceful, slow one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Pride filled her that she
didn’t trip over her own feet.

The subtle brush of his fingers along her spine gave her
pure joy. Scott touched her. Though ever so lightly,
he touched her
. She
came full circle and stood face-to-face with him. She refused to show an ounce of
the nervousness she felt and kept her chin tilted slightly and her gaze leveled
on his.

He leaned in closer. His hand landed on the curve of her
waist, but she didn’t jerk from the unexpected contact. She shifted her stance
and leaned into it subtly. Cammie swallowed in an effort to wet her mouth
before she asked, “You like? Is this to your taste?”

Scott’s voice had an edgy gruffness as he replied, “It’s
perfect. Does it come as a set with that thong?”

It gave her a tiny victory to know he was aroused. But she
fought the urge to lower her eyes to his pants for confirmation of a bulge. The
tip of his tongue gliding across his lip shot an image to her mind that made
her pussy even damper. At this rate, she’d be a virtual pool of wetness without
him even swiping a finger or his tongue anywhere near her clit.