Sinful Seduction (2 page)

She opened her mouth to speak and prayed she didn’t sound
ridiculous. “There’s a matching leather thong that comes with this, but the one
I have on is mine. And there are others available similar to this one.”

“Mmm.” His audible sigh thrilled her to the core but she
managed to maintain a sliver of professionalism.

“Are you ready to see your other selection?”

“In a minute.”

He lowered to one knee and for a split second, she wasn’t
sure what he had planned—until his hand hovered within a millimeter of her
calf. She gave a nervous glance at the front door. Total darkness met her gaze,
informing her the other stores in the strip mall had closed. The chance someone
would look inside was slim.

He touched her so delicately that chills shot from her
ankle, up the back of her leg and beelined into her pussy. His palm traveled
the path his fingertips had created, smoothed over her calf then lingered,
massaging behind her knee before continuing along her thigh. When she thought
he’d cup her bottom, he stopped, lowered his hand slowly, retraced its trail
then lifted his other hand and repeated the process with her opposite leg.

The attention to her legs made her hunger to have his hands
all over her.

Warmth combined with his caresses to tie her emotions in a
bow. The sight of his eyes closed and his nostrils flaring as he breathed her
scent in nearly unraveled her nerves. No one had ever looked as if he were
simply enjoying her essence, like this man did. The expression on his face was
purely unique.

Both hands cupped her calves, giving her the strength to
continue to stand and not sink to the floor. Up and down, he stroked her
silk-covered legs from ankle to mid-thigh, coming close to the lacy tops of her
thigh-highs but not breaching the bare skin beyond.

If it were up to her, his hands would have crossed that line
and entered the taboo arena.

This slow seduction was killing her and turning her on
beyond belief at the same time. Though part of her wanted nothing more than to
throw down right there, another part of her relished every second of his
attention. The slow glide of his palms made the stockings feel even more
enticing against her flesh.

Yep, she definitely loved the sensations. Silk against skin,
warmth from his hands, chills up her spine and a wanting ache in her pussy. He
was a master masseur with the ability to increase her pulse and draw out her
needs with a gentle sweep of his palms.

She did her best to focus but found it extremely difficult.
There was something else she was supposed to do, but no matter how hard she
tried, the thought wouldn’t emerge from the erotic fog that warped her brain.

The moment he released her legs, it startled Cammie to see a
bead of moisture had formed on his brow. Desire hooded his gaze and his
expression left
nothing
to the imagination.

Sex, pure and simple, filled his thoughts.

Chapter Two

For over a month, Scott had been secreting away from the
overwhelming world called life and indulging in a private passion.

Luck had crossed their paths the day he’d first laid eyes on
Cammie in the bank. He’d never forget that initial image, from the delicate
pink satin blouse and black ruffled lace skirt right down to the strappy black
high-heels. But it was the whisper of her silk stockings that had caught and
held his attention.

Unless one was a stocking connoisseur, one missed the
distinctly arousing sound a pair of expensive hosiery made when a woman walked.
Especially on
this
particular woman. Instant fascination blossomed and
he had to know her identity.

He had chosen not to approach her in the bank and bring
unwanted attention to either of them. He’d followed her into the coffee shop
next door, instead, and
accidentally
bumped into her, starting a casual
conversation that began with “I’m sorry” and ended with him buying her coffee
and acquiring her name. Learning she owned a lingerie shop excited him more
than it should have.

He’d waited several weeks before curiosity finally led him
across her threshold. He had to get more acquainted with the woman he only knew
as Cammie Cartwright, owner of Sinful Treasures, a lingerie specialty shop.

Even now, he feared the press would discover he had a “love
interest” and their overbearing intrusiveness would destroy the budding
relationship before it could begin. Why they chose to hound him, he would never
understand. He was a businessman, not a Hollywood star. But he’d drawn the
spotlight while dating an actress, something he’d decided he’d
never
do
again. He blamed her for putting him on the photogs’ radar, constantly leaking
their whereabouts to increase her publicity.

All he’d wanted was someone to spend time with; get to know
her and maybe build a life together. And that was exactly what
this
was,
with Cammie—the start of something he hoped would last.

But he couldn’t
really
blame his ex. If he’d known
his life would take such a dramatic public turn, he might have thought twice
about rebuilding the family business, transforming it from the ruined mess his
drunkard father had left when he’d died. Every paper across the country touted
him as a hotshot financial genius—and one of the top five most eligible
billionaire bachelors. His ex just made him more visible.

Damn, he hated both titles. In his opinion, he wasn’t a
genius, just smart enough to find a niche that needed to be filled and willing
to work his ass off to fill it. And the second title brought out the gold
diggers and the crazies not after him, but his money.

When Cammie stepped from the dressing room, every ounce of
air exited his lungs on a whoosh he hoped she didn’t hear and mistake for a
wolf whistle. Scott let his gaze do a slow glide from her breasts to her toes,
taking in every wondrous inch that was Cammie. He liked the fact she wasn’t
model-thin. Her womanly attributes had him hungering to explore her from top to
bottom, with long, luxurious stops at various places in between.

He couldn’t believe she’d done as he’d asked. Slowly and
erotically, she rotated on those pointy heels and his heart pounded. Unsure of
how she’d react, he gently ran his fingertips down her back instead of cupping
the awesome globes of her ass in his palms, as he wanted to do. It took
tremendous effort to keep his hands above the waistline as she turned.

Yep, he was right. That outfit was meant for a night of wine,
romance and passion. He couldn’t think of a woman he’d rather research that
theory with other than Cammie. His cock hardened and he prayed she didn’t look
down and back out of trying on the second bustier. Over the past weeks, he’d
taken time to learn her preferences, only selected items for purchase that made
her gaze simmer or her breath hitch. He doubted she knew her body language gave
so much away. Every garment he’d bought was chosen with her in mind—and the
slim hope he’d one day get to see her in them.

When he lowered to his knee, he couldn’t help but breathe
her in. The faint hint of leather mixed with the natural fragrance he’d forever
distinguish as belonging to Cammie unraveled his resolve.

He prayed he could keep her as his secret addiction for as
long as possible. With the help of his security guards, he’d been able to fool
the vultures with nothing better to do than camp out in front of his home, and
had slipped away undetected and not followed…so far. But he wasn’t a fool to
think the old bait ’n’ switch would continue to work.

Scott closed his eyes, taking in the heat radiating from her
beautiful form. He sighed, releasing a warm breath close to her knee. Her
subtle intake of air let him know his tender worship of her stocking-clad legs
turned her on as well. A thin layer of silk prevented flesh-on-flesh contact,
and he took special care not to fondle the exposed skin above the lacy tops of
her stockings.

The most perfect set of legs he’d ever seen, available to
his
hands, from her healthy thighs all the way to her slender ankles. Narrow feet
decorated with red stilettos made his cock even harder. In his opinion,
stockings, stilettos and lingerie were the greatest inventions to entice the
male libido. He hungered to taste the sweet spot behind her knees, sample the
flavor of her skin through the stockings all the way to her toes.

Chills skated through him and tightened his balls with need.
He had to concentrate to keep his hands from shaking as he enjoyed the
sensation of silk and flesh. Each pass increased his pulse and made it
difficult for him to think straight. Images of sex with Cammie flashed behind
his closed eyelids, heightening his sensory perception to the point he couldn’t
stop. Over and over, he rubbed her legs and breathed her in deeply. He loved
the way this woman’s scent heightened his hunger. He alternated between hard
and soft strokes and noted the subtle tremors in her legs.

Desperate need controlled his system. He cupped her stiletto
heel and gently tugged. He liked the style, peep-toe red leather band across
her toes, leaving mid-foot exposed, with a back for the heel and a delicate
thin strap around the ankle. The pointed stiletto added a deadly sex appeal. He
cut a glance upward and noted she held on to the round rack of leather bustiers
for balance, as if giving her blessing to continue.

Lifting her foot as he leaned forward, he felt her tremble
when he delicately licked a trail from the inside of her ankle, along the side
of her calf up to her knee, then darted upward to taste the inside of her
thigh. When he traced the lace along the upper edge of the stocking with his
lips and tongue, her gasp and her hands in his hair halted further progress.

He lowered her leg and released her foot. Damn, he’d been so
close to heaven. Inhaling, he drew in as much of her pleasurable musky scent as
his senses could handle then leaned back, allowing her hands to cradle his
head.

Scott met Cammie’s hooded gaze. Obviously he hadn’t read her
wrong. Not only did she love wearing lingerie, she liked being
touched
while wearing it. Did she like having sex while dressed in it as well? Man, he
hoped so. Just the thought of fucking her while she wore the stilettos, silk
stockings and bustier made his cock twitch and his balls draw tighter.

Her gaze shown bright with a passionate heat he knew he’d
ignited with the tender massage of her legs. The thought of wedging his cock
between her feet, gliding back and forth, the stockings causing friction to his
flesh nearly made him come, but he managed to maintain his dignity. Even though
he sensed the attraction between them was red-hot, he knew better than to push
for more than she might be ready for.

Their conversations over the past few weeks had taught him
much about her that he liked. She was intelligent, witty and a tad bit shy when
it came to his subtle innuendoes as she showed him different garments. But she
never backed away, and on occasion even retorted politely, which turned him on
immensely. Now he ached to explore this beautiful woman.

Touching her had been a mistake. It shook his resolve to
take this relationship slowly. The sensation of fine silk mixed with her
exquisitely soft legs was forever etched in the palms of his hands. His fingers
trembled ever so slightly as he reached forward, trailing them along the
overlap of leather concealing the stays running down the center of the bustier.
He itched to release those stays one by one in a slow peek-a-boo until her full
mounds were free for his enjoyment, but somehow managed to refrain.

“Cammie,” he said softly, because her name was the only word
he could manage. Her hauntingly beautiful light-green eyes had darkened with
desire and rocked him to the core with need. He wanted to taste the woman whose
scent filled his every breath and whet his appetite for sex. But if she said
no, he’d stop.

He liked the way she nervously nipped at her lower lip, torn
between lust and moral fortitude. She was innocently beautiful even while
dressed for sex.

“Scott, I…” Her voice shook and she swallowed hard then
darted a nervous tongue across her lips. She closed her eyes and he suspected
she was gathering her nerve before she spoke. “I’ve never done anything like
this with a customer before—and I’ve never been the other woman before either.”

Her admission confused him for a split second before his
brain sorted through the muddle of mush that was now inside his skull. He
gathered her hands in his and kissed each palm, never releasing her gaze. He
blew a heated breath across the moisture his lips left behind and saw her gaze
narrow. She liked it but didn’t want to admit it.

He smiled as he stood to explain, and hoped she wouldn’t
think he was some sort of stalker when he finished.

“You are
so not
the other woman.”

“But the lingerie?” she questioned.

Scott cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along her lower
lip, which she’d inadvertently reddened when she’d chewed it. “I bought the
lingerie in order to get to know you,” he stated honestly. “It’s all still in
the bags I brought them home in, waiting for a certain special lady to wear
them for me.”

Her eyes widened. The slight part of her lips teased him,
increasing his want for a kiss. He knew Cammie was worth the wait—
if
she
made him wait. But he hoped she didn’t, not with the way she looked in that
leather bustier. He gathered her hands once more. Her fingers trembled.

“I promise not to do anything to harm you.” He stepped
closer. “We can stop whenever you say no.”

Scott brushed a tender kiss across her lips. He cradled her
head in his hand, twisting his fingers in her blonde hair. He nibbled her lower
lip then kissed her again, gradually releasing the passion he felt in their
connection. Tasting her mouth, teasing her tongue and enjoying the feel of her
in his arms. The way she fit against him was perfect.

This one woman wove a magical spell over him that he had no
wish to break. He released her mouth, liking her thoroughly kissed look. She
caressed his face and gave him a seductive smile that made his cock twitch and
reminded him how hard he was. He leaned in and kissed the valley between the
breasts perched invitingly in the leather cups of the bustier.

When she didn’t stop him, he continued kissing a trail
straight down the center of her abdomen. Though he liked the leather, he wished
he were kissing bare flesh. He lowered to his knees and wasted no time. He
tenderly kissed the insides of each thigh while watching her face. Cammie’s
eyes closed and her hands laced in his hair. Her mouth beckoned for another
kiss but he resisted. There was somewhere else he wanted to sample.

He lowered his gaze to the soft leather thong. He slid a
finger under its edge and heard her intake of air. She wanted this as much as
he did. Scott couldn’t help but smile.

He desperately wanted a taste of her juices. He nuzzled the
patch of leather covering her pussy as he breathed in deeply. He hadn’t meant
to, but he visibly shivered from the overwhelming attack of her phenomenal
smell on his senses.

He tugged the thong to one side and soaked in the sight of
her clean-shaven pink flesh. Pure lust controlled him as he wasted no time
kissing and licking her pussy lips. Scott fingered her slit, dragging his
fingertip back and forth. She was so wet it made his cock heavy with the need
to be balls-deep inside her. Fighting the urge to stand, free his cock and fuck
her, he suckled her clit hard, flicking it repeatedly with his tongue. She
fisted his hair and gasped, which fueled his hunger. Faster and harder, he
teased her with his tongue, teeth and mouth.

Her soft moan drove him to insert first one then two fingers
to escalate her pleasure. When she grabbed his shoulders for support, he knew
she was close to orgasm. So was he. His cock throbbed and his balls ached for
release. Scott laved her pussy, tasting her, pumping his fingers in and out
until his name escaped her lips on a whispered cry.

“Scott!”

She gripped his shoulders tight and her legs trembled as he
drank her sweet release. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and
garnered an instant response. Cammie bucked and clasped his head, holding him
right where she wanted him. He didn’t mind. Instead he matched her rhythm,
alternating between stroking her clit then caressing it with short jabs then
sucking hard.

When the second orgasm hit, she wasn’t so quiet. “Oh god, oh
god, Scott!” she cried loudly.

Scott drew one last deep drink of her before gathering her
hands in his and standing, holding her close as she relaxed. Scott caressed her
back, toying with the leather strings that tightened the bustier then let his
hand wander lower to massage her rear.