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  Devilish Delights

  Tara Nina

  An older woman with a secret sexual addiction meets a younger man with the desire to play. Can he be taught? Shelley takes a chance on a one-night stand, but gets more than she bargains for in her young stud.

  Jack is enticed by a woman whose vibrating silver balls land at his feet. Finally, a woman with a desire to experience more than vanilla-flavored sex. Shelley fits the criteria of perfect dating material.

  Now, if he can just convince her that their age difference doesn’t matter. Great sex rules, and he intends to teach Shelley the true meaning of orgasmic fun and sexual playtime. But when a complication arises in connection to a trial they’re both a part of, Shelley is abducted. Jack must choose—justice for a bootlegger or the perfect woman’s survival.

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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  Devilish Delights

  ISBN 9781419928871

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  Devilish Delights Copyright© 2010 Tara Nina

  Edited by Briana St. James

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book Publication August 2010

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  Devilish Delights

  Tara Nina

  Dedication

  This story is dedicated to one of my best friends, author C.H. Admirand.

  Without her, I would have never found the right path to publication nor would I remain sane when the characters in my head rant for their story to be next. Devilish Delights was an inspiration that came from one of our many creative discussions over drinks.

  Where would we be without Guinness?

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Guinness: Guinness & Co.

  Superman: DC Comics

  Volkswagen: Volkswagen AG Corporation

  Chapter One

  Click. Click. Click.

  Shelley rolled her eyes and prayed no one heard the balls as she walked. Was the sound audible to anyone else but her? God, she hoped not. She couldn’t believe she’d let her cousin goad her into trying these things in public. Had she truly let her cousin get to her or had she simply used her taunts as a viable reason to do something she’d hungered to do? Have a sexual adventure in a place where the possibility of being caught added to the excitement. Or did it? Shelley tried to dissect her situation.

  Testing products for her cousin Emma Jean’s sex toy shop was something she enjoyed doing in the privacy of her own home. Not walking down the aisle of the newest addition to town, a super-sized grocery store. If she’d known her day would end up like this, she would’ve worn underwear instead of going commando. And why of all days did she have to wear a skirt to work. ‘Cause if she had to admit it, she liked the feel of the occasional breeze between her thighs. Going without underwear added a secret sensual edge to her otherwise boring day. She huffed, blowing a loose strand of hair from her eyes.

  She liked being secretly naked in public. This newly discovered fact gave her a tiny internal shiver of delight, which the vibrating balls intensified. The momentary thrill almost made her smile, but she swallowed it when she caught an old man staring at her.

  Did he know? Could he tell she had balls vibrating inside her vagina? From the looks of him, she doubted he even knew about sex toys. She tilted her chin, cut him a sideways glare then strode in the opposite direction from him.

  Walk, squeeze, walk, squeeze. She repeated the mantra in her head with each step. If she didn’t do Kegel exercises as she moved, would the balls fall out? Damn. She couldn’t be sure. She hoped she didn’t learn the answer to that one standing here in the store. The clack of her high heels echoed as she stalked down the aisle.

  Anger fueled her hunger. Anger always did. Why on earth had she let Emma Jean get under her skin today? It had to be the rut her life had fallen into…work, home and the occasional visit to Emma Jean’s store to pick up new products to test. The thought hit her as she grabbed a large package of chocolate chip cookies from the rack and tossed them in her handbasket. Her cousin’s taunting words slid through her brain.

  Coward. You know you’ve secretly always wanted to have a sexual experience in a public place. Now’s your chance to try it. Besides, what would Aunt Nadine think if she knew her daughter tested sex products for the black sheep of the family?

  Being called a coward was bad enough. She’d never backed down from anything, not even the ludicrous challenge from her cousin to eat a worm when they were six. But blackmail? In her heart, she knew Emma Jean wouldn’t go through with it. Emma Jean loved Shelley’s mom as much as she did. But still, she couldn’t believe Emma Jean even hinted she’d tell Mom what she did as a part-time job just to get her to try Earl’s prototype wireless, vibrating vaginal balls.

  She snorted. Knowing the truth definitely would give Mom more ammunition in her guilt stockade. She stopped in her tracks as her mom’s words flashed behind her eyes. You should have stayed married and had a passel of kids by now.

  Shelley couldn’t stop the icy shiver the memory of her ex caused. That man knew how to push all the wrong buttons where she was concerned. At the time, she’d been too young to see the arrogant, “all about him” attitude hidden beneath his skin. Two years into the marriage, she had enough and ended the cop-wife life before it drowned her soul. She issued a silent prayer that whomever he was with now didn’t suffer from his self-absorbed arrogance. And as for kids…Shelley shook her head, miniature adults were cute as long as they belonged to someone else.

  If Mom knew about this secret obsession with sex toys, she’d probably have a heart attack and die. She sighed heavily and wished Mom would get over the antiquated idea that all women needed a man and kids to fulfill their lives. At forty-two, her life was just fine. Shelley swallowed hard, tamping down the ache in her heart fueled by loneliness. The image of several sex toys she’d like to try flashed behind her eyes. Those required a partner.

  Shrugging, she doubted she’d find a man who understood this insatiable need for extracurricular enjoyment. Hell, she didn’t even understand it herself. She shifted her oversized leather satchel on her shoulder and tucked that renegade strand of hair behind her ear.

  If she really wanted to twist the truth around, it was Mom’s fault she discovered the joy of toys. Shelley ran the scenario through her head. Money was needed to help pay for Mom’s cancer treatments. Insurance didn’t cover the so-called “experimental” drugs, so Emma Jean offered her a job.

  The day she walk
ed into her cousin’s shop was an eye-opening experience. The memory of her naïveté brought a slender smile to her lips. That was several years ago. Now there wasn’t a product she didn’t understand or have firsthand knowledge of its abilities to promote sexual happiness. She liked this little part-time job her cousin convinced her to try. Sex toy advisor, Emma Jean called it. The salary went to help pay Mom’s medical bills. And she got to keep the toys she tested for free. A shiver shot through Shelley’s vaginal muscles, causing her nipples to pebble.

  God, these balls were powerful even on the lowest setting. She’d tried vibrating balls before, but Earl must’ve souped up these ones. That wireless signal worked wonders as long as she kept the remote close. At the moment, it was in her satchel on her shoulder, which hung low at her side, hitting her in the hip. Close enough. She paused for a second, trying to calm the unexpected reaction to the intense vibration of the silver delights within her pussy. These things were great as far as she was concerned. Definitely getting her seal of approval. And hopefully Earl would obtain the patent and get the ball rolling—literally—on their production.

  She glanced at her reflection in the stainless steel of the upright freezers. Only she knew the momentary joy she’d experienced, which heightened the thrill. Nope. She smiled as she tried to convince herself. She didn’t need a man’s cock to come. Give her a battery-operated toy anytime over a beer-drinking, football-watching, testosterone-filled, self-absorbed jock.

  Behind her, a low rumble caught her attention. She looked over her shoulder just in time to sidestep being run over by an out-of-control kid in a pair of sneakers with skates in the bottom. “Damn kid,” she muttered under her breath. “Needs a leash.”

  Shelley watched the kid disappear around the end of the aisle and wished the store manager would throw him out. She absently straightened her skirt with one hand while balancing her oversized satchel on her shoulder and the shopping basket in the other.

  Another tantalizing wave of pleasure rippled through her inner muscles, making her stall in her movements for a moment. Product testing may have been Emma Jean’s idea, but she was the one reaping the most benefit. Shelley stifled the satisfied sigh that threatened to escape. It helped to have a thorough knowledge of the merchandise in order to sell the item. At least that’s what Emma Jean claimed when she convinced Shelley to be her new sex toy advisor. If this wasn’t firsthand knowledge…the thought short-circuited as a minute tremor of the balls set off another miniature orgasm. Shelley snorted…fancy name for a lonely woman in her early forties.

  Sex toy advisor flashed through her brain and it was all she could do not to burst out laughing in the middle of the aisle. Who would have ever thought sexual pleasure would equal the cost of batteries and vibrating toys?

  She thought about it and hated to admit this public testing of these wireless-vibrating balls turned her on immensely. With each step, they jiggled. Not much, but just enough to stimulate her pussy. With every contraction of her vaginal muscles, tiny tremors rippled along her inner walls in her valiant attempt to keep the balls retained.

  Could anyone tell what was happening to her?

  She scanned the area and was assured that none of the visible customers knew or cared about her actions. They were too busy with their own concerns to be bothered with her sexual adventure. Even the cute man at the opposite end of the aisle seemed absorbed in the fine details on the back of the box in his hand and not her. For some odd reason, the words too young shot through her brain from her short perusal of his physique. Hot and sexy, but too young.

  Knowing that she enjoyed a subtle inner sexual caress in public heightened her arousal another notch. She smiled. This day had taken a turn for the better. Never had she been so bold as to attempt such a deviant trick. Traipsing around in a public place with wireless vibrating silver balls in her vagina had her on edge with a desperate desire to come. Tension knotted low in her pelvis with every tiny bounce of the balls. Shelley took a deep breath and tried to still the growing desire to orgasm madly.

  Chocolate syrup caught her eye. When she spun on her heels to grab a squeeze bottle, the balls clanked together and she froze. Her inner muscles tightened against the intense shiver of the metal objects. Were they vibrating more rapidly? Oh God! Had the remote control in her purse accidentally switched from low to high? She shifted her stance, pressing her knees tight.

  Wrong move. She muffled a gasp behind her hand as the vibrating balls did the mambo inside her pussy. Intense sensations ricocheted through her system and made it difficult to stand, but somehow she managed. Leaning against the shelf, she unsnapped the opening of her satchel. A multitude of paraphernalia from the sex shop greeted her eyes. Damn! She’d forgotten about that being in there. She sighed. There was no way to quickly plunder through it to find the remote control. Her better bet was to get what she came for and leave.

  Shelley tossed the bottle in the handbasket and marched straight to the ice cream. Walk, squeeze, walk, squeeze repeated in her head. Of course, her favorite flavor was probably in the back and buried. That would be her luck.

  She set the basket down and leaned over the huge, open-air freezer chest’s edge. She remembered to keep her knees and thighs tight as she clamped her inner muscles around the balls. Cold air coated the front of her blouse and her nipples reacted. Shivers shot down her spine. If she didn’t hurry, she felt certain she’d have a massive orgasm right there in the grocery store. The minor ones as she walked, she kept to herself. At the accelerated rate her body reacted to these balls, she wasn’t sure she could keep an ecstatic scream of pleasure from escaping and alerting the whole store to her condition.

  So intent on digging for the ice cream, when she heard a man yell, it was too late. Something slammed into her backside, violently shoving her forward. Her purse went flying. She gasped, lost her grip on the side and tumbled headfirst into the freezer. The impact from being doubled over the side caused tremendous pain to shoot through her core and her legs weakened. For a moment, she thought she’d puke but somehow managed to control the urge. Heat filtered up the right side from her rump to her midsection. Someone had fallen into the freezer with her, but from the contorted angle, she couldn’t get a look at the person.

  Struggling to maintain some sliver of dignity, Shelley attempted to shove out of the comedic position of face first, ass in the air, stuffed in an ice cream freezer. The body next to her reacted quickly and stood. A strong arm reached around her waist and assisted her out of the precarious position. The moment her feet touched down, she smoothed her clothes, grateful her skirt was long enough it hadn’t revealed her rear end to the world.

  “What in the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, turning to meet her assailant.

  Ohmygod, the hot, sexy young man from the end of the aisle stood next to her.

  The softest shade of autumn brown eyes she’d ever seen caught her gaze and held her transfixed for a moment. Dark chestnut hair framed his face and the loose lock that fell over his eyes made her fingers itch with an unusual desire to tame it. Rugged features, a strong jawline and a chin with a sexy cleft in its middle had her swallowing hard not to drool. She placed his height at just under six feet tall and he appeared stocky in stature. Heat radiated off him, sending chills to coat her skin and caused her nipples to tingle. Five, if not ten, years separated them in age, putting a damper on Shelley’s sexual perusal.

  Get a grip, Shelley. He’s too young for you, she reprimanded herself. Common sense took control and squashed her momentary desire for this young stranger. Why’d he push her into the freezer? What’d he want? Was he a pickpocket? If so, he was a lousy one. Years of working at the courthouse gave her brainwaves lots of fodder for her imagination.

  She took a step back and tripped over the forgotten handbasket. Warmth crept up her arm when he grabbed her elbow to keep her from landing on her butt.

  “Are you okay?”

  His deep Southern drawl washed over her. But nothing could stop the cr
imson from filling her cheeks at the sight of the bottle of cherry-flavored massage oil, the clit stimulator, the nipple clamps and the multiple-speed king-sized vibrating dong that lay sprawled across the floor at his feet. Ohmygod! At that moment, she wished she had the power to make herself invisible.

  She managed a quick glance and noted his eyes had widened and a wicked smile upturned his lips. Shelley couldn’t breathe. This had taken a turn for the worse. Squatting, she grabbed her satchel. He knelt to help her. Mortified, she scrambled to gather everything.

  She nudged his hands away as she mumbled, “No thanks.”

  Trying not to look too desperate, she shoved everything within sight haphazardly into her satchel and wished it had a zipper instead of a loose snap. She tugged it to her shoulder, grabbed the basket, snatched the first container of ice cream she could reach and left as fast as her legs could carry her without all-out running to the checkout.

  Jack couldn’t do anything but watch her go. Her cheeks almost matched the deep scarlet color of her blouse the moment she realized her purse had spilled. From the straitlaced business attire she wore, he wouldn’t have figured her for the sex toy type. And if he guessed right, she wore no panties because he saw no visible panty lines. His kind of woman, ready for a quick fuck at a moment’s notice.

  She’d caught his eye the instant he entered the grocery store. Long day or not, she was a morsel that reenergized his system. He’d watched her every move as she walked down the aisle. When she leaned against the shelf and looked around, he pretended to read the ingredients of a package. What that package was, he couldn’t recall if asked. He’d been consumed with the woman’s figure.

  It looked to him as if she was concentrating on something, which seemed to make it difficult for her to walk straight. Maybe the sexy high heels were new and hurt her feet. Now that was a job he would be glad to handle. The image of him at her feet, rubbing away her aches and pains, then nipping up her inner thigh to her pussy, made him semi-hard.