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  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.

  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. r />
  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.