Sinful Seduction Page 2

  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 ki
ssed 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.

  “You are one beautiful woman,” he whispered against her hair. When his other hand followed the first to her ass, he couldn’t resist squeezing her bottom firmly. “Anyone ever tell you, you’ve got a fine ass? It was the third of your wonderful attributes I noticed when I first saw you.”

  Cammie leaned back in his arms and looked up at him. “The third? What were the first two?”

  He grinned then said without hesitation, “First were your eyes. They are the most amazing shade of light green. Second…” He openly dropped his gaze to her breasts briefly then smiled broadly. “Second were your breasts. What straight man in this world wouldn’t notice you—gorgeous eyes, nice breasts and a hot ass that has the sexiest sway, especially while you’re in those stilettos.”

  “Eyes, boobs, ass,” she replied teasingly, “and you think I’ve got it.”

  “I know you’ve got it.”

  He placed a playful kiss on the end of her nose then his attention fixated on the tip of her tongue as it darted across her lower lip, making him wish for another taste of her mouth.

  A wicked smile twisted her lips. Her voice sounded husky and seductive. “Excuse me while I change into your other selection.”

  He wasn’t sure if she meant to sound so inviting but his cock reacted and stiffened even more. Man, she had him on fire and ready to fuck. The provocative sway of her hips as she walked glued his stare to her bottom and didn’t let it go until she was safely inside the dressing room.

  Scott repositioned his cock, trying to find more room in the restrictive confines of his suit pants. Normally the pants were comfortable but tonight, she had him the hardest he’d ever been.

  And thinking about the other bustier he’d chosen, and how it would look on Cammie, made his balls turn to steel.

  Chapter Three

  The moment she closed the door behind her, Cammie leaned heavily against it. She couldn’t believe what just happened. The man she’d been having hot sex dreams about had licked her into the best orgasm of her life. It had taken total concentration to return to the dressing room without stumbling, but she’d done it.

  She studied her reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back had that just-been-fucked appeal. Her hair was a mess, her thong was askew and her legs were weak. She sank onto the bench and simply stared at her image. A man completely out of her league had been on his knees at her feet, pleasuring her pussy without so much as an ounce of relief for himself. She spread her legs and liked the cool sensation of the air conditioner shooting up from the floor vent as it soothed her whisker-burned skin.

  She couldn’t help but smile. It was the best sex she’d had in months. Hell, it was the only sex she’d had in months other than the stolen moments she’d shared with Big John, her vibrator.

  Leaning against the wall, Cammie though about everything he’d said. Had he really visited her shop and bought lingerie just to get to know her? She sighed. That was impressive. Not to mention what he’d accomplished with his tongue and mouth on her pussy—now that was extremely impressive.

  She took a deep breath but couldn’t stop smiling. He thought she was beautiful. He liked her eyes, boobs and butt.

  She sighed again as she stood and steadily unclasped the bustier. She hung the bustier on the hanger but knew there was no way she’d return it to the rack. Not after what she’d done in it.

  When she stood naked except for the stilettos, she turned to check out her butt. It didn’t look “fine” to her, but what did she know? Maybe hotshot business gurus knew a good thing when they saw it. She almost burst out laughing but managed to suppress it. Scott was so out of her league, but she intended to enjoy the ride for as long as he wanted to park his car in her garage.

  Cammie stepped into the leather-and-chain thong. Just as she suspected, it wasn’t comfortable. The bustier fit more snugly than the other one but she managed to get it zipped. Her breasts spilled
over the top but the nipples remained hidden within the cups. How they sized these things was beyond her. What fit in one brand’s size, didn’t always fit in another. She tucked her breasts down and hoped they wouldn’t spring free. After a final adjustment, she opened the door.

  This time instead of waiting by the rack, Scott sat in one of the oversized chairs placed across from the dressing rooms. His suit jacket was off and lay neatly across the back of the other chair.

  After a few steps, she realized maybe she was wrong about the silver chain, which lined her slit and ran up the crack of her ass. The cool metal tantalized the flesh with every step. She would have enjoyed it more if she didn’t have to concentrate on the actual feat of walking.

  Her legs felt weak and her pussy still quivered from his earlier ministrations. Or was it the added sensation from the rub of the chain that had her pussy in such a highly sensitized state?

  Reading the sexual promise in his gaze made her rethink her theory. Maybe it was simply the man himself who had her pussy humming and ready to fuck. Seeing his flared nostrils, his dilated pupils, gave her an idea. Being dressed in an outfit with a dominatrix flare empowered her inner vixen.

  She liked the way the tighter bustier kept her spine stiff, which made it easier to hold her shoulders straight. The position lifted her breasts higher, causing them to bounce ever so slightly. Like a cat hunting prey, she stared directly at him and moved as gracefully as she could on shaky legs and high heels. Deep breaths weren’t possible but somehow she still managed enough air to soothe her jitters and hoped he didn’t read her nervousness.

  He didn’t move or speak as she did a jaunty strut around the chair, letting her fingertips trail up his arm, across the back of his shoulders and down his other arm as she came full circle. He watched her every move in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors between the three dressing-room doors. His heated gaze and wicked smile of approval spurred her confidence.