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
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
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