Sinful Seduction by Tara Nina Page A

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,