CHAPTER ONE
Sophie ran her red
fingernails over the black silk, so luxurious to the touch and
enticing to the eye.
She swore angels sang
when this glorious pair of panties was crafted. Such a perfect item
of lingerie from the sheer front, to the silk back, to those
criss-cross ties up the sides that invited strong hands to untie
them, yank them off, and demand that legs be spread.
Whew.
Is it getting hot in this boutique or is it just my fantasy?
“These are simply to
die for,” Sophie declared, lifting the plush satin hanger to show
the gorgeous piece to her good friend Jenna.
“Oh, that’s too
delicious for words,” Jenna said, her eyes widening as she left the
red teddy she was perusing on the rack, and walked over to join
Sophie in proper adoration of a glamorous pair of panties.
Soft music played in
the stylish boutique that was Sophie’s absolute favorite in all of
Vegas, since it boasted the most tantalizing collection of silk,
satin and lace, and all her favorite designers. She was a regular
here and the owner often set aside items she knew Sophie would covet.
Like this black beauty.
If only Sophie had
someoneto wear them
for. Ideally, the kind of man who would know just what to do with her
in this delicious lingerie.
“I’m pretty sure
they’re calling out to me,” she said, lifting the panties to her
ear. “Why yes, I hear them saying ‘ buy
me, wear me, let me snuggle up against you.’ ”
Jenna laughed. “Funny,
I can hear that too.”
Sophie held up a
finger. “Wait. It’s not the only thing speaking to me,” she
said, when she spotted nearby a stunning display of one of the
sexiest forms of clothing known to womankind. Mankind too. Because
these stockings could bring a man to his knees.
Though, truth be told,
she’d much rather be on her knees for the right man.
Preferably wearing
these stockings.
“Come to me,” she
said, making grabby hands as she reached for a black pair with a seam
up the back. They were thigh highs. Also known as — a prelude to
sweet desire.
“These are perfect. I
insist you get them as well,” Jenna chimed in.
Sophie clutched them to
her chest. They were criminally soft to the touch. “Then I insist
on wearing them tomorrow night to the gala at Aria.”
Jenna gave an approving
nod, then whispered conspiratorially. “And when some gorgeous
eligible bachelor wanders into the event, looking all cool and
debonair, he’ll see you in your stockings and devise all sorts of
wicked ways he wants to tie you up with them.”
A burst of sparks
licked through her veins. “A woman can only hope,” she murmured,
because that was a fervent wish of hers.
Sophie Winston
possessed particular fantasies, starting with a strong, confident,
wildly intense man raking his eyes over her from head to toe,
ownership in his gaze. He’d know just how to touch her, he’d
understand precisely how to command her pleasure, and then he’d do
naughty things as he restrained her, with his tie, with these
stockings, with his hands.
Any or all.
She craved that kind of
kink with the right man. A man who’d make her cry out in unholy
pleasure, in wildly, addictive ecstasy as she surrendered to him.
That man would be smart, strong, and good. He’d also be an
absolutely filthy, dominating, alpha male who’d fuck her senseless.
Take control of her, bend her over the bed, put her on her knees.
Maybe someday she’d
slide on these stockings, then slip into these panties, and meet that
man. Have a drink, dance a little, then sneak away for a sensual
encounter worthy of all her late-night dirty dreams.
Yes, it was definitely
hot in the boutique.
She made her way to the
counter with the black stockings and the sheer lace panties. “I’ll
take both.”
And
a side of Fantasy Male of my Dreams, please.
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny Cash led the
way, racing to the bottom of the trail. Nothing was going to stop the
border collie from beating the two-legged creatures. Ryan’s
youngest
Sophie ran her red
fingernails over the black silk, so luxurious to the touch and
enticing to the eye.
She swore angels sang
when this glorious pair of panties was crafted. Such a perfect item
of lingerie from the sheer front, to the silk back, to those
criss-cross ties up the sides that invited strong hands to untie
them, yank them off, and demand that legs be spread.
Whew.
Is it getting hot in this boutique or is it just my fantasy?
“These are simply to
die for,” Sophie declared, lifting the plush satin hanger to show
the gorgeous piece to her good friend Jenna.
“Oh, that’s too
delicious for words,” Jenna said, her eyes widening as she left the
red teddy she was perusing on the rack, and walked over to join
Sophie in proper adoration of a glamorous pair of panties.
Soft music played in
the stylish boutique that was Sophie’s absolute favorite in all of
Vegas, since it boasted the most tantalizing collection of silk,
satin and lace, and all her favorite designers. She was a regular
here and the owner often set aside items she knew Sophie would covet.
Like this black beauty.
If only Sophie had
someoneto wear them
for. Ideally, the kind of man who would know just what to do with her
in this delicious lingerie.
“I’m pretty sure
they’re calling out to me,” she said, lifting the panties to her
ear. “Why yes, I hear them saying ‘ buy
me, wear me, let me snuggle up against you.’ ”
Jenna laughed. “Funny,
I can hear that too.”
Sophie held up a
finger. “Wait. It’s not the only thing speaking to me,” she
said, when she spotted nearby a stunning display of one of the
sexiest forms of clothing known to womankind. Mankind too. Because
these stockings could bring a man to his knees.
Though, truth be told,
she’d much rather be on her knees for the right man.
Preferably wearing
these stockings.
“Come to me,” she
said, making grabby hands as she reached for a black pair with a seam
up the back. They were thigh highs. Also known as — a prelude to
sweet desire.
“These are perfect. I
insist you get them as well,” Jenna chimed in.
Sophie clutched them to
her chest. They were criminally soft to the touch. “Then I insist
on wearing them tomorrow night to the gala at Aria.”
Jenna gave an approving
nod, then whispered conspiratorially. “And when some gorgeous
eligible bachelor wanders into the event, looking all cool and
debonair, he’ll see you in your stockings and devise all sorts of
wicked ways he wants to tie you up with them.”
A burst of sparks
licked through her veins. “A woman can only hope,” she murmured,
because that was a fervent wish of hers.
Sophie Winston
possessed particular fantasies, starting with a strong, confident,
wildly intense man raking his eyes over her from head to toe,
ownership in his gaze. He’d know just how to touch her, he’d
understand precisely how to command her pleasure, and then he’d do
naughty things as he restrained her, with his tie, with these
stockings, with his hands.
Any or all.
She craved that kind of
kink with the right man. A man who’d make her cry out in unholy
pleasure, in wildly, addictive ecstasy as she surrendered to him.
That man would be smart, strong, and good. He’d also be an
absolutely filthy, dominating, alpha male who’d fuck her senseless.
Take control of her, bend her over the bed, put her on her knees.
Maybe someday she’d
slide on these stockings, then slip into these panties, and meet that
man. Have a drink, dance a little, then sneak away for a sensual
encounter worthy of all her late-night dirty dreams.
Yes, it was definitely
hot in the boutique.
She made her way to the
counter with the black stockings and the sheer lace panties. “I’ll
take both.”
And
a side of Fantasy Male of my Dreams, please.
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny Cash led the
way, racing to the bottom of the trail. Nothing was going to stop the
border collie from beating the two-legged creatures. Ryan’s
youngest
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