freaking fabulous idea!
“I’d love to!” She jumped off the stool and rushed at him, talking a mile a minute. “I have some great ideas for more dancer’s outfits, and even some Goth style—”
“Not a clothing show,” he said quickly, cutting her off. “A lingerie one. In particular—fetish wear. Sort of like the PVC outfit you wore to my place the other day. You could have some of the softer stuff, but, mainly, the kinkier the better.”
Something wasn’t right. It just seemed too easy to have the opportunity to showcase her brand-new business at one of the hottest clubs in town. “Why are you doing this?”
“Your outfit inspired me the other day. You made it, right?” She nodded and he took off his jacket before dropping onto the loveseat. He lounged back against the corner and looked up at her with an unreadable expression. “I think you’re good at what you do, and this could be a good thing for us both.”
“Exactly how is it good for you? There’s something you’re not telling me and I need you to be honest with me.”
“Sit.” He patted the cushion next to him.
She settled onto the loveseat and waited. When he leaned forward, the scent of man and leather tickled her nose and she desperately tried to not think about having the bad boy biker tie her up and lick her all over.
V al’s gut clenched. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell Samair what she wanted to hear. He’d opened up to a woman once before, and that was what had gotten him into this predicament in the first place.
He looked into her soft baby blues and steeled himself. “It’s a business proposition, that’s all. I’ll provide the place and the promotions, you provide the product and the models, and we both make some money.”
The wheels were turning in her head; he could almost see them. She was smart. She knew there was more to it than what he’s said, but she was also thinking about how good it would be for her. He liked that.
“When will the show be?”
“Next weekend. That’s ten days to get it all set up, plenty of time.”
“Ten days! I need longer than that to design a whole line of lingerie. Especially a specialized line like you mentioned.” Her cheeks pinkened. “I don’t know anything about fetish wear, really.”
Blood rushed south and his cock swelled. Her blush made him want to do dirty things to her. “I have to work tonight, but if you meet me at Risqué around midnight, I can take you to one of the underground clubs for a bit. You can see what sort of outfits people in the lifestyle wear and what they like. As for knowing the stuff, I want your take on it, not anyone else’s. Like the bra and shorts you wore the other day. Very simple for fetish wear, but damn hot, and not like the stuff I’ve seen before. It has to be unique to sell for the prices we’re going to set.”
Her eyes brightened. “The stuff you’ve seen before?”
He chuckled. His little wild child was getting hot. “I’ve been to the club before. Although it’s really not my thing, I’m sure you’ll see some outfits that will . . . inspire you.”
A naughty smile lifted her lips as she crawled across the small space between them and straddled his lap. “I see something that inspires me right now.”
She lowered her head and slanted her mouth across his. Her little tongue probed and he parted his lips, letting her invade. The scent of pure woman filled his head and Samair’s unique flavor caused him to clutch her hips and pull her closer.
One hand cupped her ass while the other slid up her rib cage and found a soft, plump breast topped with a cherry-hard nipple.
He moaned, tearing his mouth away from hers to bury it in her neck. He nibbled and licked at the taut, exposed skin and reached for the hem of her T-shirt.
“Can I join in?”
Samair tensed in his arms and his movements stalled.
“Hey, Joey,” Samair said huskily, looking over Val’s shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.
He couldn’t
“I’d love to!” She jumped off the stool and rushed at him, talking a mile a minute. “I have some great ideas for more dancer’s outfits, and even some Goth style—”
“Not a clothing show,” he said quickly, cutting her off. “A lingerie one. In particular—fetish wear. Sort of like the PVC outfit you wore to my place the other day. You could have some of the softer stuff, but, mainly, the kinkier the better.”
Something wasn’t right. It just seemed too easy to have the opportunity to showcase her brand-new business at one of the hottest clubs in town. “Why are you doing this?”
“Your outfit inspired me the other day. You made it, right?” She nodded and he took off his jacket before dropping onto the loveseat. He lounged back against the corner and looked up at her with an unreadable expression. “I think you’re good at what you do, and this could be a good thing for us both.”
“Exactly how is it good for you? There’s something you’re not telling me and I need you to be honest with me.”
“Sit.” He patted the cushion next to him.
She settled onto the loveseat and waited. When he leaned forward, the scent of man and leather tickled her nose and she desperately tried to not think about having the bad boy biker tie her up and lick her all over.
V al’s gut clenched. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell Samair what she wanted to hear. He’d opened up to a woman once before, and that was what had gotten him into this predicament in the first place.
He looked into her soft baby blues and steeled himself. “It’s a business proposition, that’s all. I’ll provide the place and the promotions, you provide the product and the models, and we both make some money.”
The wheels were turning in her head; he could almost see them. She was smart. She knew there was more to it than what he’s said, but she was also thinking about how good it would be for her. He liked that.
“When will the show be?”
“Next weekend. That’s ten days to get it all set up, plenty of time.”
“Ten days! I need longer than that to design a whole line of lingerie. Especially a specialized line like you mentioned.” Her cheeks pinkened. “I don’t know anything about fetish wear, really.”
Blood rushed south and his cock swelled. Her blush made him want to do dirty things to her. “I have to work tonight, but if you meet me at Risqué around midnight, I can take you to one of the underground clubs for a bit. You can see what sort of outfits people in the lifestyle wear and what they like. As for knowing the stuff, I want your take on it, not anyone else’s. Like the bra and shorts you wore the other day. Very simple for fetish wear, but damn hot, and not like the stuff I’ve seen before. It has to be unique to sell for the prices we’re going to set.”
Her eyes brightened. “The stuff you’ve seen before?”
He chuckled. His little wild child was getting hot. “I’ve been to the club before. Although it’s really not my thing, I’m sure you’ll see some outfits that will . . . inspire you.”
A naughty smile lifted her lips as she crawled across the small space between them and straddled his lap. “I see something that inspires me right now.”
She lowered her head and slanted her mouth across his. Her little tongue probed and he parted his lips, letting her invade. The scent of pure woman filled his head and Samair’s unique flavor caused him to clutch her hips and pull her closer.
One hand cupped her ass while the other slid up her rib cage and found a soft, plump breast topped with a cherry-hard nipple.
He moaned, tearing his mouth away from hers to bury it in her neck. He nibbled and licked at the taut, exposed skin and reached for the hem of her T-shirt.
“Can I join in?”
Samair tensed in his arms and his movements stalled.
“Hey, Joey,” Samair said huskily, looking over Val’s shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.
He couldn’t
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