Sinful Seduction (3 page)

“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.

She caught his tie and weaved it through her fingers as she
stepped between his legs. She placed a knee on the seat cushion dangerously
close to the apex of his thighs and felt his body heat. She deliberately
dropped her gaze to his impressive bulge then lifted it to meet his with what
she hoped was a sexy look. In as provocative a tone as she could muster, she
asked, “Is this bustier more to your liking?”

Chills raced down her spine as he ran his hands up the backs
of her thighs and replied in a gravely tone, “Yes, Cammie. As long as you’re
the one wearing it, it is.”

Volcanic heat sizzled in the air between them. This man was
perfect for her. She decided to take a chance. Cammie tugged him forward by his
tie, plowed her free hand into his jet-black wavy hair then cupped the back of
his head. Millimeters away from his lips, she hovered, staring into his dark
blues. Nearly animalistic lust flamed to life in his irises, shaking her
resolve, but she didn’t back down.

She ran her hand up and down the front of his crotch,
exploring the solid length of him as she commanded, ”I want to fuck you—right
here, right now.”

She captured his mouth in a passionate kiss as she straddled
his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her pussy closer to his
cock. Cammie rocked her pelvis, grinding against him and liking the sensations
pulsating through her core. She pulled free of the kiss and nipped his chin.
She tickled his earlobe with the tip of her tongue…

Then his mood shifted dramatically.

With a strength and speed she didn’t know he had, he lifted
her off his lap, grabbed his coat and draped it across her shoulders. Confusion
rattled her system and she struggled into the jacket as Scott spun and ran to
the tallest display, which sat dead center in the store. With a sound of rage,
he dove into the circular rack packed tight with long satin and silk sets of
nightgowns and robes.

Cammie watched, bewildered.

An unidentifiable male voice screamed. It sounded as if
multiple muffled punches were thrown. The entire rack shook as if it were
caught in a gale force wind then toppled over.

A camera flew out of the mix and rolled to her feet. Cammie
reacted instinctually, grabbing it and shooting a few frames of the scuffle.
Lingerie scattered everywhere as the two men brawled in the array of silk and
satin. Scott seemed more skilled at fighting, which added to the list of things
about him that impressed her.

He popped to his feet and dragged a man out of the tangled
mess of lingerie. He jerked the guy around without an ounce of delicacy. And in
a move even the most skilled cowboys would envy, Scott tied the man’s hands and
feet with the only thing available, a belt from one of the silk robes.

“I’m going to sue you! I’ve got my rights! Freedom of
speech!” the man screamed and sputtered—right before Scott gagged him with a
nightgown.

Cammie’s jaw dropped when she finally got a good look at the
man’s face through the lens. She quickly took his picture then lowered the
camera. “So
that’s
where you went,” she said and tightened her grip on
the jacket with one hand. She stared at the weasel-like man. When he’d come
into the store earlier, she’d gotten a bad feeling about him but it seemed he
hadn’t stayed long. At least, that’s what she’d thought.

“You
know
him?” Scott asked, spinning to face her.
His brows were bunched and the heat in his eyes was no longer sexy. A deadly
wave of anger simmered within them. Cammie stepped back, not liking the
accusation in his tone.

“No,” she stated bluntly. Chin tilted, she met and held his
penetrating glare with one of her own. “He came into the store about an hour
before you arrived. It was busy. I was helping other customers and I lost sight
of him. I thought he’d left.”

Relief entered his expression and his tone softened, as if
he’d realized his mistake. “I’m sorry, Cammie. It’s just…” He stalled and it
appeared he was searching for the right words but couldn’t find them. Instead,
he eased her hand loose and reached into the inside breast pocket of his jacket
to retrieve his cell phone.

The backs of his knuckles brushed the plump flesh of her
breast and her stomach tightened. For a split second, heat flared to life
between them as their gazes locked and his hand lingered, prolonging the
skin-to-skin contact. Then the gagged man attempted to spout muffled
indignities and shattered the moment.

Scott shook his head and smiled. “Excuse me for a moment
please.”

A huge lump in her throat prevented her from speech so she
simply nodded. Scott pressed a button on his phone, held it to his ear and
spoke quickly and clearly.

“I’ve got a problem.” Without another word, he lowered the
phone, disconnected the call and turned back to her.

Compassion and heat filled his eyes as he explained. “I
never meant to involve you in this circus that seems to follow me everywhere.
Idiots like this one think they’ve got the right to invade my personal life.
But you are one hard woman to resist. From the moment I first saw you at the bank,
I knew you were special.”

He paused and shot an angry glare at the man who was still
grumbling behind his gag. When he returned his gaze to Cammie, she read the
sadness behind his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll get this mess cleaned up and this
shouldn’t hit the gossip magazines since we caught him.”

When he turned away, she got the feeling this was
goodbye—and she had no intention of letting him go, not after what they’d
started. But she wasn’t sure what she could do to remedy the situation. She’d
never faced anything like this before.

She lifted the camera and scanned the images. The little
sneak had photographed
everything
. Heat shimmied up her neck to her ears
and flooded her cheeks. In no way was she an exhibitionist, and having such
explicitly sexual pictures of her and Scott taken without their permission lit
a fire inside her gut. But it also set the wheels inside her head spinning.

She moved to Scott’s side with a grin. “I’ve got an idea on
how to fix this.”

Holding the camera so he could see, she flipped through the
images she took of their scuffle and stopped before she got to the naughty
ones.
Those
she planned to erase. She turned on the little man and
stared down at him, leaving the camera in Scott’s hands.

“You’re not a very smart guy, bringing a camera along on a
heist,” she stated in a taunting tone. “I’m calling the police and pressing
charges for attempted robbery.”

He grumbled something she deduced as, “Charges won’t stick.”

“In this case, they will.” She crouched down and lifted his
chin with her fingertip, even though touching him made her stomach churn. She
wanted to make sure he understood perfectly as she continued. “My store has
been victimized several times—and it just so happens my friend and I caught the
perpetrator red-handed. And we have photographic evidence to prove it.”

“Nice picture of me dragging him out of the rack,” Scott
chimed in, pointing to the camera screen.

She nodded. “Thank you. If I’m not mistaken, it shows his
face clearly.”

Another muffled set of sounds grumbled from the man and
Cammie interpreted them as, “There’s more than just pictures of me on there.”

“Yes.” She sighed the word heavily then let him know his
fate. “
Those
I intend to erase. The memory card in your camera will fit
in mine nicely. I’ll replace your memory card with my empty one and my story of
‘attempted robbery’ will be cut and dried.”

“I’m a well-known photographer,” he sputtered, trying
desperately to push out the makeshift gag with his tongue. “That story won’t
stick!”

“Ah, but tonight you’re a thief.” Cammie stared down at him.
“A man your size will do well in prison as someone’s bitch.”

Scott’s eyebrow arched and he gave a nod of approval as he
handed her the camera. He whispered close to her ear, “There’s a couple of
really nice shots of you on there. You look like you enjoyed yourself.” He
wagged his eyebrows at her, making her smile. The wicked look in his eyes made
her wish she didn’t have to erase those, but they couldn’t take a chance of
anyone accidentally getting their hands on them.

A knock on the door drew their attention. Two extremely
large men stood outside. Scott helped her button the jacket before he moved to
let them in. “My head of security. He’s an expert at handling scum like him.”

He let the men in and they immediately assessed the
situation. They snatched the smaller man into a precarious standing position
without untying him, then took his camera, extra memory cards and batteries.
They tossed the items into a black bag that Cammie suspected would never be
seen again.

The bigger of the two men left with the bag. Scott’s head of
security stayed behind to help with the police when they arrived, which didn’t
take long. It also didn’t take them long to investigate the situation. Cammie
knew Officer Branigan, who’d been sent to the store for the last two break-ins.
It had been Branigan’s suggestion to install solid metal shutters over the
window and door for added security.

“Good job apprehending the suspect. Nice use of the silk
sash,” Officer Branigan said, smirking. “You were just lucky he wasn’t armed.”

After giving their version of the story—Scott had arrived to
pick her up for dinner. While he’d waited for her to finish with the day’s
receipts, he’d heard a noise and found the suspect hiding in the clothes
rack—the officer only questioned one thing.

Her choice of clothing for dinner.