Authors: Tara Nina
Cammie laughed. “Dressing like this is a perk of running a
lingerie business. I have a dress in the back that I had planned to wear. We
kinda got sidetracked with the break-in and all.”
That seemed to satisfy the last of Officer Branigan’s
questions. Scott’s head of security walked out with the police, leaving her
alone with Scott.
“You think they bought it?” she questioned worriedly.
“Why wouldn’t they?” He kissed her on the brow. “You gave a
magnificent performance. Turning over the photos you took—minus those hot shots
of you and me—gave credibility to our story. Now, let’s live up to the version
we gave them. It’s time you and I went to get something to eat. I’m starved.”
“I think I’d like that.”
“Good, give me one minute to make the arrangements.” He
walked away from her to make a phone call but was back at her side within
minutes. Scott held her by the elbow and guided her toward the door. She was
just about to exit when she remembered how she was dressed.
“My clothes—” she began.
“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I like you exactly the way you
are. Where I’m taking you, you won’t need clothes.”
Chapter Four
Scott escorted Cammie out of the store and to his car, which
appeared at the curb driven by another security guard. The man got out of the
car, nodded at Scott and said, “See you at home, boss.”
“How many of those guys do you have?” she asked, a little
baffled by the whole mysterious persona surrounding the men.
“You really don’t want to know,” Scott answered. His tone
held an edge of sadness and it seemed to Cammie as if he wasn’t exactly
thrilled by that fact.
He helped her into the car, slid into the driver’s side and
left the parking lot. They were on the freeway before either of them spoke.
“I’m curious.” Scott broke the silence first. “What do you
like to eat?”
“I like everything but raw onions,” she stated honestly. “I
don’t like the odor they leave on the breath.”
“I like the way you think. I don’t like raw onions either.”
“Where are we going?” Cammie asked.
“The only place where I can keep you away from prying eyes.”
When he didn’t elaborate, she leaned back into the seat and
didn’t question. Even though the anticipation had her on edge, she tried to
relax, considering this was the first time she’d ever ridden—or sat—in a
Jaguar. But it didn’t take long before she realized where they were headed. The
Langston Estate, which sprawled over hundreds of acres on the outskirts of
Houston. By the light of the moon, she saw thousands of monstrous wind turbines
scattered across the open plains. From an article she’d read, she knew the
young Mr. Langston was a pioneer in green technology. But seeing the proof only
made her like him even more.
Several miles before they reached the front gates, he
pressed a button and a voice came through the speakers.
“Yes, Mr. Langston.”
“Edward, is everything ready?”
“Yes sir. Just as you asked.”
“Thank you. We’ll be home in two.”
Scott must have sensed her question even before she asked.
“Edward is my butler. He keeps everything in order,
including me.”
The gates automatically opened when he turned into the drive
and closed immediately behind him. He parked in front of grand marble stairs
that led to double doors.
A man stood at the base of the stairs and started to walk
over to open her door, but Scott hurried to the passenger side and beat him to
it. He took her hand in his and helped her stand. Anxiety filled his gaze as he
spoke. “Cammie, my life is a complicated mess. The press hounds me on occasion
when they’ve got nothing better to do. I’m hoping something comes along soon
and they find someone else to annoy and leave me alone.” He sighed heavily and
his shoulders sagged. “If you walk through that door with me, it’s possible
you’ll become their next target,
if
they find out about you. I’ll do
everything in my power to prevent it. I can’t ask you to become a part of
this—”
She stopped his rambling by placing her fingers over his
lips. She couldn’t help thinking about how cute and vulnerable he looked at the
moment. “You don’t have to ask me anything. If you think the press scares me…”
She paused then stated honestly, “They do. I don’t envy you in the least. But
I’m not going to let that ruin something I think might be special.”
She caressed his cheek as she continued. “We’ve just begun
to get to know one another. Let’s start there and see where it goes. Okay?”
Scott captured her wrist and kissed her palm. Then he leaned
in and placed a kiss on her lips before he agreed. “Okay.”
If Edward noticed her state of undress or the fact she wore
Scott’s coat, he didn’t show it. “Evening, ma’am. We’ve anticipated your
arrival and Mary has made arrangements for your stay.”
Cammie looked at Scott, who shrugged. “Edward was the phone
call I made before we left.” He quickly took her hand and led her up the
stairs. He whispered close to her ear, “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”
Still, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t
the one walking around in a leather-studded bustier, a thong with a silver
chain up the ass, a pair of thigh-high stockings and bright-red stilettos. If
her outfit didn’t scream “hooker”, nothing did. She tried desperately not to
let her embarrassment show, but she knew from the heat in her cheeks they had
to be red.
The moment they crossed the threshold, a lovely petite woman
met them. Scott introduced her to the housekeeper, Mary. Cammie’s insides
fluttered as Scott led her up the main staircase. She’d never seen such a
magnificent home in her life. She tried not to stare but she couldn’t help it.
Her eyes darted in every direction, trying to soak it all in without looking as
if she was gawking.
“I thought we could use a moment to relax and refresh before
we dine.”
The invitation in his eyes made her tremble in anticipation.
He opened a door and guided her into one of the most beautiful rooms she’d ever
seen. He locked the door behind them and walked across the room to stand in an
open doorway. Waving his hand toward the door, he did a mock bow as he said,
“After you, my lady.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she entered the bathroom. For
a second she admired the oversized space, but it was the huge tub that caught
and held her attention. It sat in a raised area of the room as if it were the
main attraction. And in her opinion, it was.
Scott moved past her and sat on the tub’s edge. He grinned
as he started the bath, then pointed to a selection of luxury bubble baths on
the vanity—that he’d bought from
her
store. “Pick your favorite. Which
do you find to be the most relaxing scent?”
She walked to the counter and chose the purple bottle.
Handing it to him, she said, “Lavender is my favorite when I want to relax. But
it’s also a scent that stimulates the senses.”
He unscrewed the cap and poured a large portion into the
steady stream of hot water. The smell of lavender filled the air. “I don’t know
about that, but running you a bath is the best stimulation I can think of at
the moment.” He stood and guided her closer. “Scent or no scent,” his voice
turned husky as he unbuttoned his jacket and slid it off her, “seeing you
dressed in this has kept me
stimulated
all night.”
Scott cupped her breasts, running his thumbs across the bare
flesh above the bustier’s edge. His gaze darkened as his hands did a slow slide
from her breasts to her waist then to her behind. Tugged firmly against him,
she couldn’t miss his hard-on. His hands kneaded her ass while his mouth found
hers. Cammie wrapped her arms around his neck and savored his taste. She liked
the way he gripped her bottom and worked her flesh, the rub of the chain between
her cheeks making her wetter.
She was ready to take things to the next level. They’d toyed
with one another in the shop until she’d had an orgasm. But now she wanted
more. She wanted his cock.
Sliding a hand between them, Cammie fondled him through his
pants, abandoning their kiss to nip his bottom lip. His nostrils flared and she
loved the wild, gotta-have-sex-now look in his eyes. Though she hated breaking
the contact of his hands on her behind, she lowered to perch on the tub’s edge.
Cammie met and held his gaze as she undid his pants and
tugged his cock free. When she swirled her tongue around the swollen head,
Scott’s eyes closed and his fingers knotted in her hair. Quickly, she unzipped
the front of the bustier just enough to release her breasts—and rubbed his cock
between them.
His eyes flew open and his fingers tightened their grip.
She loved the control she had over him at the moment. Each
time the head popped up between her breasts, she flicked her tongue across the
slender slit.
His growl let her know she had him on the verge of coming.
Cammie shivered and her pussy dripped, ready for him to fuck her. She stood,
turned and bent forward, holding on to the tub for support. Shooting him a look
she hoped showed her need, she demanded, “Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
The sudden slap to her ass stung, causing her eyes to close
as she shook with excitement. His heat left her for a second as she heard the
distinct sound of a drawer rolling open—followed by a foil packet tearing. Then
his heat was back, and a taut tug of the chain brought it roughly against her
clit. Cammie moaned in delight.
Scott leaned over her, tugging the g-string chain with one
hand while fisting her hair in the other. “You like it rough?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Cammie groaned, rocking her clit against the metal.
The chain went slack, replaced by his probing fingers,
paving the way for his cock. When he pushed into her, she gasped, “Yes! Fuck
me. Fuck me
hard
!”
And Scott followed her command and fucked her. Hard.
His fingers dug into her hips with each thrust. Cammie met
his furious pace, groaning her pleasure each time he drove in deep. Several
powerful grinds brought her to her toes but she didn’t care. The harder he
fucked, the more she liked it. The occasional slap to her ass intensified the
building tension in her pussy and nearly sent her reeling into the orgasmic
abyss. She grappled for control. She wanted Scott to come with her.
But when his thumb circled her anus, it shredded her
resistance. She shook from head to toe as orgasm took over. Her pussy clenched
repeatedly as Scott pummeled into her one last time before his cock surged,
releasing his cum.
Breathing deeply, she tried to regain a measure of calm but
couldn’t, not with his cock still embedded inside her, his fingers toying
lazily with her clit.
Scott leaned over and whispered, “You’re amazing. And you
liked that bit of anal play, I think…”
Cammie didn’t get a chance to answer before his finger,
slick with her juices, toyed with that puckered entrance. Chills shot up her
spine and her knees weakened. He massaged gentle circles into her lower back
with his left hand while his finger eased
slowly
into her ass.
“Oh!” she groaned, pushing back against it, trying to take
in more.
Once his finger embedded deeply, he slid it gently back and
forth. “I get the feeling you
really
like this.”
“Yes,” Cammie admitted, hoarsely. “I’ve only done this to
myself with a dildo. Never a real cock.”
He pulled his finger free and leaned over her. “Maybe before
this night is through, you’ll get your wish.”
Scott stood, disposed of the condom, washed his hands then
shut the taps off before the tub overflowed. He turned her to face him,
grinning as he unzipped the bustier. “I think my lady deserves a soak in the
tub.”
“With you?” Cammie arched her brow.
“With me.”
Carefully he undressed her, brushing his hands along her
flesh and teasing her unmercifully. Even though she’d just had an orgasm, he
was gearing her up for another. Damn, he was good. When she stood naked before
him, he guided her into the tub then quickly stripped.
He wasn’t muscle-bound like some of the gym rats she’d seen,
but he wasn’t lacking either. “Lean and mean” described him best. Broad
shoulders, defined abs, great arms and legs—but it was his gorgeous cock that
she couldn’t resist touching. Cammie ran her fingers over its plump head, down
the firm shaft and cupped his balls. His strangled intake of air made her
smile.
Before he entered the tub, she had to have a taste. It was
only fair, considering how horny he made her, and if they were going to fuck
again, she needed to get him rock-hard. Leaning over the tub’s edge, she
tongued the slit in the mushroom-cap head and felt him tremble. She smiled
before taking him as deep as she possibly could then sucked hard while sliding back
before releasing his cock.
Scott grabbed her head and stated on a gasping breath,
“You’ve got a fantastic mouth. A little more of that and I’ll be hard as a
rock.”
She removed his hands from her head as she looked up at him.
“Get in the tub, Rexton Scott Langston the Fourth. I plan to
rock
your
world all night.”
Water splashed over the edge as he practically dove in.
Somehow he managed to keep from crushing her as he captured a nipple in his
teeth, gave it a quick tug then surfaced to attack her mouth. This was heaven.
Cammie loved the feel of him against her and the way he kissed, giving as much
pleasure as he took.
His semi-hard cock nestled against her lower abdomen,
thrilling her to the core. She spread her legs and wiggled, sending more water
over the edge while positioning him for entrance. She held his cock and rubbed
it back and forth along her slit until he was hard and ready.
Cammie broke from his kiss, panting. “Can you reach the
condoms? I want you to fuck me again.”
“Yeah, baby. Hold that thought.” He eased from her grip and
got out of the tub, not caring about the water dripping off him as he rushed to
the vanity. Thanks to the wet tile floor, he slipped but managed not to fall.
“Talk about graceful, huh?” he quipped, and she laughed.
He pulled a rather large box of condoms from the drawer. She
arched an eyebrow. “Umm, something you’re not telling me about your
never-ending stamina?”
Scott shrugged with a grin. “They were a birthday gift from
Lex, my head of security. He’s been basically my best friend since I hired him.
He gave them to me as a joke. I work too much and haven’t taken the time for a
personal life. It seemed every time I even thought about dating, the press
ruined it before the relationship got off the ground so I quit even trying—until
you.”
Scott leveled a seriously heated gaze on her as he worked a
condom out of the box. “I haven’t dated anyone in over two years. Hell, as a
man, I hate to admit the last time I had sex that
wasn’t
with my hand
was at least that long, as well. It’s really not good for the ego.” The smile
he gave her made her hornier than ever.