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
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