Silken Seduction Tara Nina Selling her jewelry designs is on the top of Temair O’Hara’s agenda. That is, until sexy Brit Evan Lyndsay stops by her booth at the trade show and sets off a series of fantasies that leave Temair breathless. Sure, she wants him to recognize her talent as an artist. A contract with his company would make all her professional dreams come true. But after a few heated exchanges, she begins to realize he may have designs on her for reasons other than her talent. And that would be just fine with her. If he weren’t so much younger. Evan has a thing for sexy feet and legs. A big thing. And one woman in particular has a set that sends his libido into overdrive. But she seems reluctant to see in herself all that he does. Perhaps some special attention to the area he loves will loosen her up and make her open to all he has to offer. Because now that he’s had her in his bed, he has no plans to let her go.
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SILKEN SEDUCTION Tara Nina
Dedication My heartfelt thanks go to Grace Bradley, who has the patience of an angel. Her guidance continues to make me a better author. This story is based on a particular muse who crossed my path several years ago. Without whom, my imagination would not have created Silken Seduction. Thank you. And thank you to all the muses who touch authors’ imaginations. A great muse equals a delectably delicious story.
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Chapter One It was just another trade show until he walked in. Tall and lean with stylish good looks, the man stood out in the crowd. Temair’s pulse increased, but it was his eyes that stole her breath. Deep, soulful, wisdom-filled eyes of a dazzling shade of sexy light blue. When he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks weakened her knees. He sported a clean-shaven head and face, with the exception of a dark soul patch beneath his lower lip, which made her wonder if he knew how to use it in all the right places. She glanced away, trying to halt the sudden flood of naughty thoughts traipsing through her head. Temair had difficulty focusing on the task of arranging her display. His presence in the room controlled the direction of her subtle glances, no matter how hard she tried to keep from looking his way. It had been a long time since anyone sparked her sexual interest, and she kind of liked the renewed sensation of pure, unadulterated lust at first sight. Damn, the man looked that good. She licked her lower lip in a nervous attempt to wet it, without removing the remnants of her lipstick. Unable to resist, Temair lifted her gaze and stalled in her movements. When their eyes locked for a split second across a sea of other business-attired women, moisture dampened her panties for the first time in months. Oh god, was he actually giving her a sly smile? Had he read her thoughts? Temair cast her gaze downward. Both hands trembled as she tried to complete the task of organizing her display. Don’t be silly, the annoying voice at the base of her brain whispered in the tone of her ex-boyfriend. With all the glamorous people in the room, he couldn’t possibly be seeing her as anything other than a trade-show professional. Shallow as it seemed to her, in this business, appearance could make or break you. Most of the women were young, thin and attractive, leaving Temair in a Rubenesque class all to herself. Forty-plus sucked. Not to mention she was without a man in her life. Getting rid of her last boyfriend had been the best decision for her sanity’s sake. Determined not to think of that situation now, she forced her focus on the agenda she’d planned in her head. Meet and greet as many potential clients, salespersons and business figures she could possibly reach within the limit of the three-day event. This was the biggest jewelry showcase of the season. The Accessories-Holiday and Resort Collection Show was being held at the Javits Center in New York City. Vendors attended from around the globe in hopes of landing the right contacts to place their latest line of designs in the biggest houses. And she was no exception. Her little shop in
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SoHo desperately needed the publicity boost landing a high-profile client or contract would bring. In a room full of industry professionals aching to be the next best thing in fashion jewelry, Evan Lyndsay was the bait in the goldfish bowl. The buzz around the trade show was that getting your stuff in his hands could increase your business tenfold. Lagging sales had her in dire need of his expertise. One sideways glimpse of him made her wonder if it was his business advice she needed to sample. If the increased beat of her heart were any indication, she doubted it. A split-second fantasy image of his long, lean male form, naked and ready, shot through her thoughts and sent a shiver straight to her core, reinforcing her indecision in the matter of professional interest versus sexual. Temair tightened her thighs as tiny tremors teased her inner muscles. Damn. She bit her lower lip. Had it been that long since she’d been laid? Come to think of it… She rolled her eyes upward. It had been over a year since she’d had a real cock nestled deep. The way her body reacted to a simple glimpse had her on edge. God, was she that pathetic? Focus. She shouted the inward command, wrapping a fragile net of control around her carnal thoughts. Evan Lyndsay was not the goal. Getting laid was not the objective either. Making a name for herself in the cutthroat world of the jewelry biz topped her agenda. Yet, she couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding in his direction. It didn’t surprise her that the man himself made the trek from the UK to attend this function. She’d seen him at a prior convention over a year ago, but never had the opportunity to meet him. His company was up-and-coming, pushing the envelope in the latest jewelry designs, and pulling in new talent was the best way to lunge ahead of the competition. If only she could be that talent. She watched as each step he took another fish clamored for his attention, which kept him in sight, but inaccessible. It wasn’t in her nature to shove her way to the front or through a crowd. Temair chewed the inside of her lower lip. The bottom line of her business was in the red. Being nonaggressive got a person nowhere in this world. She huffed. Meek individuals were doormats and she was tired of going unnoticed. Her designs were worthy of the finest department stores. Determination to get them there set in as she straightened her spine. Her talents deserved a chance. What she lacked were the looks and self-confidence to make it happen. Don’t think like that, Temair silently chided herself. But the echoes of repeated discouragements from the man she’d wasted years with attempted to resurface. Temair turned on her heels, faced the wall, and squeezed her eyes shut tight against the unwanted onslaught of past memories. This was not the time or the place. In her book, thinking of that man was never good for her self-esteem.
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She lifted her shoulders, forced the thoughts from her mind and returned to the task of placing her jewels on display. A glimpse in the mirrored glass wall and her confidence was restored. The body in the reflection may not be model thin, but ample curves weren’t a bad thing. She smiled and straightened her skirt. Being without that man’s constant belittlement made her more at ease and comfortable with her womanly figure. He was wrong. She wasn’t undesirable. Temair ran her tongue along her lower lip, wetting the cherry-red color to perfection. Being without him was the best thing for the old self-esteem. She snorted as she placed the last of her display together. A knot formed in her gut as she mentally tried to convince herself she was the successful, desirable woman she wanted to portray at this convention. Damn. Temair sighed, closed her eyes and issued a silent prayer. The words of her best friend Lisanne reiterated in her brain. You can do this. Don’t let his negativity back into your life. You are strong, talented and beautiful. Coming from Lisanne, those words meant a lot. In her opinion, Lisanne was one of the most down-to-earth beautiful people she knew. Men’s heads turned when they were anywhere together and Temair knew they weren’t looking at her. It was the robust, sexy aura of the tall, slender brunette with red highlights, and the brightest brown eyes filled with life and a brilliant smile that had their attention. Lisanne was the total package. And she believed in Temair. Staring at a strand of blue beads, Temair couldn’t help but sense pride in her work. Her creativity sprang to life the moment she crawled out from under the dark cloud that had stifled her for way too long. That thought made her insides twitter. These were the best creations she’d ever done. She sighed as she locked the glass door on her tabletop display. Strength sizzled through her veins and she was glad she’d spent the money, time and effort she had in preparing for this convention. She put in weeks designing this line and choreographing the display, right down to the shape of her own body. She knew what she needed to do to make sure the top buyers stopped by her booth. Everything about her display had to stand out—including herself. Temair caught another glimpse of her reflection and realized just how large her chest appeared to be in this outfit. Thank god for support bras and the fact many men liked breasts. She smiled. Smoothing the front of her skirt, she wished she’d been able to trim more off her middle with the diet and exercise program she’d followed. But at least her legs looked great. She allowed herself that little accolade for all her hours of hard work in the gym. Though she wasn’t sure how she was going to pay it off, she was glad she’d stretched her credit card and splurged on a few new outfits. Today’s choice—a black leather skirt, a low-cut blouse of black-and-white stripes, which tied at the waist and accentuated her full bosom, and a pair of four-inch, high-heeled leather spikes. Since she normally wore flats, these took some getting used to in order to even walk, much less appear graceful. 8
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A strand of pearls stood out against the light tan she managed to get at the tanning salon the week before the show. She ran her fingers across the strand. Pearls added a hint of class in her opinion. At least that’s what she’d thought when she chose them over one of her own funky designs. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of him. Slow and deliberate, he seemed to be working his way toward her like a jungle cat on the prowl. The thought of Evan Lyndsay as a hunky predator and she his prey created an image of her pinned beneath him, naked and ready. Temair gave herself a quick shake, trying not to surrender control to the unusually hot thought. She blinked. Was it a slim hope a man of his stature would be interested in her work? Due to the rapid thump of her pulse and the sudden naughty thoughts flipping through her brain, Temair realized it definitely wasn’t his professional guidance that captivated her senses. With Lisanne running the shop, Temair was able to attend the convention without worry. She knew the shop was in good hands. There was no reason she shouldn’t remain focused on the goal of capturing the attention of a big house for her jewelry line. There was no rational reason she could think of that Evan Lyndsay’s house wasn’t a possibility for her product. No reason except for one. She lifted her gaze and her jaw tightened. An ominous presence snaking through the crowd threatened her success. Graceful, lean and with a body to rival that of any cover model, Deidre Delany stepped into his path. Should have known she’d be here. Temair rolled her eyes to the ceiling and issued a silent prayer. Just once, God, could you make her miss a trade show, trip and land on her face or something, just once? Deidre’s jet-black hair was loose, cascading to mid-back and her dark, tailored suit accentuated the fine lines of her shape. That woman just didn’t quit. She got what she wanted no matter what or who she stepped on. No wonder her designs were being displayed on a Times Square billboard. Temair refused to let that bother her now. Jealousy was not a normal reaction for Temair and it surprised her. But for some reason, watching Deidre in action with a man whose presence had her body humming made her back straighten and shoulders lift, jutting her breasts forward even more. What was she thinking? Temair shivered, trying to shake off the unwarranted sensation and turned her back to the pair in the center of the room. She had no right to feel jealous. Hell, she hadn’t even met him. And yet there was something about the man that tugged at a raw, untapped hunger inside her. A mystery she ached to explore, but didn’t know how or why she even felt that way. For ten years she’d been with the same man trapped in a blah, sexual routine. He was always on top. Missionary or nothing was his style. But now—she peeked at the man captured by Deidre’s persistence—Temair was wondering for the first time since her breakup, what it would be like to have sex with another man. Could she even be naked in front of someone else? Especially a younger man?
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Don’t go there, girlfriend. Concentrate on business. Think jewelry, designs, think stones. Oh great, that was a good one. She rolled her eyes upward as the image of a pair of scrumptious male balls flashed inside her head, making her mouth water in anticipation of tasting the salt from the velvet sac encasing them. Damn, girl, you need to get laid. No. She shook her head. What she needed was to focus on the goal and not some hot-looking, younger man. She fidgeted with the display until she absently knocked the stack of business cards from the corner of the table to the floor. Temair knelt, gathered the cards and as she stood, her blood heated. A presence hovered behind her and without turning, she knew who it was. The man exuded sexual prowess. Or was it just her being overly horny? Not sure which, she took a deep breath, held her shoulders up, chin tilted and turned as gracefully, and as sensually, as she could on four-inch, spiked leather heels. Time seemed to stop. The scope of her vision narrowed to just the man in front of her. Everyone else in the Javits Center faded into nothingness. It was as if they were surrounded in a bubble that held only the two of them, and no one else mattered. The sensation of being caressed coated her skin. She followed his slow perusal from her red-painted toenails, up her calves to the leather-clad length of her thighs. She noted the subtle dilation of his pupils as he gazed up and down her legs once more, before lifting his gaze to the low plunge of her cleavage, then finally met her eyes. The blatantly seductive gaze should have offended her, but it didn’t. The look disappeared as quickly as he had gifted her with it. But the effect lingered. Her nipples were marble hard and her vaginal muscles tightened. Oh god, she hoped he didn’t know what he’d done to her with just a look. “Hello, I’m Evan Lyndsay.” The soft-spoken, erotic timbre of his English accent rolled over her, sending a wave of lust through her body. Even the sound of his voice controlled her senses without even trying. Temair swallowed hard, dampened her lower lip with her tongue and prayed she hadn’t just licked off the last of her lipstick. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lyndsay. I’m Temair O’Hara,” she managed to eke out of her dry throat as she accepted his extended hand in a formal shake. “Of O’Hara Designs.” “I know.” He knew? Evan Lyndsay had heard of her? If her hand wasn’t still in his, she probably would have stumbled. The warmth of his touch filtered into her system and emboldened her self-esteem. Leveling her gaze dead on his, she allowed a smile to grace her lips, as purely sexual thoughts of things she’d like to do to him exploded in her brain. “I’m impressed.” The words came out huskier than she intended in her sweet Southern drawl on a soft whisper. Unable to stop, her gaze slid down his body in a slow, hungry perusal, only to return in a matter of seconds to meet his hooded stare. 10
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“So am I,” he stated, giving her a tempting little smile, which added to her desire to tickle that hot soul patch beneath his lower lip. Instantly, she missed the heat of his touch when he released her hand and reached into his inside jacket pocket. “My card,” he said as he took a moment to slide his gaze up and down her body once more, before he continued. “Hopefully, we’ll get together before the show is over.” On reflex, she handed him one of hers. With a debonair tip of his head he added, “If you’ll excuse me…” A sense of loss filled her the moment he turned and walked away. What had he done to her? All she could do for a matter of long seconds was stare, watching him examine other displays. Temair gave herself a good inner shake, forcing control over the ludicrous thoughts flaring to life in her head. The man hadn’t placed a spell on you, she snapped at her reflection. You’re just horny! The echo of the unspoken words reverberated in her brain. Not wanting to look like some stupid idiot fawning over him, she gathered her resolve and returned to meeting and greeting other individuals attending the convention. After all, he wasn’t the only other person there. But you would have thought he was with the way her eyes kept locating him in the convention center, even though she tried to keep her mind on her work. One thing Temair noticed throughout the rest of the afternoon was that occasionally his subtle glances graced her legs. He averted his gaze each time she caught him looking. Was she imaging the sensation of his desire from across the crowded room? Nah. She shook her head. It had to be her imagination. What would a gorgeous younger man want with a middle-aged, Rubenesque woman? Then again, she smiled to herself, there was so much more she had to offer than a stick-figured woman with a flat chest. Temair fingered her pearls and glanced down at her endowment. Yep, being of ample bosom was a plus. She smiled then turned to answer a question of a curious patron.
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Chapter Two By the time the first day came to a close, Temair was exhausted. It was late and her legs ached with every step. Who knew wearing spiked heels all day gave the legs such a workout? Out of habit, Temair checked the gate that had been slid down over the outside of her shop to make sure it was secure. She walked to the door that led to the stairwell to her apartment above the shop and unlocked it. She stopped inside the entranceway and locked the door behind her. After slipping off her shoes, she carried them and the lockbox of jewelry from her display up the flight of stairs to her onebedroom home. Total fatigue set in once she made it through the apartment door and locked it behind her. All she wanted was a shower and bed. She set the lockbox on the kitchen counter, walked across the living area and into her bedroom, tossing her shoes into the open closet. The only thing she didn’t like about her small apartment was the location of the bathroom. Anyone who visited had to walk through her bedroom to reach it. But this place was hers and hers alone. And best of all, it was above her shop, making it convenient and efficient for work. This being her first event at the Javits Center, she had no idea the place was so huge. Hundreds of people attended the event, from the curious onlooker to the serious buyer checking out the latest designs that might possibly fit the lines of their companies. She had several nibbles from two of the smaller chains, and one in-depth conversation with a buyer from a new franchise, but nothing lucrative. With the amount of people at the convention, the air-conditioning became overtaxed, and the sheer size of the building made it fail at maintaining a level of comfort. In hindsight, she decided leather wasn’t the wisest of selections to wear. Both thighs maintained a minute level of perspiration throughout the latter part of the day. The leather seemed stuck to her skin, causing her to have to peel the skirt from her body. Inch by slow inch, she tugged it down her hips. Temair wiggled and pushed until she managed to free her flesh from the tight garment. The whoosh of the skirt as it slithered down her legs seemed unusually loud. A distinctive scent of warm leather mixed with her own faint feminine smell tickled her nose. An image of black leather pants on a certain Evan Lyndsay flashed in her head. Would he wear them? Was he the type? She entertained the idea as she unzipped the side of her blouse and shimmied out of it. What would it be like to unzip him in a slow, seductive manner? An uncontrollable smile tugged at her lips as she continued to fantasize. Would he like having her on her knees before him, undressing him, peeling tight leather from his hips,
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down his legs, and setting his cock free? Would the scent of leather cling to his skin as it did hers? What teased her senses the most—would she taste it on his skin? A tentative tongue brushed across her lips as if she tried hard enough she could actually taste him there. She unclasped the string of pearls from around her neck, and couldn’t help but think of sex, and another style of pearl necklace. The thought of Evan’s cock gifting her with his juices made her insides quiver. Closing her eyes, shutting out the tired reflection in the mirror, she wondered when she’d become such a sexual deviate. Never had she had such a time controlling her thoughts. On and off all day, some form of naughty inspiration played in her head, and the only thing that was repetitive in each vision was the male participant. What had he done to her? One meeting and his essence engraved itself upon her brain. Temair’s breathing increased and her breasts swelled tight against the full-figured cups of her bra. In a well-practiced move, she reached behind, unfastened her black lace bra, setting her breasts loose from their confinement. Why society’s rules proclaimed proper women should wear bras was beyond her. Her breasts liked their freedom. Cupping each, she massaged the tender globes and thumbed the sensitive nipples in a comforting caress that easily heightened her already turned-on state. Dropping her hands to her hips, she hitched her thumbs under the thin straps of the black lace thong, slipped it down her legs and stepped out of it. Now there was another piece of clothing she didn’t understand. It was the closest she’d ever come to going commando. With the slim amount of material used in its design, it was almost as good as going naked. Then again, she held it up and caught a hint of her own scent. It was a sexy little garment, if she did say so herself. Maybe Lisanne was right. Sexy undergarments and hot leather did heighten the sensitivity of the skin. With every move she made today, the bra and matching thong caressed her secretly in all the right places. And the snug leather skirt cradled her bottom and thighs in a sensual hug. On second thought, she decided she liked the secret sexual thrill it gave her to wear it. If this trade show paid off and she landed a decent-paying contract, she planned to add more leather and silk to her wardrobe and stop dressing for practicality purposes. After all, she was a woman, and women deserved to enjoy their femininity. Hearing the wise words of Lisanne in her head made her smile. Lisanne was good for her. The woman did know how to enjoy life and sex to the fullest. Staring at a set of tired green eyes in the mirror, Temair ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, light-brown hair and admired the blonde highlights she’d let Lisanne put in. It truly did make a difference in her appearance. If Evan Lyndsay saw her now, he probably wouldn’t look at her twice. She stared at the exhausted reflection and couldn’t help but notice how much it showed her age. A new little wrinkle here, an age spot there. Nothing could hide the tiny crow’s feet at the
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corners of her eyes and the dark circles underneath brought on by the strain of the day. Just another gift from Mother Nature that came with age. Temair huffed. She gathered her clothes from the floor and tossed them into the hamper. The leather skirt she hung on the hook on the back of the door with the intent of dropping it at the cleaners, along with her other dress clothes, come Monday morning after the end of the show. The moment the water was hot, she stepped inside the tub and tugged the curtain closed. Moist heat coated her skin and sent chills scurrying up and down her arms. Mmm, how the thought of a man in snug leather pants had her senses elevated. Her eyes squeezed tight as she tried to push the thought out of her head. It wouldn’t do to think of him as anything but another professional. A man his age wouldn’t be interested in an over-the-hill woman such as herself. She was determined to command the direction of her tired brain waves, even though every ounce of conscious thought begged for the excitement of the fantasy. Temair wet her hair then filled her palm with shampoo. Thick cream pooled in her hand. She stared at the creamy liquid as the fantasy commandeered all thought. Her resolve was defeated as all gray matter sizzled for sex. Would his cock be easy to coax into giving her its gift? No, a man like Evan Lyndsay would take some time to please. Visions of her on her knees, teasing him with her tongue, her lips and her mouth, flashed on the big screen inside her head. What would it take to earn his pleasure? Oh god! Temair shook all over. She had to stop thinking of him as some sex toy. Thrashing her hands into her hair, she worked the shampoo into a lather and scrubbed until her scalp tingled. At this level of sexual frustration, she’d be bald in no time. Bald wasn’t bad on him. It added to his appearance and made his eyes stand out. Her mind seemed determined to focus on the subject of her desires, even though she tried desperately to fight it. After all she was probably old enough to be his moth— She stumbled over the thought and decided she was more along the age line of a young aunt. Temair laughed at her uptightness over the age gap. It really didn’t matter. This was simply a fantasy, a figment of her lusty imagination. It wasn’t as if it was really ever going to happen. Leaning into the shower stream, she relaxed. She couldn’t get those eyes out of her mind—deep soulful eyes that held secrets. The idea of what those sexual secrets might be made her smile, and had her sex clenched in anticipation. She kept her eyes closed and relinquished control of her thoughts, focusing on the man who ignited this slow burn within her. Soap in hand, she lathered her chest, taking her time to suds each breast and massage each nipple to full attention. Consistent rolling of her nipples between her fingertips made her breathing increase as the vision of his eyes lingered behind her closed lids. The thought of that little patch of fluff beneath his lower lip brushing her sensitive nipples nearly made her come.
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Would it be feather soft or bristle rough? Either way the thought made her tremble. Temair pressed her back against the tile and tightened her thighs together for support. Chin tilted into the spray of water, she rinsed the soap from her hair and body. Each touch heightened her need and increased the pressure building in her sex. God, it had been way too long since she’d been laid. Imagination at full throttle, her hands became his hands. Her touch was his touch. Slow, tender caresses slid from her hair, down her neck to her breasts, and lingered on her nipples, twirling and tugging them into taut pinnacles. Inch by inch, she trailed the length of her abdomen with featherlight, fingertip touches to the clean-shaven playground between her thighs. Damn, she was hot and horny. Being this turned-on, thinking of those powerful, controlling light-blue eyes, Temair knew her fingers wouldn’t be enough. Not now. Both legs shook as she shut off the water, climbed out of the tub, and grabbed a towel. The brush of the cotton across her breasts sent shivers down her abdomen, causing her inner muscles to knot. In a haphazard fashion, she tucked the towel around her, not bothering to dry off. Wet footprints trailed her to the bed. Temair opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table and retrieved the birthday gift Lisanne had given her. When she’d first opened it, she was astonished at its size. Never had she seen nor held a vibrator before then, but over the past month, she and it became old acquaintances. Forgotten, the towel dropped to her feet as she folded back the covers and crawled under. Eyes closed, she thought only of a sensual younger man dressed all in black. Sleek head, great smile, adorable dimples, and a set of eyes it would be a pleasure to look into from any direction—up, down, over the shoulder. Oh god, she was hot. Thinking of those eyes, her breathing increased as she turned the end of the vibrator and a low, familiar hum whispered from beneath the sheets. Her nipples instantly puckered, her abdomen tightened, and she knew this wouldn’t take long. On her back, she opened her legs and guided her automatic friend downward— teasing her hard nipples, rolling slowly along her pliant stomach, and then tickling the sensitive skin of her navel. The moment the tremble of the tip entered the tiny orifice, her clit quivered as if the two were connected by an invisible cord of electrical current. Moisture coated her sex as a low moan escaped. Pure need led the vibrator home. In and out she caressed herself, over and over, with the pulsating battery-operated cock. With each pass, she came near but did not touch her clit, causing the pressure within her to escalate. Her pulse rose and her breathing became stilted and shallow. Over the past month, she learned what turned her on, and what it took to make her come. Envisioning Evan’s face, she imagined what it might feel like to have him tickle her bud with that sensual soul patch. At the same time, she gave in to her body’s demands and shifted the vibrator up the slender slit to touch the center of her ache. 15
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Electrified energy burst through her as the orgasm took control, halting her breath and releasing her inner juices to coat her hand and her magical friend. Temair rolled onto her stomach as the last wave of pressure washed through her pelvic region. That had to be the best orgasm she’d ever achieved alone. But she had to admit, Evan’s image helped. With a smile on her face, she snuggled into the covers and wrapped her arms around her pillow, leaving her little friend nestled between her lower lips, turned on low, and still humming. The light vibrations lulled her to sleep as a vision of pure, male sex wrapped in a sensual, younger man package filled her dreams.
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Chapter Three Temair woke the next morning to the sound of the local radio station blaring from her alarm clock. A lazy hand slapped at the snooze button at the same time she pried her eyes open. Face buried in the pillow, remnants of her dreams warmed her soul and made her insides tingle. The sensation of something hard between her thighs made her sit upright. Her vibrator lay on the bed, dead. Temair couldn’t help but laugh. She’d finally managed to outlast the battery that claimed it never ran out. One glance at the clock and she knew she needed to get moving. She promised to meet Lisanne for breakfast before the trade show.
***** “Would you look at you,” Lisanne exclaimed as Temair walked into the diner and over to the booth. “Told you red was a perfect color for a power suit.” “Thanks,” Temair said, setting the lockbox on the seat and sliding it over as she positioned herself at the table across from Lisanne. “If you only knew what I had to do to keep this skirt seamless.” “No panties and sheer hose.” Lisanne’s raised-eyebrow look and teasing tone caused Temair to blush slightly. The fact her friend guessed didn’t shock her. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, I have to admit it does,” she replied with a smile. It wasn’t nearly as comforting as the snug leather felt on her bottom. But the ultra-sheer pantyhose did cradle her skin in a more sensual, featherlight caress. “Okay, dish,” Lisanne stated on a laugh. “How’d it go yesterday? Any luck?” “I met buyers from two of the smaller distributors. But they didn’t show much interest.” Temair nodded her thanks to the waitress as she filled the coffee cup. “A representative from that new Zen line liked the detailed use of gemstones in my designs, but didn’t say anything more than that.” While Lisanne placed her order, Temair debated discussing the unusual interest she had in Evan then decided against it. That would be all she needed right now, for her friend to push her into doing something she wasn’t sure she was ready to do…pursue a younger man. Just the thought made her sit up straighter in her seat as she gave the waitress her usual order of fresh fruit, yogurt and whole wheat toast, dry, no butter. “Meet any fascinating people?” Lisanne rattled on as she flipped open the paper. “According to this article, over two thousand people attended the first afternoon of the
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event, and triple that is anticipated for today. It seems to be the biggest highlight of the town since fashion week.” “I met a few,” Temair said as one in particular sprang to mind. She sipped her coffee then continued. “The usual convention junkies were there. You know the ones who browse and never buy.” A low whistle filtered from behind the paper before Lisanne spoke. “Remember that buyer we read about in the Jewelers Reward trade paper who’s taking the UK by storm?” Before Temair could answer, Lisanne continued as she flipped and folded the paper in her hand. “Seems Deidre Delany’s planning to take him by storm.” When Lisanne handed the paper to her, folded neatly to the article, Deidre’s smiling face couldn’t be missed as she stood with her arm hooked in Evan Lyndsay’s in the black-and-white press photo. A knot formed in Temair’s gut and her jaw tightened. “It appears that way,” she managed to eke out through the constriction in her throat. Most press photos were not flattering, but his stood out. Those soulful eyes caught and held her attention. What was he doing with Deidre? Worst of all, why did she care? This wasn’t right. She rolled her eyes upward as she took a deep breath. She laid the paper on the table with the picture turned down. It wasn’t Deidre’s presence so much as it was the deep, erotic lure of his eyes. Just looking at them made her shift in her seat. Get a grip, her inner voice whispered. After taking a gulp of her coffee, Temair forced her focus on her best friend’s morning chatter. It took a great deal of effort to tamp down the envy knotted in her chest against Deidre and her presence with Evan in that picture. This confused her. Why did she care? He wasn’t hers. Temair took a deep breath and forced herself to calm. It was best if she didn’t think of him anymore. She turned their talk to the shop and what the day’s total sales had been, to the weather, to anything other than the trade show, Deidre and Evan Lyndsay.
***** Breakfast lasted a bit longer than she had meant, thus making her have to hurry through the Javits Center to the location of the pre-day panel. This was set up on the third floor and started at eight, before the ten a.m. opening of the doors to the public. Several of the industry’s biggest buyers were scheduled to appear. The agenda stated they would discuss and take questions pertaining to what they were considering for their new lines. When she arrived, there was very little seating left with the exception of one or two vacancies down front. Temair was grateful the air-conditioning was working, otherwise she would have been a big sweat ball walking down the center aisle in front of all the
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others to take a seat. A quick glance around and she realized she was the only woman dressed in red. Was it a mistake to dress so bright in a world of dark-colored suits? Chin lifted, she caught the gaze of one of the panel members seated at the table on the dais in the front of the room. It shouldn’t have surprised her Evan had been added to the discussion forum. His company was sought after by a vast majority of the jewelry designers at this event. Focused on those eyes, she straightened and put on an air of confidence she definitely didn’t feel, and walked as gracefully as possible on her red, high-heeled mules to the chair at the end of the front row, against the wall. The soft whisper of the hose as she walked caught her attention over the buzz of the chatter in the room. To her, each step was deafening and she hoped no one else noticed. But someone else did. She caught the subtle movement as his eyes left hers and dropped to her feet to trail slowly back up to her face. His wicked smile and heated gaze lasted for a split second before he slid the mask of professionalism back into place. Had she seen what she thought she saw? Did he just caress her legs with his eyes? Curiosity-laced excitement coiled in her center and sent tingly sensations to pool in her pussy. Every ounce of her knew what she’d seen. That one look made her tighten her thighs against the shivers of her inner muscles as she sat, crossing her legs at the ankles. What kind of spell had he cast to make her body react in such a fashion with just a simple look? Was she misreading the suggestions in his eyes? She had been off the dating market for some time. Had the signs and signals changed? Weren’t these things done with a text message these days, and not through suggestive looks and touches? A quick glance at him and she hoped not. Each time she shifted position she noticed his subtle glances her way. Temair turned at an angle in the seat in order to face the panel at a better view, crossed her legs and watched his face. She saw him glance at her legs, swallow hard then look up at the ceiling, as if issuing a silent prayer, before deliberately focusing on the opposite end of the dais on the pretense of listening to another speaker. An uncontrollable smile tugged at her lips as the realization of an unfamiliar power surfaced. The man liked legs. And from what she saw when she entered, hers were one of the few visible pairs in the large conference room. Thank god she’d visited the gym on a regular basis prior to this convention. Her legs were in no means the best of shape, but they weren’t the worst either. At the moment, it didn’t hurt they were sheathed in a pair of soft, sheer hosiery. With each stolen glance he passed her way, Temair felt more empowered and her self-confidence rose. This was the longest hour of her life. Teasing him had not been intentional when she entered the room. But it increased the level of naughtiness running through her blood and urged her to exhibit just a little more leg with each shift in her seat.
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By the end of the panel discussion, she couldn’t repeat what was said for the life of her. And hopefully, no one would ask what she’d learned. It was no one else’s business. She’d discovered something that had her insides twisted with excitement. She knew a secret about Evan Lyndsay, or at least she hoped she did. If not, it had been fun on her part fantasizing that his gaze was caressing her legs. Temair took her time as she stood, straightened her skirt, picked up her lockbox and turned to leave. The procession from the room was slow, and due to her location at the front, she was one of the last in line to leave. A warm hand cupped her elbow and stopped her in her tracks with a few whispered words, in a low, husky, accented voice. “May I have a word with you?” Instant heat simmered through her and landed in her pelvis, making it difficult to walk and not wobble on those heels. Chills scurried across every molecule of her flesh, and it was all she could do to muster enough moisture in her mouth to reply as calmly as she could, “Of course.” She stepped to the side and let others pass. A few moments alone with him might take the edge off this frustrating, teenage-girl-like crush she decided she had for this man. Maybe talking to him, getting to know him would cool her libido down a degree or two. Temair eased toward the dais, set her lockbox on it, turned and leaned her bottom against the platform. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she grasped the edge for support as she faced the object of her most intimate dream. Her insides quaked. What did he have to say to her? What would she say to him? God, this was awkward. She nibbled the corner of her lower lip. The air seemed to leave the room as he settled next to her. He left a respectable gap between them. Close enough to inhale his scent and feel his heat, but not close enough to touch. “Ms. O’Hara.” His tongue darted across his lower lip. Temair swallowed hard. Did he know what he was doing to her? “Your talents intrigue me.” Not sure if she did it out of nervousness or just the desire to test her theory, she inched up onto the dais, got comfortable and crossed her legs, letting the red leather, high-heeled mule dangle from her foot. She heard the subtle hitch in his breath, and caught the not-too-subtle stare at her foot, as if the tiny bounce of her shoe was the most fascinating show in town. The smile that graced her lips couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. Raw power sizzled through her veins and for a moment, she was in control. As soft and sexy as she could make her voice sound, she asked, “My talents, Mr. Lyndsay?” “Among other things,” he added as he met her gaze. The predatory look he gave her sent lightning bolts straight to her pussy, but she refused to let him see the way he shook her up inside. Instead, she sat straight with her eyes leveled on his and accepted his unspoken challenge. If he wanted to play, then so could she. What harm would it do to tease a man—a younger man at that?
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“Other things?” she asked in the most provocative tone she could manage and still breathe, while looking into those mind-boggling eyes. Temair leaned forward, accentuating the full curve of her breasts and achieved a small victory. His gaze immediately dropped to her cleavage as she continued. “Are you interested in seeing my…” she paused for effect before stating on a husky breath, “designs?” His eyes seemed to darken with desire as they lifted to meet hers and she damn near melted on the spot. She was playing with fire and wasn’t sure if she could handle it. There wasn’t one quivering ounce of her that intended to let him know of her insecurities. She liked this game. Never had she been so turned-on without even being touched. His eyes extended a promise she hoped desperately he would keep. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement by the doorway at the far end of the conference room. Temair straightened at the same moment Evan slid back into business mode. His hooded gaze shifted to normal, but not before one last quick perusal of her legs from toe to the apex of her thighs. She swallowed hard when his cool stare captured hers with a secret heat that made her tremble inwardly, all the way to her painted toenails. Before Deidre got close enough to interrupt or overhear, Evan quietly asked for her number, which he jotted on the back of one of his cards and tucked into his inside jacket pocket. “Until later,” he stated with a nod as he stood and met Deidre midway. Deidre shot menacing glares her way as Evan escorted her out. Not one of which penetrated the phenomenal sensation that encapsulated Temair’s soul. Her spirits were set on high and not even Deidre would bring her down. A younger man showed an interest in her. Not just any younger man, but one of the hottest, sexiest men she had met in a long time. Damn, what was she going to do about it? Temair gathered her wits and forced her legs not to wobble when she stood. She’d given him her cell phone number. If he called—well, she’d worry about it then. If he called.
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Chapter Four Luck was on her side. One of the biggest jewelry brokerages visited her booth and requested a future meeting with her after the trade show was over. It may or may not lead to a contract, but this was the closest she’d ever come to getting her foot in the door. If just one of them commissioned her work, the notoriety would boost her sales and bring much-needed publicity for her shop. Temair studied her reflection in her competitor’s floor-length mirror. Red was a good color for her after all. Feeling pretty had her acting pretty, and it didn’t hurt her ego had gotten a little boost in the form of a few spoken words from a younger man. She made sure she spoke to every person who walked anywhere near her booth and drew them in for a closer look at her designs. This got her several requests for different pieces of her work. By mid-afternoon, she had a file stuffed with business cards, information from a couple of buyers from the west coast, and eight order forms complete with partial payments for three of her favorite pieces. For the first time in five hours, she sat. Her feet throbbed, but it was a good throb. She smiled as she secretly slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet underneath the table at her booth. The ring of her cell phone interrupted her moment of rest. Sitting up, she answered, “Hello.” “If it wouldn’t cause a scandal, I’d help relieve your pain.” His London accent made the words sound even sexier as they filtered through the phone. Temair straightened. He was watching her. Instant moisture pooled between her thighs. This was exciting, knowing he watched her, knowing he liked what she was doing under the table to her feet, and knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “There’s always later,” she replied as she hitched one foot up onto her other thigh and deliberately continued to massage its aching ball. She heard his heavy intake of air through the receiver and knew he still watched her actions. In a subtle movement, she glanced around, searching for that distinguished bald head. At the far end of the aisle, she sighted one. Disappointment flooded her because it wasn’t him. He wasn’t visible in either direction she looked. It added to the intensity of the game they were playing, and she liked it. Not knowing where he was, but knowing he watched, had her insides humming in anticipation of what might happen next. “You have me at a disadvantage.” His voice tickled her ear. “You seem to have discovered my weakness.” Temair’s smile broadened. She was right. He was a leg man. “It’s a weakness of which I don’t understand,” she teased.
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The thought of his hands caressing her feet made her clench her thighs against the sudden surge of need collecting in her core. No one had ever touched her feet other than the occasional treat of a pedicure. The image of someone massaging her feet just because they wanted to had her curious and hot at the same time. On a heavy breath, she added, “Care to teach me?” “It’d be my pleasure.” She practically heard his smile through the phone, even if she couldn’t see him. “Unfortunately, I have meetings until late. Would you be willing to meet me around ten?” Willing? What a silly question. Every ounce of tiredness was liberated from her. Ten was late but not by New York standards. Most were just getting started at that hour on a Saturday night. Yet she wasn’t most. A normal night for her was showered, in her pajamas, tucked in bed by eleven and asleep by eleven thirty. Tonight, she was going to live a little and take a chance on something different. “Where?” she managed to whisper. “The Milford Plaza, room 1020. See you then.” The click of the disconnection echoed in her ears. Oh god, what had she just agreed to?
***** The rest of her day was a whirlwind of activity, of which she was grateful. If she hadn’t been busy, she probably would have had too much time to think, and would have convinced herself not to keep the date. As it was, she almost chickened out and stayed home when she stopped in to deposit her lockbox, shower and change. Dressing to please, Temair chose a denim skirt, which landed at mid-thigh. For luck, she selected her favorite top, a soft halter blouse of yellow, blue, green and red that tied at her neck and didn’t cling to her middle. It was loose and flowed nicely when she moved. Careful not to rip or snag them, she slipped on a fresh pair of sheer hosiery. Not just any hosiery, but the only pair of real nylon pantyhose she owned. It was the most money she’d ever spent on hose. When the lady at the department store showed her the difference between these and the cheaper brand, she had to have them. These were not mixed with spandex or rayon. They were purely made of nylon. He was a leg man, so only the best that she could afford would do. The pure silk stockings the salesperson had shown her were well out of her price range. She sighed, running her hand down the soft material and hoped these would be good enough to please. She chose to wear the red leather mules with this outfit, even though her feet were tired of being in heels and begged for a pair of flats. To accent the outfit, she picked one of her most favorite pieces from her collection of titty danglers, as she called them. A silver chain fitted to lay across her collarbone, with a longer chain attached in the center, which dangled a teardrop-shaped ruby to land at the peak of her cleavage. The perfect titty dangler if she said so herself. Wonder if he’d take notice with him being a leg man. 23
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With one last glance at the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she gathered her strength to pursue this adventure. And this was exactly that for her, an adventure into a new aspect of sexual pleasure. Would it thrill her to have him touch her feet? If the level of anticipation roaring through her was any indication, she sure hoped so. Twenty minutes later, she stood at the elevators in the lobby of the Milford Plaza. Indecision riddled her soul as she closed her eyes and dug deep for the guts to continue this charade of false bravado. Should she or shouldn’t she? Was she woman enough to meet a man she barely knew alone in his hotel room? Not just any man, but a younger man. She’d never dated a younger man. Insecurity set in. What if this wasn’t a date? What if he’d only asked her here to discuss business and she’d imagined the sexual tension between them? Oh god, this was a mistake. Just as she opened her eyes and started to step back, a dark-sleeved arm reached around her and a masculine finger pressed the button. “Allow me.” Temair tilted her chin and met Evan’s penetrating gaze across her shoulder. As rapid as it’d started, self-doubt dropped from her thoughts to invisibly puddle on the floor around her. Though his eyes looked tired, she still saw the promise of pleasure within them. How could she have thought of backing out? “Thank you,” she managed to state while maintaining a cool façade. On the inside, she knew she was out of her element. On the outside, she hoped he couldn’t tell. When the elevator doors opened, he said, “After you.” His hand at the small of her back guided her in. One glance around the lobby before the doors closed and she knew there were few people milling about, and even less who cared who she’d gotten into the elevator with. “You look stunning tonight,” Evan said as he pressed the number ten. Before she could stop, her honesty took over. “And you look positively exhausted. Are you sure you’re up to hosting a visitor tonight? We could reschedule.” The most seductive smile she’d ever seen parted his lips as he tucked his hands into his front pockets. Even tired he looked irresistible. Common sense told her to leave and let the man rest, but she couldn’t. There wasn’t one ounce of her strong enough to walk away from the invitation in his gaze. It weakened her resolve and at the same time increased the curiosity level burning through her veins. She had to know why she felt this strange erotic connection to Evan Lyndsay. What it was all about. Never had a man intrigued her sexual interest without so much as a touch. This man did. What was it about him that had her body in a constant state of arousal? She stayed that way whenever he was near, whenever he spoke to her, and even when all she did was think about him. How did he do this to her with just a simple glance? If just the thought was good, what would his touch be like? Shivers shot down her spine and she had to stand straight to control them. Don’t think of that, she reminded herself as she held his gaze. 24
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“I’ve looked forward to this all evening. Seeing you has given me a second wind. I’m glad you came.” As the doors opened, he returned his hand to the small of her back and guided her out. His thumb brushed the bare skin just above the low-cut back of her blouse, and Temair nearly stumbled. The sound of the key card as he unlocked his door seemed to echo down the empty corridor. Temair stared straight ahead into the dark uncertainty as he opened the door and led her inside. Never had such a sensation of pure naughtiness controlled her as it did now. She was in his room…alone. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” A flick of the switch and the room was lit by several lamps. One sat on the bedside table, and another across the room on the desk. The room housed the latest in luxury accommodations. An overstuffed chair sat across from the foot of the king-sized bed, a nightstand on either side, a dresser, a table desk complete with phone and internet access, and an upright wall unit, which contained a large television. The bathroom was to the left inside the doorway and was beautifully designed from what she could see. For a man, his room was neat. No clothes strewn upon the floor, no toiletries scattered about the bathroom countertop. His suits were hung in an orderly fashion within the open closet, and each matched, dark-colored and neat. As she walked over to the chair, she noticed several books lay on the desk along with a leather briefcase, a few manila folders and a stack of business cards. It surprised her that a bottle of red wine sat alongside two wineglasses and a corkscrew on a room service tray. The man did have style. She had to give him that one. “I hope you don’t mind,” he stated as he walked over to the bottle, picked it and the corkscrew up, then turned back to face her. “I took the liberty of ordering us something. You like merlot?” “Yes, it’s my favorite wine. Whites and zinfandels are too sweet.” Temair quickly shut her mouth before she continued to babble and sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair. Evan handed her a glass, then turned the desk chair around and took a seat facing her. Lifting his glass, he issued a toast. “To a few stolen moments of privacy.” The heat of his stare singed her soul and ignited a hunger from deep within to roar to life. She wanted him. There was no denying it. And at this point, she didn’t want to. After they each took a sip, Evan set his glass on the desk behind him. “I believe I promised you my assistance in relieving your pain,” he stated as he inched his chair closer. Reaching to take the ankle of her crossed leg in hand, he paused and leveled his questioning gaze upon hers, adding softly, “May I?”
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That good Southern Baptist upbringing tried its damnedest to intervene and put a halt to this adventure. Lucky for Temair, the devil overruled and backhanded the holier-than-thou into a locked box at the back of her brain. It was time to experience something new and different, and she wasn’t about to miss this golden opportunity. “Of course,” she replied, then took another sip of courage. Temair was grateful she swallowed before his hand touched her ankle, or she would have spewed it all over him. Nervously, she tensed in her seat as one hand cupped her ankle while the other removed her shoe. She tightened her trembling fingertips around the stem of the glass while gripping the armrest to occupy the other hand. Swift and silent, he slid from the chair and settled at her feet. It was like a beautifully sensual dream unfolding before her. A gorgeous man cherished her with gentle strokes and tender circular motions of his fingers, making every effort to ease her pain. This definitely was different from the simple job she received from a pedicure. This was ten times better, more sensual and had her hot and horny for the man attached to the magical hands. With each rub of her foot, the hiss of her hose reached her ears. In a normal situation it would have gone unnoticed, but in the silence that formed between them, it seemed loud, yet stimulating. Soft combined with hard touches caressed her ankle, relieving the tightness caused by the unusual angle her foot had been in all day, walking in those mules. When he rotated her ankle in a well-practiced move, she relaxed into the chair, cradling the glass in one hand while loosening the death grip she held on the armrest. Evan worked a strange sort of magic, she had to admit. It was a spell she chose to enjoy for as long as he chose to cast it. Eyes closed, head resting on the back of the chair, she relished the sensations of his hands upon her foot. Tingles ran up her leg to pool inside her sex with each change of pressure. Both hands gripped her foot as his thumbs worked their way from heel to toe and back down, again and again. His fingers caressed the tender skin on the top of her foot. Who knew the foot was such a pathway to the senses? Temair shifted in the chair, trying to gain control of her raging libido. But the more he rubbed, massaged and caressed, the harder it was for her to think of anything other than the sensual pleasures riding from her toes straight up to the top of her head. Not one ounce of her was left untouched, even though his hands never left her foot. With one hand holding her foot, his other skimmed the back of her calf to cradle behind her knee. It didn’t take much effort for him to uncross her legs. Trust wasn’t an issue. For some reason, she trusted Evan not to take her somewhere she wasn’t ready to go. And besides, what was wrong with a little foot massage anyway? This was the most relaxed, yet highly stimulated state she had ever experienced. He made her pussy ache and her nipples tingle without his hands leaving her legs. His
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touch, combined with the highly erotic feel of the nylons, heightened the sensitivity of every nerve ending in her feet and legs. The gentle lift of her leg should have been a warning, but she never would have guessed his next move, not in a million years. Moist heat tickled the sole of her foot, from heel to toe then back to the arch of her foot. Electric surges of sheer ecstasy shot up the back of her thigh, across her buttock, straight up her spine and made her nipples erect. Temair jerked upright, opening her eyes for the first time since this sensual journey began, and witnessed his tongue tickling her toes. Evan’s eyes shone with a level of desire of which she was unfamiliar. It should have scared her to be in this situation, hovering between pure pleasure and fear of venturing into the unknown. But it didn’t. “Mmm,” he sighed against the sole of her foot, sending the heat of his breath to soothe the moist skin beneath her hose. Tremors shifted her body into overdrive. “The scent of hosiery, leather and warm feminine essence is enticing. There’s only one thing more erotic.” “And what would that be?” Temair managed to force from her lips. “Silk stockings. Ever worn them?” “No,” rasped out as she tried to breathe. “What a shame. You’d be perfect for them. There’s nothing more seductive than the feel of a woman’s leg wrapped in silk stockings. To caress the inside of a delicate thigh…” His voice trailed as his fingers followed his command, and his hooded gaze watched their every move. Temair stared. Her pussy clenched. If he touched her there, she’d come in an instant. He didn’t. Slow and methodical, he fingered the inside of her legs, leaving a trail of pure heat. Her sex pulsed, wanting his touch. The breath hitched in her throat when he snuggled his cheek into the curve of her arch, then lowered the foot to his lap. Before she found the ability to speak again, he gathered her other foot into his hands and proceeded to administer the same gentle, erotic care he’d shared with the first one. Temair leaned back, took a gulp of her wine then rolled her eyes heavenward. There wasn’t one ounce of her that wasn’t on fire. The sensation of skin and nylon sizzled from the tip of her toes to the taut confines of the crotch. Each wiggle in the chair tightened the silky fabric of her nylon pantyhose, causing it to cup her sex. God, would she survive this? And if she didn’t, what would the headline read? Woman dies from sexual experience with younger man and fine hosiery. The thought almost made her laugh, but she managed to suppress it as his hands continued their sensual seduction.
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Chapter Five By the time Evan completed the task of ravishing her other foot, Temair was a complete pile of mush in the chair. Her body hummed to a finely strummed, arousing tune. The tender massage relaxed her foot pain. His touch set a hot, ravishing desire to fuck rolling through every ounce of her. It roared with an intensity she didn’t expect. Those hands were magic. He placed her feet in his lap as he stroked and caressed her calves. Unable to resist, she wiggled her toes, making sure to press the ball of her foot into the front of his pants. Impressive flashed through her brain at the hardness that met her touch. His hands stilled, but didn’t leave her legs. Deliberate in her motions, Temair eased upright, staring into his eyes while working her feet carefully up and down his erection. This was the boldest she’d ever been, and for some reason she liked the sensations rippling through her of being in control, of being powerful. Teasing Evan with her feet increased the pressure in her sex to an intense throb. A long, thick hardness against the bottom of her foot had her wanting to slide off that chair and onto the stiffness jutting in the front of his pants. The insides of her pussy quaked with the hunger to ride his cock. Her breathing elevated, her heart raced and a knot of need coiled tighter in her lower abdomen as she watched his gaze cloud over with pure passion. Swift in his movements, he released his cock. Who knew the foot was such an erotic hub of stimulation? Evan did. She smiled when his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Both hands gripped the backs of her calves as if they were his only means of balance. The sight of his hard-on gripped between her hosed feet turned her on even more. Never had she experienced such a high level of sensual involvement. Hose on flesh, rubbing his most sensitive area. Soft combined with hard caresses, slow mixed with fast as she used her feet to return the favor of phenomenal sensations he’d gifted her with moments earlier. After all, it was only fair. This was a sexual pleasure she’d never tried. The nylons stretched taut on her feet as she controlled his pleasure. The power rushing her system had the blood roaring through her veins. Temair leaned into the chair, though there wasn’t one ounce of her relaxed. Her insides buzzed, her sex tensed and her legs quivered.
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Each motion she applied to Evan’s cock sent shock waves from the arches of her feet, up her legs to vibrate within her core. Wet, aching and wanting, her pussy seemed to hum. She was close to orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her anywhere near there. Lost in the stimulation overload, she barely felt her skirt slide up. Only when coolness caressed her upper thighs did she pry her eyes open. Evan’s fingertips trailed her inner thighs to the edge of her skirt then to the back of her knees. Up and down, he touched in languorous circular motions. Every nerve ending from the tip of her toes to the top of her head was engaged in the moment, evaluating each wave of pleasure as the pressure in her clit mounted to total engorgement. She wanted something, anything, to touch her there. When he didn’t, she squirmed in her seat, lifting her bottom and pressing her feet against his cock, digging her heels into his taut balls. Evan’s eyes widened as he gasped. A rigid stiffness thumped against the sensitive skin of her arches, just before he leaned forward. His face hovered within millimeters of her sex. On reflex, her knees dropped apart as far as the rolled-up skirt allowed. It was enough. No touch occurred. A heated breath directed from one end of her slit to the other, then back to her swollen clit made Temair tremble from head to foot. Her inner muscles spasmed, bringing her closer to orgasm. Wave upon wave of contractions rippled up and down her abdomen as she gripped his cock with her feet. Her inner muscles hurt, wanting release, wanting his cock, his tongue or his finger. Anything. The sight of the thick head of his cock trapped tight between her feet increased her need, and kicked the heated turmoil in her sex up another notch. This was the hottest she’d ever been and she liked it. She liked this new sexual awareness Evan taught her. And most of all, she liked that she was in control. His sensual pleasure was at the mercy of her feet. Which from the expression of sheer joy on his face, he liked being mastered. Evan leaned back, pumping his hips, sliding his cock between the tight grip of her feet. Temair sat upright and slid her free hand to her hose-covered clit. The other still absently held her wineglass. The soft roughness of the nylons burned the sensitive bud as she rubbed it hard, in tune with the frantic motions of his beautiful cock. Harder and harder, she rubbed and pinched her tender bud. Their gazes locked. His fingers dug into the backs of her calves, forcing her ankles together, nearly crushing his shaft in the death grip of her feet. His cock stood rigid as his cum coated her feet and lower legs. Evan buried his face between her thighs. The jab of his tongue against the taut hose material made her gasp. A single rough lick of her slit ended with his teeth nipping at her clit through the nylon. The sensation of him suckling the swollen bud and hose together electrified her pussy. Pure liquid heat poured from her sex as the most powerful orgasm of her life slammed into her.
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Gasping for air, she fell back in the chair. Every muscle shivered and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever stand again. Not that she cared to at the moment. She’d experienced the most amazing sex with her feet. A sated smile tugged at her lips. This was good. Temair tenderly massaged his throbbing member, coaxing it into sharing the sensations that riddled her body. Her head lolled along the back of the chair. This was a whole new world of sexual possibilities. Images and ideas sprang to life that made her pussy clench and her nipples tingle. Would he have liked it even more if she’d worn spiked heels? Now this was a first. She sighed. The best orgasm of her life occurred without penetration. Every inch of nylon-covered skin sizzled and she shifted, causing her tender bud to brush the taut material. A shiver shot through her pelvis and down both legs. This was hot. When the blood finally returned to their brains, Evan gathered her feet and placed a tender kiss in the arch of each before he stood. “Temair,” he said with a sheepish grin on his face. “If you’ll excuse me…” He didn’t need to finish, she understood. The moment he disappeared into the bathroom, Temair sat upright and realized the wineglass, amazingly, was still in her hand. She gulped the remainder as she relished the phenomenal sensations gracing her from the tips of her toes to the pit of her pussy. Damn, he is good. Would she ever look at her feet the same again? No. She smiled. She hoped she never would. When she wiggled her toes, his semen eased through the nylon to her skin and she shivered. What had she done? Indecision set in. Sex, albeit an unusual form of sex, but sex still the same with a man she barely knew. Where were her values? What would he think of her when he came out of the bathroom? And oh god…what would she say? Temair turned in her seat, set the glass on the desk and stared at her disheveled appearance in the mirror on the wall. Fingers trembled as she ran them through her hair, trying to return some form of rightness to her state of dress. How had things gotten so out of hand? A woman her age should have known better…should have had a greater rein on her control. You were in control. Temair swallowed hard, staring at her feet. That moment of mastering his pleasure passed. Now it was just her and him. The bathroom door opened and Evan stepped out, carrying a cloth and a towel. Barefoot and bare-chested, clothed only in a loose pair of dark-blue lounge pants. Sense and sensibility evaporated, leaving her speechless. Lean-muscled to perfection. Not body builder cut, but a smooth six-pack of abs was visible. He walked toward her with
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the debonair grace and attitude of an old-time movie hero. Purely a gentleman and sexy to boot. Was it his turn to dominate? Mmm. She licked her lips. She hoped so. Damn. Temair gave herself an internal shake. She really needed to gain control over her libido if she was going to maintain some modicum of respect. “Here, let me.” Evan refilled her glass. He knelt at her feet and carefully helped her remove her hosiery. He did it with such finesse that she didn’t mind it left her sitting there naked beneath her skirt. He washed his cum from her feet and legs. With gentle care, he stroked her damp pussy with the towel, then blew a heated breath across her tender sex, sending chills dancing along her spine. He stood, tossed the towel and cloth in the direction of the bathroom door and extended his hand to her. “It’s been a long day. Would you mind if we got more comfortable as we talked?” “Depends on what you mean by comfortable.” Temair tried to show a confidence in her voice she suddenly lacked. If he meant she should undress, Temair wasn’t sure if she could do it. Not with the lights on anyway, and she doubted she’d even have the guts in the dark. He was young and phenomenally fit and she, well, she needed to hit the gym, win the lottery and get liposuction. As if he read her indecision, he cupped her chin and made her look at him. “Temair, you’re a beautiful woman. I promise this will only go as far as you want it to.” He smiled as he brushed his thumb across her lower lip and continued. “Or as far as I can convince you to let it go.” Lightning shot from her lip to her core, making Temair tighten her thighs together against the sudden weakness in her legs. God, he was more than good. He was a sexual master. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard and forced a one-word answer, “Okay.” “Good.” Evan took her glass and led her to the bed. “We’ve both had an exhausting day. Why don’t we lie down and talk?” “T-talk,” Temair stuttered, shooting a nervous glance across her shoulder at him. “Yes, talk.” Evan’s smile was reassuring as he helped her onto the bed. She watched as he handed her the glass, then walked to the desk, refreshed his drink and joined her on the opposite side of the bed. “Here’s to learning more about one another.” He tipped his glass against hers in a toast, then took a sip. Temair sipped hers as well. She liked the idea of getting to know him. Especially if there was even the slightest chance of taking this odd relationship to the next level. But what level would that be? She took another sip. They already were intimate in a weird sort of way. God knows her feet knew the length and size of his cock well, even if she hadn’t actually touched it, flesh on flesh.
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It amazed her that her feet held such skill, and that sex while clothed in nylons brought her to a phenomenal release. It was an orgasm her body still hummed from as she settled on his bed. With each touch he had given her during their sexual play, she had noticed the sensation the nylons gave to her skin. It was like an invisible, gentle, sensual lover’s caress. That was something she could get used to, and it was something she never would have noticed without Evan’s guidance. Before Temair knew it, they were lying side by side, facing each other, talking like old friends, even though he was several years her junior. She wasn’t sure if it was the bottle of wine they managed to finish between them, or the fact Evan was truly an easy man to talk to. Temair couldn’t decide as the hours passed. At some point before they fell asleep, Evan had her comfortable enough to talk about the darkness that shadowed her life. Somehow he knew she’d been hurt. Never had she discussed the level of verbal abuse she’d gotten accustomed to in her last relationship. Her creativity and business started to truly suffer while with that man. But when he turned from hateful words to fists, Temair finally had enough and walked away, ready for a fresh new life. This was something she hadn’t shared with her best friend, Lisanne, for fear she would have done something irrational to the beast and ended up in jail. “Where is he now?” Evan asked with a gentle, caring squeeze of her hand. “Last I heard…” Temair shrugged, looking at him. “He was in rehab. Court ordered after his last DUI, but at least he’s there.” “You know it’s not your fault.” The sound of his accented voice was soothing. “I know,” she replied on a whisper. As if hearing Evan’s comforting words were enough, Temair finally accepted the fact it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t made her exlover into the person he became. He did it to himself, no matter what he’d drilled into her head when they were together. Lying next to Evan, she realized she was a powerful woman. She may not be the skinniest, most beautiful woman around, but she knew how to work what she had to her benefit. The tingling sensations lingering in her feet reminded her of a new sexual venture she planned to explore more, as she absently rubbed them together. Evan brushed the hair from her eyes and touched her face. “You have a talent with gemstones that needs to shine and the ability to make it do so. When I look at you, I don’t just see the artist. I see a beautiful, strong, sexy woman with great legs.” He paused as a sly smile crossed his lips and a devilish gleam filled his eyes. “And a phenomenal pair of feet.” He gathered her hand in his and placed a tender kiss to her palm. He drew her hand to his chest and tugged her close as he lay back. His eyes closed. His other arm wrapped around her waist and snuggled her to his side, without releasing her hand from his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart seeped through her skin and urged her heart to match the harmony. “Evan,” Temair whispered as she settled at his side. “Thank you.” 32
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The heat of his body caressed hers. Their breathing fell in sync. Her head rested on his shoulder. Their hands linked on his chest in a heartwarming connection of tenderness. Being in Evan’s arms was a welcomed release from the hectic world of the jewelry convention. In the safety net his presence provided, she faded off to sleep.
***** Sometime in the early-morning hours Temair woke, slipped off the bed, and gathered her shoes. It was all she could do to force herself to leave his room. Her conscience reminded her she had obligations. No matter how bad she wanted to stay and explore this new sexual fetish, she had to go. She needed to return home in order to be ready for the last day of the convention. A glance at his debonair good looks as he slept weakened her resolve, and she almost changed her mind. At the door, she stopped as an idea struck her and she hoped she wasn’t being silly with the gift she left behind. Shoes in hand, she tiptoed from the room, closed the door and hurried to the elevator. For the first time in her life, she felt liberated of her past. A younger man found her erotically sensual, and that made her realize she wasn’t old and unattractive, or stupid and lacking in creativity. If a man of Evan’s stature found her interesting enough to lie on a bed and talk the night away with, then she was beautiful. She’d be damned if she’d fail. This was her time to shine and today at the convention that was just what she planned to do. In the lobby, she had the doorman hail her a cab. At this hour it wasn’t safe for a woman alone to hop the subway or walk the streets. Barelegged, she crawled into the backseat and smiled the whole way home.
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Chapter Six On a normal day, the lack of sleep would have made her grumpy, but not today. A renewed sense of self-worth flowed in her veins and she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fail. Temair made every effort to talk, peddle and praise her designs to each and every person who came within six feet of her booth. This was her day and she knew it. It didn’t hurt she was aware of the sensation her hose was giving her legs. She liked the subtle hiss as she walked or crossed her legs. It made her pussy clench, knowing she wore no panties, just the soft nylon against her clean-shaven flesh. Every move tickled her sensitive lower lips and hardened her clit. Working all day on spiked heels took on a whole new meaning, thanks to Evan. High heels and hose were now an everyday wardrobe necessity as far as she was concerned. Her legs never felt so stimulated and neither had her sex. What did he have in store for her to learn next? Anticipation kept her energy geared on high. On and off, she caught herself scanning the crowd for him. Each glimpse of a bald head set her pulse racing and her inner muscles tightened. When closer inspection determined it not to be him, disappointment only fueled her desire. Nothing was stopping her today. When the buyer for one of the world’s leaders in watch design stopped at her booth, Temair didn’t falter. Instead she whipped out a drawing of several ideas she had for interchangeable jeweled watchbands and faces. He was so impressed he handed her his business card, and set a time to meet with her during the following week. The moment he was out of sight, she flopped in the chair to catch her breath. Damn. Growing a backbone and facing her fears felt good. Or maybe it was the phenomenal sex. The phone rang and she laughed as she looked at the caller ID. “You watching me again?” she teased when she answered. “Wish I was,” he stated. A hint of sadness laced his sexy accent and had her sitting upright. “I’m en route to the airport. Have to fly to London this afternoon.” “Oh.” Temair’s stomach dropped. He was leaving, just when things were heating up. But what did she expect? He lived an entire ocean away. “Temair, thanks for the gift. It’ll remind me of you, always.” An unstoppable grin crossed her lips and her spirits lifted when she heard the unmistakable rustle of nylon and his deep inhale through the phone. He liked what she left behind. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all. Stretching her legs, she slipped off her pumps and rubbed her hose-covered feet together, enjoying the friction and the phantom feel of his hands on her feet she knew she would never forget.
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“I almost didn’t do that.” She bit her lower lip. Goose bumps rose along the flesh of her arms at the memory of the sensation of him slipping them off last night. Hearing he liked that she left them hanging on the doorknob made her legs tingle. “I’m glad you did. I wanted to spend another evening with you. There’s so much more we could explore…” She heard his heavy intake of air and sensed he was truly disappointed he had to leave. “This matter came up suddenly this morning.” “I understand.” Temair sat tall and tried to sound diplomatic, hoping he didn’t hear her sadness. What she really wanted was round two in the lesson of erotic foot and leg play, but now… “Business before pleasure,” she added on a false, cheery note. “That seems to be the way of the world. If things were different…” His voice trailed as if deciding it was best not to finish his thought. After clearing his throat, he added in a promising tone, “Keep in touch.” “You too,” Temair managed to say before he disconnected. The erotic timbre of his accent lingered in her ear as she closed her cell phone and dropped it back into her pocket. “You too,” she whispered then stood to help the next person who’d stopped to look at her designs. But her heart wasn’t in it.
***** Three weeks came and went. Temair and Lisanne were busier than ever. The trade show paid off. The watch company she made contact with dropped a contract in her lap to design their new spring line of watches. The production and advertising for it would start that winter. It didn’t leave her much time to create, but she seemed to work better under pressure. Customer traffic increased. Orders were placed and she was working her fingers to the bone, making the most creative pieces of her artistic jewelry career. It was as if a dark cloud had been lifted from her imagination. She thanked Evan for that. Though she hadn’t heard from him, and didn’t have the guts to email or call, she still thought of him, of the sensations of pure pleasure he’d taught by simply loving her feet and legs. Just thinking of him made her shiver, and she paused in her work. She laid down her tools, turned in her chair, and stretched her arms over her head and her legs out in front of her. A day hadn’t gone by where she didn’t wear some form of hosiery and sexy shoes and think of him, of his hands and the feel of his cock nestled in the grip of her feet. She liked the empowerment she seemed to derive from the thought of their brief sexual encounter. Temair wiggled her toes and couldn’t help but stare at the fascinating appendages.
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Sensual little buggers that at the moment were in need of a pedicure. She snorted as she turned back to the jeweler’s bench. Maybe tomorrow she’d take an hour and visit the nail salon. She shook her head, knowing no one would ever love her feet like Evan. “Hey, Temair,” Lisanne called as she entered the back room of the shop. “You got a package. Special delivery from London.” Temair froze and her lips parted slightly as she swallowed a gasp. There was only one person she knew from there. “Enjoy.” Lisanne winked, tossed the package on the bench in front of her, and turned to answer the ding of the bell above the store’s front door. The customer’s arrival gave Temair no chance to question Lisanne’s odd comment. Enjoy? What did she mean by that? Temair never shared her Evan experiences with Lisanne. Curiosity fired to life. What was in that box? And was she right to suspect it was from Evan? Could it be from someone else? Trembling fingers lifted it from the workbench. The package was not large or heavy. In fact, it was light and the size of a standard ten-by-twelve-inch box. It didn’t rattle when she shook it. She noted the return address was marked simply as E., no actual address was listed, nor was there any sign of postage. Oh my god! Her heart skipped a beat. He had a package delivered to her. Temair’s insides knotted knowing he thought of her. How he had it delivered didn’t matter. Her hands shook as she worked at the packing tape and wiggled the box free of the brown paper wrapping. For a moment, all she could do was stare at the white box. Curiosity got the better of her, and she lifted the lid. A beautiful pale-blue notecard sat on top of the neatly folded tissue paper covering the present. She opened it and read, hearing his voice inside her head. For the loveliest set of legs I’ve ever experienced. Wear these and think of me. Until next we meet, E. Temair peeled back the tissue paper. Carefully, she lifted a black lace garter complete with silk stockings from the box. The stockings were made of the softest, sheerest material. She smiled, caressing her cheek with the stockings. This was a gift she’d cherish, whether she wore them or not didn’t matter. Evan Lyndsay had given her more than just a gift. Without knowing, he gave her an adventure, a phenomenal memory, and the ego boost she’d desperately needed to reclaim her life. Wear these. Definitely not without Evan to guide her in the next level of foot and leg loving. He opened a door she didn’t want closed. But she didn’t know how to explore it
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further without him. Not that she truly wanted to, not unless he was the one to teach her. She walked over to the desk where the computer sat. Gently she laid the stockings and garter in the box. Encouraged by his thoughtfulness, she logged on to her email, pulled his business card out of the top drawer, and typed his address. After a few moments of staring at the blinking cursor, a deviously playful thought struck her and she typed. E., Thank you. Instruction is needed in the proper usage. Care to teach me? T. She hit send and sat back in her chair, absently fingering the stockings. A chill skittered up her arm at the thought of slipping her feet into them, and working the silky softness to her thighs. An image of Evan at her feet shot through her brain and made her pussy contract. Damn. She closed her eyes, letting the vision fill her thoughts. Temair snapped out of her daze at the sound of someone opening her office door. Her jaw nearly dropped, but she somehow managed to not allow it to happen. “Shall we start those lessons now?” Evan Lyndsay stepped inside the door, closing it behind him as he held his cell phone in his hand, with her email posted on it. “I—” she started then stopped. Was she dreaming? Had her libido finally sucked all measure of reality from her brain, or was he really standing there? “I landed a few hours ago,” he answered before she asked. “I’ve had a problem the last few weeks at work that took more time than I anticipated. But now it’s rectified, and I’ve taken a holiday.” “A holiday?” she managed to whisper. Every fiber of her being was tuned in to his every move. Those sexy eyes held her mesmerized in some sort of hypnotic sensual state. “It seems I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A woman I met, with the sexiest feet and legs, has held my attention more than I’d like to admit.” His eyes never left hers. “Anyone I know?” Temair retorted coyly, and was amazed at the sensual tone of the words that escaped her lips. What was it about this man that brought out her inner vixen? Evan rounded her desk, gathered her hand in his and guided her to her feet. The moment she stood, he kissed her palm, letting his tongue tease the sensitive flesh for a split second. Temair’s nipples turned to stone. Oh god, he is real.
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“I believe you know her very well.” He darted his gaze downward, and she knew he didn’t miss the sight of her nipples pressed against the cotton material of her kneelength, t-shirt dress. The back of his fingertips brushed across a nipple and she shivered inwardly, swallowing a moan. Nervously, she licked her lips. “I see you’re wearing hosiery.” His eyebrow arched. A devilish gleam lit his eyes and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “May I?” Unable to form words, she nodded her compliance. Evan sank to his knees. His hands glided down her body, setting her flesh on fire. He skimmed across her hips and caressed her thighs in slow, tortuous touches of his fingertips. When he lifted the hem of her dress, she sucked in a subtle gasp of anticipation. He nestled his face against her lower abdomen and breathed in deep. “Mmm, I’ve missed your scent. One evening of your charms was not enough. It simply whet my appetite.” The heat of his breath across her nylon-covered flesh made her insides quiver and her pussy instantly wet. He nuzzled her heat then licked her pussy through the nylon, nearly causing her knees to buckle. Before she had a chance to regain any form of composure he rose, cupping her ass and seating her on her desk. Strong hands stroked the length of her outer thighs, gripped her knees, and gently guided her legs open. Not once did he look anywhere other than her eyes. His intense, sexy gaze held hers. Each breath she took was filled with his alluring essence, a definitive fresh scent of aftershave and pure masculinity. All she could think of was how his mouth would taste. She got her answer. Evan’s lips brushed ever so lightly across hers as his fingers massaged the insides of her thighs, skittering close to but not touching her pussy. The feel of him exploring her legs, still separated by a thin veil of nylon, kept her on edge. Her skin sizzled with each stroke, shooting sparks straight to her mound. She craved him. She wanted to fuck him right then and there. The mystique of this man enlightened her soul with a newfound sexual avenue of adventure that she wanted desperately to explore. Feeling aggressive, she captured his mouth in a provocative kiss as she cupped the back of his head while she ran the knuckles of her other hand along the front of his suit pants. His muffled groan against her lips thrilled her to the core, encouraging her further. Temair hooked her ankles around the back of his knees and tugged him closer to her pussy. Their kiss intensified as they rocked against each other. His fingers rubbed the wet center of her pantyhose, frantically trying to reach her nub. The friction of the nylon to her flesh as his fingers worked their magic turned her on even more. Faster and faster he rubbed, avidly tormenting her to the point she thought she would come, but couldn’t. She needed something. She needed Evan.
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She had to touch him. Temair worked his zipper until she wiggled her fingers and then her hand into his pants. It didn’t take much to slide into the front slit of his boxers and tug his solid cock free. Though she hungered to lick him and taste the salt of his flesh, she wanted him inside her, fucking her, more than anything else. Temair guided his cock to her pussy, pushing his fingers away. She broke free of their kiss and couldn’t believe the wild throaty words that exited. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me right here, right now.” She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then a sensual smile followed. Nylon ripped, freeing her swollen mound. His fingers slid into her heat and she couldn’t help but sigh. Evan laced a hand in her hair and tugged her face close to his. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he finger-fucked her. Temair leaned back as far as his tight grip in her hair allowed and focused on his erotic gaze. Breathlessly, she answered, “No. I want your cock.” Instantly, he released her hair and removed his fingers from her slit. Regret washed over her. Had she pushed him too far? Had she been too aggressive? Temair swallowed the questions the moment she saw him slip a condom out of his inside jacket pocket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he opened it and rolled it down his thick, hard shaft. As quickly as he’d released her, he had her hair and the back of her head in his hand. He hovered within millimeters of her lips. “I hope you don’t think me too bold by being prepared. But I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you since the moment I first saw you.” His mouth crushed hers in a demanding kiss that she met forcefully, not backing down, but taking and giving just the same. They were past the point of tenderness and foreplay. Evan entered her in one swift stroke, hard and fast. Temair gasped at his rough advance. For a second, she wasn’t sure how she felt about the sudden invasion, but when he set a steady pace of deep thrusts, she decided she loved it and wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pumped, matching his rhythm. It’d been so long since she’d fucked or been fucked by a real cock, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, but held back, knowing Lisanne, and quite possibly customers, were in the store. He pulled her hair, causing her neck to extend, then ran the tip of his tongue along her exposed flesh. Intense bolts of heat shot straight to her clit. The painful tug at her scalp increased her pleasure. The tighter he fisted her hair, suckled and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, the hotter and more voracious she became. Her heartbeat pounded. Blood rushed through her veins and roared inside her ears. Pure power gripped her, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders as she clung to him for support. Pump for pump, she ground into him, taking his cock in deep. She couldn’t get enough. The grip of his arm around her waist tightened and his body tensed as he fucked her harder. Temair couldn’t breathe when he bit her breast through her clothing.
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A bolt of pleasure like she had never known ripped through her and shook her to the core, releasing an orgasm of tsunami-size force. Every muscle trembled. Perspiration coated her skin. As the orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed the sex-grip of her legs around his waist. His cock throbbed inside her soaked, satisfied pussy. If memory served her right, she’d only experienced an orgasm close to this once before, and that was with Evan as well. He made her quiver internally from her scalp to her nipples, to her bellybutton, to her clit all the way to her toes. God, this man was good. No. This man was a sexual dynamo, one she intended to sample as many times as she could, before his holiday was over. What better way to get to know him than to fuck him raw, Temair decided. She inhaled deep, filling her lungs and her nose with the scent of just-been-laid goodness. The look of relaxed satisfaction on his face made her smile. She’d put that look there and planned to keep it there for his entire visit. If she could. What if she couldn’t? Being older than him… That little hint of doubt threatened to take over, but the empowered sexual bitch Evan created slapped it back down, if only for the moment. Temair cupped his cheek, then placed a tender kiss to his lips. “Obviously, I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you too,” she said as she brushed her thumb sensually across his lower lip and held her gaze leveled on his. His sheepish grin made her smile. “Seems we’ve made a bit of a mess.” Temair nodded toward a door. “One of the perks of being the owner is a private bathroom.” He kissed her softly, as his cock slipped from her pussy. A feeling of emptiness took his place, but she knew it was a matter of time before she’d coax him back inside. Temair watched him walk. Tall, lean and sexy, he moved with a sensual confidence belonging solely to him. Still dressed in his suit, jacket and all, he’d given her a phenomenal fuck. Wonder how great it will be once he’s naked. She chewed her lower lip and gave herself a hug before she scooted off the desk. The moment her feet touched ground, she realized quickly how great sex weakened the legs, but managed to reach the jeweler’s bench without falling. She dried herself, using the paper towels from the roll she kept on her workstation. She straightened her dress and resituated the pantyhose as best as she could to make them semi-comfortable. Oddly enough, she liked the exposure. Cool air coated her thoroughly fucked pussy and soothed the ache of her tender flesh. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, the breath hitched in her throat. He looked magnificently debonair, from his bald head to the sexy little soul patch beneath his lower lip, to the tip of his well-shined shoes. She was ready to fuck him again. He crossed the room, took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. “That’s not exactly how I envisioned this meeting would go. I had planned to take you to lunch and see where things went from there. But it seems I lacked self-control and lived in the 40
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moment instead.” He brushed her knuckles with a gentle kiss and leveled a gaze filled with sexual promise directly on hers. “Any regrets?” Every ounce of moisture left her mouth and nosedived to her pussy. Damn. He is good. Temair drew from a reservoir of inner strength being with him helped build, and managed to reply, “No. I’m looking forward to our next little adventure. I believe you promised to instruct me in the proper usage of your present.” His chuckle thrilled her to the core. “That I did. Will you have dinner with me this evening?” “Yes.” “What time would you prefer and where shall I pick you up?” Temair glanced at the items still in need of her attention lying on her workbench, then returned her gaze to his. “Will seven be okay? And you can pick me up here. I live in an upstairs apartment. It’s the door to the left of the store. Just press the buzzer when you arrive and I’ll let you in.” “Seven it is,” he answered with a nod. “Any preference of food or restaurant?” “I’ll leave that up to you. I’m easy.” As soon as the words left her mouth, heat seeped into her cheeks. He cupped her chin and forced her gaze to return to his. “No, Temair,” he stated as he leaned in close. His accent danced along her ears, sending chills skating down her arms. The heat of his breath caressed her lips. “You are one highly sexual, intelligent, complicated, beautiful woman and that’s anything but easy.” He kissed her, not hot and hungry like earlier, but soft and caring, igniting her libido on a whole new level. When he released her, he whispered, “Until later.” Then turned and walked out of her office. She stood stock-still, simply staring after him, enthralled by his admission. Highly sexual. Intelligent. Complicated. Beautiful. Oh lord, how was she ever going to live up to that? Lisanne appeared in the doorway. “Care to tell me the juicy tidbits you obviously left out about last month’s trade show?” “I…” Temair hesitated. “I met Evan Lyndsay.” Lisanne’s eyebrow arched and a knowing look showed on her face. “I’d say you met Evan Lyndsay all right. You should’ve straightened your desk before you opened the door.” Her laughter followed her back into the storefront. Temair froze at the sight of her desk in such a disheveled mess. The computer was slid to one side. Several files had fallen and lay scattered across the floor. The picture of her and Lisanne from opening day had toppled facedown. Temair shook her head. There was no denying sex happened on that desk. A smile split her lips. Yep. Sex happened on that desk.
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Chapter Seven Temair’s fingers shook as she pressed the unlock button for the downstairs door and let Evan into the building. After Evan left earlier, she didn’t accomplish much. She had trouble digesting the fact she’d had sex on her desk with a younger man. It was the wildest thing she’d ever done in her office. She had a feeling it was because of his age that she’d acted on instinct and lived in the moment as he had said. Part of her was thrilled at the sexual victory, while the sensible side of her nature reprimanded her for being so irresponsible. A woman her age should’ve known better and acted more like a lady than a tramp. The thought took root and tormented her for most of the afternoon, preventing her from working. Right now, the age difference didn’t seem to bother him, but it was just the start of their relationship. She felt certain eventually it would cause an issue. Lisanne’s pep talk had eased some of her anxiety. Her words whispered through Temair’s head and made her smile. Enjoy this for as long as there’s gas in his machine and you’re the one he’s taking for the ride. She still couldn’t believe she wasn’t fully dressed. But when he sent her a text message earlier with a special request, she couldn’t deny him. The low tap on her door fueled her excitement. Opening it, she smiled at the sight on the other side. Her sexy younger man stood holding a bouquet of flowers. He wore a dark suit with a deepnavy-blue shirt and a black-and-blue tie befitting his style. “Not too corny, I hope?” He handed them to her. A sensual promise showed in his eyes and his smile broadened, giving her a perfect view of his dimples. Debonair and cute, quite a combination. “No, not at all. Please, come in.” She turned, smiling into the beautiful array of colorful wildflowers. This thoughtful gesture warmed her heart in a way she doubted he’d ever understand. No one had ever given her flowers. He followed her, closing the door behind him. She walked into the small kitchenette. There was no door or wall separating it from the tiny living room. A rectangular counter with a cutting board top acted as the divider for the rooms. “I see you did as I requested.” “Yes.” Temair’s insides knotted when he noted she wore no hose or shoes as of yet. The heat of his nearness coated her like a favorite blanket, warming her. “I like the dress.” He caressed her bare back exposed by the evergreen silk halter dress she wore. “Very sensual.” His breath close to her ear tickled and made her nipples harden. “Thank you,” she managed to reply, softly.
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He stood directly behind her as she placed the flowers in a vase and filled it with water. In a light, velvety touch, his fingertips slid up and down her spine, from between her shoulder blades to the small of her back, causing her difficulty in focusing on the task at hand. Her vision narrowed to the path of his caress. Up. Down. Tiny circles just above her bottom then slowly, torturously, along her spine to repeat the motion between her shoulders, then to the base of her neck. Every ounce of her tuned in to him as if he were the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel and her only means of escape. Seconds seemed like minutes before she managed to place the vase on the counter without dropping it. He shortened the gap separating them and maneuvered his hands into her dress from behind. Cupping her breasts, he tugged her back against his chest. Any chance of thinking clearly evaporated. “Mmm, I really like this dress,” he claimed, then suckled her earlobe. The way he strummed her nipples with his thumbs gave her chills and initiated a raw need deep in her core. “You keep that up and we’ll never leave the apartment.” The hoarseness of her voice mocked her desire. “That does sound enticing,” he purred against her neck. He released her breasts and slid his hands out of her dress to rest them upon her waist. “But I’ve got plans for you.” “What sort of plans?” she asked, meeting his gaze as she looked across her shoulder. Desire slammed into her. Sexual hunger darkened his expression, making her ache with the need to fuck him right there on the counter. “I’ve given this evening lots of thought and preparation.” He took her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles while his finger glided along the lifeline in her palm. “Now, let’s finish getting you dressed.” Knowing he’d taken the time to prepare for their evening gave her joy. What did he have in store? Anticipation swirled and made her giddy. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t help but hope his plan entailed sex. Lots and lots of sex. Temair led him to her bedroom, where she’d left the black lace garter and silk stockings still in the box. Without a word, he retrieved the garter and undid the hidden clasps within its silken lace. “Lift your skirt, Temair.” His accent thickened with his command, giving her chills that heightened her nipples into solid peaks. She did as he asked, carefully lifting it to her waist, exposing her leather thong. A wicked smile of approval brightened his face and she was glad she’d chosen correctly. He wrapped the garter around her waist and gently did the clasps. “Perfect fit,” he stated, smoothing the lace and stretching the stays to hang along her thighs. His fingers lingered beneath the garter and traced the thong’s waistband. When he tugged lightly on the thin strap of leather that separated her cheeks, she moaned. “Ever had a cock here?” he whispered close to her ear as he stood behind her. The glide of his
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fingertip along the strap, lower and lower, but not reaching her anus, then back up to the waistband, made her pussy clench. She stilled. This was something she’d never tried. Anal. Was it a deal breaker if she said no? Temair hesitated, but didn’t get the chance to answer. Evan released the leather strip and turned her to face him. “It’s not important.” When she dropped her gaze to the floor, he lifted her chin, making her look at him. “Believe me. There are so many other ways to enjoy sex. When you’re ready, fucking your beautiful ass will be both our pleasure. I promise.” Temair smiled nervously. “I’ve never tried it.” “Then maybe we’ll experience a lot of firsts during this visit.” The promise in his eyes and his tone thrilled her. Damn. He had her willing to try anything as long as he looked at her like that—hot, hungry and ready to please. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Once she was seated, he gathered a stocking in his hand and rolled it with a precise measure of skill. She arched an eyebrow. “It appears as if you’ve done this before.” He knelt on one knee, lifted her foot and placed it on his bent knee. “My lady, sexy legs are my passion. And yours are the epitome of beauty and elegance, which turns me on simply by looking at them.” His fingers trembled as he cupped her heel. “Let me dress yours in a fashion in which they so deserve.” Slow and sensuously, he started at her toes and worked the silk stockings to midthigh. After carefully adjusting the stays, he clasped them in place, then administered the same tender care to her opposite leg. Her legs felt exquisite encased in pure, expensive silk. Evan slipped her black leather, open-toed stilettos onto her feet and fastened the straps around each ankle. Gentle strokes up and down her calves made her pussy tighten. When he leaned and nuzzled the leather patch between her thighs, moisture formed in her folds. “Mmm, I do love the scent of woman and leather,” he sighed, then kissed her thong. In one swift move, he stood. Clearing his throat, he said, “If we keep this up, we’ll never make it to dinner.” Temair laughed as she accepted his hand. The solid rod in his pants pointed in her direction. She palmed his cock. “We could always stay in and play.” Evan’s kiss rocked her to her toes. When they separated, he held her steady. “I’ve got plans for you. Trust me. It’ll be worth the wait for both of us.” When they reached the street, she thought he’d hail a cab, but he didn’t. He tucked her arm in his and set a casual pace. He leaned in close. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s such a nice evening, I thought we’d walk.” “No, I don’t mind,” she replied, secretly hoping it wouldn’t be far that she’d have to travel in stilettos. They may be sexy to look at, but everyday jaunts at great distances weren’t comfortable, at least not for her. After about two blocks, he broke the silence that had fallen between them.
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“In London, I walk everywhere. Ever been to London?” “I’ve never traveled outside the United States,” Temair admitted. “It’s similar to New York, with crowds of people on the streets, mass transit and noise.” He smiled at her as they turned the corner onto Spring Street. “But if you know where to look, you can always find a quiet slice of heaven.” He led her to the entrance of Trump Soho and the doorman greeted them. Evan escorted her to the elevator. She’d passed the luxury hotel many times in her travels but never entered. It was beautifully decorated. Within a matter of minutes they stood in front of the maître d’ at Quattro where they were seated at a private corner table with a magnificent view of the city. “I’ve never eaten here.” He leaned toward her. “I hope it lives up to the hype.” “Me too.” She nodded, trying to hide her nervousness. She noticed a few women stared at her as they were escorted to their table. Was the age difference that obvious? He laid his hand over hers on the table in a natural move of reassurance. “Temair, I planned everything, including the meal.” He lifted her hand to his lips and released a breath of warm air across her knuckles right before he kissed them. “Relax and simply enjoy. Can you do that for me?” She nodded, hoping she could. At the moment she felt as if everyone’s eyes were on them. She plastered a smile to her face and did a casual glance around the room. No one seemed to even care they were there. No one blatantly stared like she thought. God, she was being silly. Temair relaxed into her chair and decided to take Lisanne’s advice. Go with the flow and see where the ride takes you. The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and poured. When he left, Evan took his glass and handed the other to her. “I came here before I picked you up. I chose everything from the wine to the dessert. I didn’t want you to have to worry over a thing. Just sit back, relax and let me please you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in close across the intimate setting for two. “The meal is just the beginning. I promise you a night of pure enjoyment. That is, if you will allow it?” He lingered near. The question hovered in his eyes, awaiting her answer. No one had ever taken her pleasure from food to sex into consideration and it made her tingle inside. She leaned toward him, rubbing her shoe up and down his calf. She saw desire flame to life in his eyes from her touch and it empowered her. “Evan, I am yours to mold. Show me what it means to be pleasured, entirely.” The smile that spread his lips brought out those adorably sexy dimples that made her smile in return. Excitement brewed in her gut. This night had gotten off to a wonderful start the moment he’d dressed her legs. There was no way she’d let anything stop her from experiencing whatever he had planned. He tipped his glass in her direction. “Your wish is my desire, my lady.” As they sipped the wine in unison, neither looked away from the other. The most exquisite wine she’d ever tasted crossed her palate. “Mmm, delightful.”
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“I’m glad you like it.” He nodded and the appetizer was delivered to the table. Temair sat back, relaxed and sampled every selection he’d made. Nothing disappointed. From the appetizer to the dessert, he’d chosen divine flavors that enticed her libido and satisfied her hunger, without stuffing her to the point of discomfort from overeating. Throughout the meal, she liked the way he treated her, as if she were the only one in the room. She noted he kept their conversation primarily on her work, coaxing her to discuss her thoughts and ideas for new and exciting jewelry she planned to create. Her heart swelled when he reached across the table and held her hand, keeping his eyes leveled on hers and listening as she spoke. Occasionally, she playfully ran the toe of her stiletto along his lower leg and loved the way his eyes narrowed and he desperately tried to control his features. But failed. She knew from the look on his face that simple touch turned him on. Knowing she wielded a form of sexual prowess over Evan brought out her inner vixen. Stretching as far as she could without being obvious, she slowly glided her foot up the inside of his leg to above his knee then back down again. His eyes closed for a second and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Damn, she liked this game. She was in control and at the moment, there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. He downed the last drop of wine in his glass. Pure animalistic hunger shone in his gaze and her insides knotted in anticipation of his next move. “Let’s take this to the next level, shall we?” “Of course,” Temair replied in a challenging tone. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine, or simply the gorgeous man who brought out her playful nature. With a nod, the waiter appeared with the check. Evan signed the receipt then stood. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, tugging her close enough to feel his heat, without actually touching. He led her to the elevators, but instead of the lobby, he pressed the button for the penthouse level. The air stilled in her lungs when they reached the highest floor and stepped out. Evan led her to a door at the end of the hall and opened it with his keycard. He turned the handle and pushed. Across the room, the night sky danced outside the floor-toceiling windows in the largest suite she’d ever seen. The moment the door closed behind them, Evan turned her in his arms and ravished her mouth in a soul-searing kiss that communicated his raw need. Temair peeled off his jacket, followed by his shirt, tie and undershirt, all the while they attacked each other with hot kisses and nips. His hands were everywhere at once, caressing, touching and kneading her body into a quivering mass of ravenous woman. She couldn’t stop. She had to have him, fucking her, pounding her pussy. He unhooked the top of her dress, letting it fall to her waist, baring her breasts for him to enjoy. Temair gasped when he captured a nipple and suckled it. Teasing the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, flicking it then tugging on it gently with his
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teeth nearly made her come unglued. Never had anyone devoured her breasts in such a manner, but she liked it and wanted more. His actions soaked her pussy. She worked her hands inside his pants and freed his cock. Stroking it, caressing it, she loved the solid feel of it in her palm. His lips, his mouth, his tongue lavished her breasts. Each nip of his teeth and flick of his tongue to her nipples increased her desire. With little effort, her dress shimmied from her waist and floated into a roll of silk around her ankles. His hand slipped beneath her thong. His finger slid along her slick slit. Wet. He had her so wet. All she could think about was fucking him. Without her realizing it, he led her backward across the room. Cold coated her flesh the moment her back pressed against the glass. He released her long enough to sheath his cock with a condom. “The moment I saw these windows, I knew I had to fuck you here.” He hoisted her up against the glass and shifted her thong to one side. Temair wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her arms around his neck. Swift and sure, he plunged into her dripping-wet pussy. She gasped in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me.” The coldness of the glass to her ass gave a phenomenal contrast to the heat pouring through her pussy. Cold and hot. The two collided, shattering any resistance she had left. She dug her nails into his shoulders, riding him, grinding into him over and over. She couldn’t get enough. Everything inside her soared to new, exciting heights. He squeezed her thighs, boring the silk into her flesh and she liked the friction the material caused to her skin. Evan suddenly pulled out and lowered her to stand. Legs trembling, she gasped for a steady breath. Slowly he turned her to face the window. He strummed her nipples, pressing her into the cool glass. With each tweak of a taut bud, the coldness to its tip sent hot shards of need to her pussy. His hot breath caressed her ear. “Spread your legs, Temair. I’m not done fucking you.” She followed his command, leaned against the window and spread her legs. Hot hands rubbed her thighs, creating a phenomenal thrill of friction to her flesh beneath the sexy stockings. Warm lips trailed her back, leaving heated kisses and nips in their wake. Her insides coiled in anticipation of his reentry as he rolled her ass cheeks in his hands. He grabbed her hips and entered her pussy, hard. “Yes,” she growled. “Yes. Hard. I want it harder.” He fisted her hair and pressed his chest to her back, pushing her tighter against the glass. “You like it rough?” She couldn’t believe she was saying it, but she couldn’t stop the words. “Yes. Fuck me, rough and hard. I want it.” His hand tightened in her hair, but the pain only added to her pleasure as he pumped into her from behind. Palms flat, she tried to gain leverage against the
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window, but his forceful pumps kept her on her toes as she stood on the slender ledge that ran along the bottom of the windows. Balancing on stilettos was difficult enough, but doing it while Evan fucked her tipped the scales toward extreme sex sports. One hand in her hair, the other gripped her hip. All she could do was struggle to remain upright, pray the glass held, and enjoy the fucking. Looking out over the city, breasts flattened to the glass, being fucked from behind, excited her even more. Knowing thousands of people stood on the streets as she was experiencing the fuck of a lifetime tripled her excitement. Even though she knew they couldn’t see her, the idea that they were watching had her on edge. “Harder,” she ground out over her shoulder and Evan granted her request. Each thrust lifted her onto her tippy-toes. Moisture rolled down the insides of her thighs. She’d never been so wet in her life. When he released her hair and clasped both hands on to her hips, she knew he was close. Temair maneuvered her hand between the glass and her pussy. She fingered her clit. An orgasmic wave rolled over her that nearly brought her to her knees. If he didn’t have a hold on her, she would have collapsed. She shook from head to toe, falling back against him. His cock nestled in her pussy, trapped between her thighs. She refused to let him slip out until she was ready. He held her. His breathing matched hers—harsh, short gasps for air. Their heartbeats drummed to the same rapid beat. Several long moments passed before either could speak. Evan kissed the top of her head. “You okay?” “Yes,” she said as she rested in his arms. “But I don’t think I’ll ever walk again. Or look at a window the same.” His robust laughter made her laugh. His cock slipped from her pussy and though she wanted to protest, she couldn’t. Every ounce of her was sated. He lifted her and kissed her tenderly. “I think we’ve earned a nice hot soak in a bath.”
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Chapter Eight She nuzzled his neck, filling each breath with his scent—pure man and aftershave. Umm, delectable even mixed with a hint of perspiration. How he’d gotten sweaty made her smile. She’d done that to him. More precisely, they’d done that to each other. Her skin wore a sheen of just-been-fucked as well. Temair loved the way he held her close and carried her without an ounce of difficulty. The bathroom had a glorious view and a gorgeous oversized tub built perfectly for two. He set her on a chair at the vanity, kissed her brow, then turned his back to her as he disposed of the condom. From behind, he looked good bent over, turning on the faucet and testing the water temperature for the bath. For the second time today, he’d fucked her with his pants on. Temair stifled the urge to laugh. God, they’d been so hot for one another, clothes obviously didn’t hamper their desire or prevent her from being sated. He faced her and she smiled. He’d tucked his cock inside his pants but hadn’t zipped. Temair grabbed him by the belt buckle and tugged him closer. “Come here, Evan. I think it’s time you got more comfortable.” His hand wrapped around hers, stilling her attempts. “This evening is all about you. Making you comfortable and showing you how beautiful you truly are. My comfort is not a priority. Yours is.” He knelt while holding her hands then kissed the inside of each palm before tucking them in her lap. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” The heat in his eyes made her heart thump and her pussy hum. Evan gathered an ankle, removed the stiletto then pressed his nose into the ball of her foot and toes, audibly inhaling, right before he sucked her big toe. Temair nearly slid off the seat. The warmth of his mouth, the skill of his tongue laving her toes with a sensual massage made her pussy clench. She clutched the seat the moment his fingers caressed her calf to behind her knee. Slowly he fingered her flesh through the silk stockings in sensual circular motions while tonguing her toes, the ball of her foot, then tickling her sensitive arch. Any other time she would’ve giggled, but he had her so turned-on, the natural reaction died in her throat. Her clit throbbed in need of his touch, but he never extended his reach past mid-thigh. She sucked in a stuttered breath as he trailed the tip of his tongue lightly up the inside of her leg, hovered for a millisecond at the edge of her stocking, then nipped the tender exposed flesh before switching legs. Damn! She’d wanted him to suckle her clit to ease a smidgeon of the sexual tension tormenting her core. With his eyes closed, the expression on his face was one of pure enjoyment. Just watching him administer loving licks and gentle massages speared her pussy with a renewed desperation to be fucked. Before Evan, she never knew the 49
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pleasures derived from the simple touch to a special spot on the foot or leg. Never felt the exquisite sensations he gave her with each suck of a toe or lick along the arch of her foot. He had her on the edge of sheer ecstasy. And she wanted more. “Evan,” she gasped. “I need…” He hooked her legs over his shoulders and kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. Temair impatiently lifted her hips off the chair and shoved the thong to one side. “Evan, please,” she begged. He gifted her with a devastatingly sexy smile that would forever be burned inside her memory bank as unforgettable, right before he separated her folds and captured her swollen bud. All she needed was his mouth, sucking and lavishing her clit. But he also rewarded her with his fingers strumming her slit then delving in deep, two at a time, fucking her. Temair bucked against his tongue, gripping the chair seat for traction. His fingers worked her pussy to perfection. His opposite hand massaged her ass, giving her added support. The feel of his hand shifting on her bottom should have alarmed her, but it didn’t. She was so enthralled with his touch she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—have stopped him. Not when his fingers and mouth provided enormous pleasure. The thumb of his opposite hand slid along her slit from anus to pussy then back again. While the fingers of one hand fucked her pussy, and his mouth and tongue teased her clit, his thumb gained entrance into her tight hole. Temair screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through her. Evan suckled her clit tenderly then kissed the inside of each thigh. His fingers left her pussy but his thumb stayed, inching back and forth in a gentle, sensual assault. God, it felt so good. Every ounce of her was relaxed and she liked the tender fuck he gave her ass. She met his hooded gaze and saw his wicked smile. Those dimples gave him ten times more sex appeal. He pressed farther into her ass with his thumb as his eyes never left hers. Once it was as far as it would go he swirled it in a circle inside her and she thought she’d shatter from the erotic sensations that shot through her core. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a disaster on the verge of happening. “Evan, the tub.” He moved swiftly, stopping the water before it overflowed. He shot a look her way as he drained some of it. “See how you distract me?” He tsked. “The beauty of your legs, the sweet taste of your pussy and your alluring ass made me forget the task at hand.” Temair grinned until he stood, removed his shoes and socks then undid his pants and stepped out of them, taking his boxers off in the same motion. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. He was a vision of pure male excellence in her opinion. Tall and lean with a defined six-pack and a cock she knew could give tremendous pleasure. Those eyes stared at her, setting her soul on fire with a need to fuck him, again and again. Temair doubted she’d ever get tired of sex with Evan as long as he looked at her with such a predatory gleam filled with sexual promise.
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Evan helped her stand then effortlessly undressed her. Considering the only items she still wore were the garter, stockings and thong, it took mere seconds for her to become totally naked. He tested the water and held her hand as she stepped in. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he stated as he turned and hurried out of the bathroom. He returned carrying two glasses and an open bottle of champagne. He set them on the wide window ledge behind the tub then settled into the water behind her. He poured them each a glass and handed her one. Temair relaxed against him. She loved the feel of him stretched out around her as they soaked. He reached his glass to hers and gave a toast. His warm breath caressed her ear. “Here’s to an evening of pleasure.” Her insides trembled at the thought of fucking him again. His cock lay nestled against the small of her back and she couldn’t help but hunger for another adventure in sexual exploration with Evan. His thumb had awakened her curiosity and ignited a different desire she wished to sample. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and casually sipped the champagne. Sweet yet dry with a hint of strawberry. She hadn’t noticed the piece of fruit in the bottom of her glass until now. An unstoppable smile crossed her lips. He’d thought of every detail right down to her favorite fruit. Temair wiggled her bottom closer to his cock and balls. They twitched against her backside, making her giddy with power. If she reached between them, could she coax him into a more solid state? Tilting her chin, she looked over her shoulder. He appeared relaxed. His eyes were closed and his head rested on a bath pillow. The champagne glass was held loosely in one hand, while the other absently played with her hair. This felt comfortable. Sexy, yet comfortable just the same. She rested, enjoying just having him as a cushion in the tub. Silently she sipped her champagne and let the warmth of the water soothe her tender spots. And after coming twice already, she hated to admit she was a bit sore between her thighs. “Relax, Temair,” he whispered. “Let the water soothe our tired muscles and reenergize our souls. Simply lean into me and let me hold you.” The soft tone of his accent and the simple request in his words made her want nothing more than to lie there forever. His legs wrapped around her. He set his champagne on the ledge and refilled both glasses as she held hers steady. Temair settled against him, her head resting on his chest as his fingers gently stroked the side of her neck. A sense of belonging filled her. With this man, in this tub, life was good. She didn’t know how long they lay there enjoying the peace. Somehow she managed to doze. Evan roused her when the water had turned cool and her fingers were pruned. Temair couldn’t believe she’d nodded off. But then again they did have a wonderful meal followed by phenomenal sex—twice. He guided her from the tub, carefully toweled her dry and dressed her in a fluffy white courtesy robe. As soon as he was dry, he slipped a matching one on as well. “Are you comfortable?” He led her to the king-sized bed. 51
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“I couldn’t be more relaxed if you’d given me a full-body massage.” She smiled. “Good. I hope you are willing to spend the night with me.” He leaned close and said teasingly, “And no sneaking out in the early hours.” Temair laughed. “I promise. No sneaking out.” He pulled the covers back. When he turned to her, Temair disrobed. Heat filled his eyes and he smiled. Evan took the robe and laid it on the foot of the bed. He hugged her tight and kissed her. Not hot and demanding, but a kiss filled with a promise of more adventure to come. Temair breathed him in as the kiss ended. Clean, with a hint of pure male allure. Evan helped her sit on the bed’s edge. “Don’t move, please.” He knelt at her feet, looking up at her. “Trust me?” “Yes,” Temair answered without giving it a thought. Somehow she knew she could trust him. His smile brightened his face, bringing out those sexy dimples. He reached underneath the bed, pulled out an average-sized travel bag and unzipped it. She couldn’t see everything he had in it, but that didn’t matter. He filled his palm with vanilla-scented cream, rubbed his hands together then captured a foot. Coolness coated her skin for an instant before he made quick work of warming it with his palms as he massaged her foot, calf, knee and thigh. Evan administered tender care to her entire leg like no one ever had, not even a paid masseuse. This was ten times better. “Your legs deserve attention, tender care.” He reinforced his words with repetitive sensual strokes, working cream into her skin. “Gentle massages, long soaks in the tub, and the finest of moisturizer to keep them soft.” “As long as you’re the one applying it,” Temair stated coyly. He grinned at her. “Anytime, my lady, anytime.” When he finished with her legs, he stood. “Now, let’s get you into a more comfortable position so I can rub your back.” Temair’s insides knotted in anticipation of the perfect massage. If he had her legs feeling marvelous, the rest of her was in for a treat. She eased back onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach. The mattress dipped from his weight as he maneuvered into position. Temair got comfortable, snuggling into the pillow. Chills shot from the center of her spine to her head and down to her toes the moment his slick hands touched her flesh. Oil coated her. The more he rubbed, the warmer it became, sending tingles to her core. Her pussy clenched each time he palmed her ass, massaging and rolling her cheeks. Moving slowly up her back to her shoulders, he brushed her hair to one side and kneaded her neck. Then worked in circles, alternating between light and hard pressure, using every part of his hands like well-honed instruments, relieving even the minutest ounce of tension and turning her on at the same time. The instant his hands brushed across her ass again, moisture filled her pussy, gearing her up for another sampling of Evan’s cock. Instinctively, she arched her hips
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and spread her legs slightly. The bed shifted and coolness coated her flesh from the momentary loss of his touch. She heard the rip of the condom package then Evan moved between her thighs. Strong hands gripped her hips, caressed her ass and guided her onto her knees. He surrounded her. His chest warmed her back. His solid cock was pinned against her ass. Evan practically growled in her ear. “I need you now.” His sheathed cock penetrated her pussy in a slow, tantalizing motion then slid back, just as slowly. Temair moaned in delight. This new low-speed fuck increased her need and lifted her spirits to the edge of ecstasy. She bit the pillow, fighting the urge to rise up on all fours and force him to switch gears into a fast, hard pump. Sensual tension percolated within her as if he were creating the perfect brew. Slow. Deep. In. Out. Temair shivered, enjoying every second, every delectable glide of his cock, coaxing her inner muscles into a blissfully slow orgasm. Heat coiled in the center of her pussy and finally burst, spreading through her entire being. The waves of pleasure washed over her again and again. He gripped her hips and his pace remained steady, yet she sensed he struggled to remain in control. When she intentionally squeezed, holding his cock in tight, he groaned her name as he came. “Temair.” He collapsed, wrapping himself around her. In one fluid motion, he brought them onto their sides, where she nestled into the cocoon of his warmth. Neither spoke for several long seconds. “You feel so good I really hate to do this,” Evan whispered against her ear. Evan left the bed for a few moments, went into the bathroom and then returned. He slid in behind her and tugged her close. With him wrapped around her, she snuggled into a comfortable position and relaxed. Never had she felt so at peace. Every ounce of her was satisfied. He’d fed her, rocked her world up against the windows, orally pleased her, relaxed in the tub with her, given her a great massage and then fucked her slowly until she’d practically imploded from the orgasm. Damn. He was sensational. This was the best date she’d ever experienced. Temair lay in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breaths. She couldn’t help but smile. It seemed obvious by his loosened grip around her waist and the sound of his breathing that he’d fallen asleep. So much for the younger generation being able to outlast the older. She breathed in deep, taking in as much of his scent as possible. It soothed her. He was the perfect man. A girl could get used to such treatment. She sighed, then her insides coiled tightly at the thought that slid into home plate next. Was she falling in love with Evan? Oh god, she wasn’t sure. She knew she liked him, loved what he did to her and the way he made her feel, but was what she felt turning into more than hot lust for a younger man? Temair had difficulty sorting through her thoughts, her feelings. She doubted she could ever have a trusting relationship again. She stared at the ceiling. Look what love and trust had gotten her in the past. Swallowing hard against the sharp, stabbing sensation cutting through her chest, Temair tried to staunch the memories rushing 53
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through the floodgates she’d held them locked behind for so long. That last night with him, fists hitting her, his loud drunken accusations and then the fall that permanently changed her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shoved his hated image from her mind and tried to focus on the now. But doubts continued to flog her brain with questions. Evan was younger. Did he want kids? A wife? Would he want more than she could give? What if he didn’t feel the same for her? Had she let her imagination run wild thinking they might have a future? Was she wrong to even think that way? What if this was just a holiday fling for him? Could she handle that? Was that something the younger generation did for a thrill, hook up with an older woman—a cougar? Temair’s thoughts screeched to a halt. She’d never thought of herself as a cougar before. But wasn’t that an older woman who chased after a younger man? In this instance, he had done the chasing, not her. As if he sensed her inner turmoil, his arm tightened around her waist, closing any gap that may have slipped between them. Sleepily his lips brushed her ear as the heat of whispered words sent chills dancing along her skin. “You need your rest, my lady. I’ve got so much more planned to share with you.” His sensual soft tone eased the tension in her chest somewhat. Not completely, but enough to make her relax. Temair forced her insecurities aside. She wasn’t a cougar. He had done the chasing. Not her. The thought slipped through her mind, untying the knot in her chest just a little bit more. Lying here with him was exquisite. If this was all they shared, a week of pleasure, then Evan was an experience she didn’t want to miss. With Evan, she decided she’d take it one day at a time and see what happened. That was all she could ask and hoped it worked that way for him as well. Temair closed her eyes, letting the warmth of him surround her and smooth away any wrinkle of doubt and insecurity that lingered. He may not be her future, but he was the salve her soul desperately needed to heal the wounds of her past. And for now that was enough.
***** The magnificent scent of bacon filled the air. Temair’s mouth watered as she rolled over and stretched. Was that coffee she smelled as well? “Ah, you’re awake,” Evan said. “I ordered breakfast. I thought you might like a leisurely morning in bed. And what better way to start it off than with a healthy, energy-replenishing meal.” Temair sat up. Seeing him in the doorway with a tray in hand melted her heart, but it was the sexual promise in his eyes that set her soul on fire. He truly was the perfect package. She scooted out of bed and stood. “I need to freshen up first,” she said. He set the tray on the bed, grabbed the robe and helped her into it.
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After brushing a light kiss to her cheek, he replied on a husky breath, “It’s a rainy Sunday morning. Are you game for staying inside? My outdoor plans have been placed on hold.” He paused, gave her a playful look and a drop-dead sexy grin. “For now.” Pure heat percolated in her middle and her mouth watered. Not sure if it was the smell of the food or the essence of the man that made her hungry, Temair smiled. When she returned from the bathroom, he beckoned her to join him in the middle of the bed. He sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the tray table perched between them. Once Temair was settled, he poured her coffee, then his. “Mmmm,” she sighed after taking a sip. “Just the thing I needed to jump-start my blood.” His eyebrow arched as he peered at her over the rim of his cup. Those sexy dimples couldn’t be missed, nor could she ignore the innuendo in his husky tone. “I can think of a few ways to stir your body to life other than coffee.” “I’m sure you can.” As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. “But I need food if I’m even going to attempt to keep up with you.” He lifted the covers off their meals and grinned. “Bon appétit, my lady.” Her morning couldn’t have started off any better. They sat feeding each other, talking and laughing as if they’d been together forever. She liked the fact he seemed more at ease over breakfast and revealed tidbits about himself and his personal life. She learned he had a brother, who he backpacked across Europe with during the summer after he graduated from college. His parents were retired professors living in a quiet suburb outside London. And he… He spent most of his time searching the world for the next great phenomenon in the jewelry industry. “Have any luck at the convention?” Temair inquired, trying not to sound as if she were prying. But she’d heard a rumor that Deidre Delany had signed a rather significant contract with an undisclosed company right after the convention. Jealousy brewed in her gut to think of Deidre anywhere near Evan. She quickly took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to prevent that unwanted emotion from showing if she spoke again. “I believe that I did,” he stated without elaborating further. He stood, removed the tray from the bed and took her empty coffee cup. After fluffing the bed pillows and stacking them neatly into a pile behind her, he instructed her to slide back and make herself comfortable. Temair did as he asked. Evan pulled the travel bag from under the bed beside her feet then settled on his knees next to it. He scooted into position, laid a towel across his lap and placed one of her feet on his knee. Opening the bag, he pulled out several items she recognized. When she gave him a confused, pursed-brow look, he simply explained in a low, husky tone. “I’m giving you a pedicure, my lady. Just lay back and relax.”
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First he removed the polish from her toes, explaining as he worked. “As a young lad, I realized my fascination with feet. One of my many odd jobs was in a nail salon. I worked as a pedicurist.” Delicately, he caressed her foot with lavender-scented massage lotion from toes to ball to arch to heel and back up again and again. Moisture formed in her folds and her pussy clenched with each tender circular motion of his thumbs. Temair forced her hands to remain folded in her lap as she watched Evan administer loving care to her foot. His expression was priceless. His eyes seemed glazed with lust and he swallowed a lot as if it took extreme effort to control his actions. Inwardly she smiled, knowing this was a schooled man in the art of foot and leg loving and she was his apt pupil. When he finally finished the massage, he lowered that foot to his knee and picked up the other foot. With the same gentle care, he gifted it with a phenomenal massage that had her hot and horny, but somehow she managed to control herself and not jump his bones, which was exactly what she wanted to do. He had her relaxed and sexually tense at the same time. God, his hands were truly magnificent when it came to a foot massage. He touched all the right spots that kept her body humming for sex. With the task of the massage complete, he selected a color from the box. After a quick application of alcohol to remove any cream from the massage lotion, he blew on her toes. Chills shot straight up her inner thigh and speared her pussy with need. Damn, this was the hottest pedicure she’d ever gotten. She knotted her hands tightly in a ball and focused on his skilled fingers as they performed the perfect play. He inserted hot-pink foam toe spacers, then shook and opened the deep-red polish. For a split second, she saw his hand tremble right before he applied the first coat of polish to her little toe. Slow and methodical, he painted each nail with precision. She noted sweat beaded his brow and he appeared as if he was in total concentration on the process. When he completed one foot, he looked up at her. “There’s a reason I don’t do this as my job anymore.” His voice was thick and hoarse. He gathered her unpainted foot in his hand and guided it toward his lap. A solid rod of hardened cock met her touch. She brushed open his robe with her toes and it sprang upright at full attention. She couldn’t help but smile. “So your job became your passion,” she stated as seductively as she could. “Yes.” He practically croaked as he captured her foot, stopping her caress of his cock. “It seems getting a boner wasn’t a plus at the nail salon.” When he bent to paint her other toes, she couldn’t help but tease him. “I like the feel of your cock between my feet. It turns me on.” His Adam’s apple bobbed and his tongue darted across his lips. “Honey, you’re not helping. I’ve got to finish painting your toes or you’ll be uneven.” Temair pressed back into the pillows and swallowed hard. She desperately wanted to fuck him. The pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his cock teased her beyond belief. It was obvious he definitely loved the attention he administered to her feet. But when he was done, she planned to ride him into oblivion. She fisted the sheets and watched him coat 56
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her nails with the deep-red polish. After applying two coats to each toe, he added a layer of clear then blew across them for several seconds. Every ounce of her was on fire. The heat of his breath sent multiple shock waves of desire up the insides of her thighs, causing her pussy to weep with need and tighten internally with the desperate desire for his cock. Evan’s gaze locked on hers. The look of a man tortured by his passion filled his expression and she wanted nothing more than to ease his sexual tension. Temair held his gaze. He lifted her feet, kissing each arch as he placed them flat against his shoulders. She felt the bed shift as he tossed the nail supplies into the bag and gathered something out of it. “This is why I was fired from that job, Temair. I had great difficulty focusing on the simple task of giving a pedicure without my cock getting hard.” His grin turned sheepish and his gaze darkened. “Not all the feet that I handled turned me on, but the ones that did…” He sighed. “Those I wanted desperately to lift to my shoulders like this.” She heard the whisper of the condom package rip. “And fuck.” She licked her lips as she forced her gaze to remain on his, though she itched to watch his hand glide along his penis, sheathing it with the condom. “And did you? Did you fuck your clients, Evan?” “Only the ones who took notice of my passion,” he replied. “Some of them invited me into their homes to give them private pedicures.” The hesitation in his eyes couldn’t be missed. It was the first sign of vulnerability she’d seen in him. She knew he waited on her to either condemn him or accept his actions. It surprised her to learn that it turned her on knowing he’d shared this passion with others. She couldn’t stop the smile that split her lips and loved the erotic timbre her voice seemed to have taken on as she answered, while slowly sliding her foot down his abdomen to fondle his cock. “Evan, it is your passion that has me in desperate need of a good fucking.” The sound of him sucking in air between his clenched teeth the moment her big toe smoothed the pre-cum on the head of his cock empowered her to continue. “Your profound understanding of the most sensual spots of the foot and leg has me aching for your cock. One has to practice in order to master their skills. And you, dear Evan, are the master and I am your pupil. Teach me.” She ran her toes back and forth along his solid rod, leaving a faint trail of nail polish in their wake and watched his eyes close as if he struggled to maintain control. “Teach me every nuance of this sexual art.” His eyes opened wide as he grabbed her ankle and returned it to his shoulder. His voice sounded gravelly and strained. “Let the lessons begin.” Evan gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy. Temair gasped, meeting his thrust with a solid pelvic push of her own. She wanted this, hard and fast. She needed his cock pummeling her pussy.
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“Fuck me, Evan. Harder. Please fuck me harder,” she managed to command in between inhaling oxygen in rapid succession. The foot massage, the sensual pedicure, his honest admission of his fetish addiction had her hot and horny. The harder he pumped, the wetter she became. Temair kept her feet firmly planted on his shoulders, anchoring herself so she could match his frantic pace. Tension coiled deep within her pussy, wanting for just the right stroke to implode. She loved the feel of him caressing her legs as he fucked her. It increased her need with every tender touch of his fingertips. When he cupped her foot in his hand then nipped the inside of her arch, she rode the tidal wave of pleasure to the brink but hovered on the edge. She wanted more, that extra something to wash her over the ledge into oblivion. Caught up in the passionate heat of Evan’s talents, Temair didn’t realize he released one leg and reached into his bag of tricks, which still sat on the bed beside them. Faster and faster he pumped, then suddenly he slowed for a millisecond as he opened her ass cheeks with the finger of one hand, readied her anus with a quick finger of lube then before she could react, he slipped a slender vibrating dildo into her ass. Temair froze. His predatory gaze captivated hers. “If you want me to stop—” He drew his cock out leaving only the plump head inserted as he gently inched the vibrator forward. Tension of a whole new kind controlled her libido. Vibrating fingers ricocheted along her spine to the top of her head and back down again. Damn. She’d never experienced anything like this. Uncertainty tainted her emotions. This definitely was labeled as taboo in her book, but she couldn’t deny it felt good. “No,” she gasped as her eyes rolled back and she let the sensations rule her soul, “don’t stop.” He set a steady pace, alternating between cock and dildo. Temair clutched his shoulders with her ankles for support and relished the new experience taking over her body. In, out, over and over, he fucked her with both magnificent pieces, one of solid flesh, the other a vibrating gift of pleasure. When he pushed the vibrator in to its deepest point, Temair shivered from head to toe, every ounce of her levitated on the verge of orgasm, tipping back and forth. She just needed something. As the vibrator glided backward, his cock filled her pussy, then what she wanted just hit her. Opening her eyes, she saw a man struggling to maintain control. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. Strained concentration filled his expression. His eyes were closed but she knew the heat and desire that lived within them. Carefully she maneuvered, reaching for the dildo. The moment her hand touched his, his eyes sprang open. Wicked intent darkened his gaze and slammed into her, renewing her desire to please him as well as herself. She guided his hand forward, inserting the dildo to its maximum point. His nostrils flared the second she arched, causing his cock to glide deeper into her pussy. He clutched her hip with one hand and covered her hand holding the dildo in place as he increased his pace, fucking her hard and fast. This was the fullest she’d ever been. Vibrations spread from her ass to her pussy and up her spine. Each time his cock
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was in balls-deep, she felt it pulse to the rhythm set by the dildo. His cock vibrated as well. It was all she could do to concentrate on keeping the dildo in place when the tidal wave hit. Her head thrashed from side to side as he fucked her harder and harder. She knew the moment he couldn’t refrain any longer. Her name rolled from his lips on a harsh growl in a thicker than normal accent. It was enough to shove her over the brink and into the abyss. The dildo vibrated on high in her ass causing his cock to shimmy to the beat as he came. Nothing could have been any sweeter. Temair let go of the vibrator and simply lay nestled in his arms. Damn, the man was a master at sexual pleasure.
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Chapter Nine Monday morning came too soon. Temair sat at her workbench, thinking of the man she’d left a few hours before. Outside the hotel, he’d hailed her a cab only after she’d promised to meet him for lunch. The rain had stopped, leaving a fresh scent on an otherwise musky-smelling city. She sighed openly. Yesterday had been the best Sunday of her life. They never got dressed. They lounged around in fluffy white robes, ordered room service and watched old movies on TV. Dinner became a feast eaten off one another followed by hot sex on the couch and a long soak in the tub. She couldn’t stop the smile at the memory of seeing the imprint of her ass cheeks on the windows. There was no denying the shape on the glass was someone’s butt. She’d damn near snorted coffee through her nose when she saw it. Evan’s gentlemanly nature stepped up and he removed the image with a towel, but his devilish smile let her know he relived the incident as he cleaned. Closing her eyes, she could still feel him wrapped around her as they slept. A shiver raced across her flesh and skid to a halt between her thighs, leaving her moist and damp just at the thought of him. The door to her workshop opened. Temair sat straight, pretending to focus on the piece in her hand. The aroma of coffee filled the room as Lisanne walked toward her workbench. She set the cup in front of Temair then pulled up a stool next to her and stated cheerfully, “Dish, girlfriend. How’d your date go with your younger man? You’ve been keeping secrets and I’m feeling left out.” Temair put down the gemstone watchband and lifted the coffee as she leaned back in her comfortable high-back swivel chair. Where should she begin? Emotions swirled inside her chest that even she hadn’t taken the time to sort out. She met Lisanne’s beautiful brown eyes and knew there was no way out of this conversation. They’d been friends for far too long to try to hide things from her. “I’m sort of seeing Evan Lyndsay.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Duh.” Lisanne snorted. “I’d say you’re seeing all of the man. But…” She softly tilted Temair’s face to meet her gaze when she tried to look away. “Something’s got your panties in a wad over this relationship. Don’t tell me you’re still worried about the age crap. I thought we decided to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted and to hell with everything else.” Temair fidgeted and leaned out of Lisanne’s reach. Maybe talking this out with her best friend would help. “That’s part of it. I’ve never had a relationship like this with a younger man. I don’t know how to handle it. Hell,” she huffed loudly then said, “I’m a
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mess of nerves right now. I can’t think. Whenever I try to concentrate, he fills my brain with—” She stopped short, biting her lip before she spilled too much. Lisanne burst out laughing, which became infectious and caused Temair to laugh as well. It eased the knot in her chest. “Damn, girl. You’ve got it bad.” When she sobered, Temair managed to ask, “Got what bad?” “You’re falling in love with him.” “Am not,” Temair snapped defensively, sitting straight in her chair. Even though she knew Lisanne spoke the truth. No matter how she tried to deny it, her heart had become involved and that scared the shit out of her. “Honey,” Lisanne’s tone switched from friendly teasing to one of deep devotion and caring as she took Temair’s hand. “Listen, there’s nothing wrong with loving a younger man. And from what I’ve seen, that man’s got it bad for you as well.” “No, he doesn’t. It’s just—” Temair shook her head adamantly. “Sex,” Lisanne interjected. “Keep telling yourself that, babe. If that’s what you want to believe. In my opinion, it’s time you let the past go. There’s a hot young stud in your future. And believe me, if he were after me, I’d ride that bad boy until his dick fell off, giving him the most fantastic sexual memories of a lifetime.” Temair chuckled nervously. With as much sex as they had in the past twenty-four hours, she was lucky she could walk. Instantly, her nipples pebbled and her pussy moistened thinking of sex with Evan. God, what had he done to her? He’d tapped into a vein of sensual woman, that’s what. Temair met Lisanne’s loving, sisterly gaze. “I’m not sure I can handle this.” Lisanne stood and made Temair stand as well, turning her to face the mirror on the wall. Lisanne’s hands were on her shoulders as her best friend stood behind her. “Temair, in that mirror I see a beautiful, strong woman. I just wish you could see her as well. You deserve a man like Evan. No one can predict the future. Just once, you should live in the moment and not worry about tomorrow or what anyone thinks. Take it one day at a time and who knows, twenty years from now you just might still be fucking him on a daily basis.” Temair burst out laughing. Leave it to Lisanne to turn a serious speech into a deadon form of reasoning with humor. She leaned into Lisanne. Lisanne hugged her and she squeezed Lisanne’s hands lovingly. “You are the best friend anyone could ask for.” They heard the bell above the store’s front door ring and knew someone had entered the store, but lingered for a moment in the friendly hug. At the sound of someone clearing their throat, they turned without letting each other go. Evan stood in the doorway, holding a cardboard tray with three large coffees and a brown paper bag of goodies. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” He shot them a sexy smile, complete with those hot little dimples that Temair loved so much. Even with Lisanne in the room,
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Temair noted his eyes were only on her. Heat simmered to life in her core. Damn, he had to have some sort of magic in his soul to be able to reach across a room and jumpstart her sex drive without so much as a touch. Lisanne released her and sauntered directly toward him. She lifted a cup from the tray. “I was just warming her up. She’s all yours, big boy.” She grabbed the doorknob and right before she closed it, she leaned her head in and added, “Thanks for the coffee.” Then shut the door. Evan’s eyes widened and his expression was priceless. “Just as I suspected,” Temair said teasingly, closing the distance between them. “You’re no different than every other man out there. Your deepest fantasy is two women at once.” Before he could reply, she took her coffee, turned and began walking to her workbench. Instantly he closed the gap and wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her tightly against him. The heat of his lips near her ear sent rivers of need rolling through her core. “I have to admit, the idea of pleasing two sets of sexy legs is intriguing. But that’s not my deepest fantasy. You are.” He pressed his hard cock against the small of her back. “You mean to tell me that a woman my age is your deepest fantasy.” Temair knew she was digging for an answer that plagued her. But she hoped her insecurity over their age gap didn’t show in the playful tone she tried to use when she spoke. His lips brushed her neck as he reached over her shoulder to tilt her chin with his fingertips. When their eyes met, pure honesty shone in his gaze as he answered. “Temair, you are aged to perfection and the object of my desire. No woman has ever turned me on the way you do. As far as I’m concerned, age has no relevance in our relationship.” Evan kissed and nipped along her jaw, before hovering near the corner of her mouth. The warmth of his lips teased hers as he continued. “Please don’t let a number stand between us. Let’s test the boundaries. Explore the possibilities. Let’s see where this takes us as we learn each other’s likes, dislikes and desires. My only wish is to please you mentally, physically and sexually for as long as you will let me.” His words took root, convincing her of one thing. He wanted her and to him the age gap didn’t matter. Temair breathed in deep and made the decision not to let it hamper their sexual adventure. If it didn’t bother him, then she refused to let it upset her any longer. The hottest, sexiest man ever to have entered her life stood with a stiff cock poking her in the back and she had no intentions of letting him suffer any longer. She swallowed and had to set the coffee down before she dropped it. Turning in the grip of his arm, she cupped his clothed cock with one hand while relieving him of the tray and bag, setting them alongside her cup on the workbench. She leaned in close to his lips and whispered huskily, “I have a fantasy and you’re going to let me fulfill it right now.”
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Temair slid down his body until she was situated on her knees. Staring up at him, she unzipped his pants and released his cock. Gently she caressed his length, massaging him from the glorious plump head to his solid base. But she wanted to touch all of him. She reached for his belt. “Last night,” she said, then blew a heated breath along his cock and watched his gaze narrow and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I wanted to suck your cock, but never got the chance.” She gave him a heated look of warning as she slid his clothing from around his waist. “This morning your cock is mine to do with as I please.” The moment he stood in her office with his pants and boxers around his ankles she was in heaven. Pure power sizzled through her veins as she took him into her mouth. Slowly she suckled him, inch by inch, while cupping and rolling his balls gently with her fingertips. His groan and shift in stance as he grabbed the workbench with one hand for support and laced the fingers of his other hand in her hair, fueled her need to taste him. She liked the fact he didn’t try to guide her motions. Instead he simply massaged her scalp as she explored and loved his cock. Alternating between licking him from tip to balls and sucking him, she was enjoying her morning snack. His scent filled her senses. The salt of his skin enticed her hunger. At her own pace, she took him deeper and deeper until she’d mastered the skill and tasted all of his cock in one long, hard suckle from base to head. She thought his knees would buckle when she did it, which made her grin around his cock as she teased his length with her tongue. Over and over, she swallowed his cock, sucking and sampling his magnificent essence. Never before had she wanted to please a man in this manner as much as she wanted to please Evan. His hand tightened in her hair and she knew from the tremble of his cock in her mouth that his orgasm was imminent. Harder and harder she sucked, drawing him deep, squeezing his balls lovingly, until he lost control. Evan pumped roughly in and out of her mouth for several seconds before he came. His gasps were music to her ears as his cock filled her mouth with his cum. She liked his flavor as she drank and sucked until his cock relaxed. Her legs shook as she stood. Evan’s arms were around her waist in an instant as he clutched her close and kissed her passionately. When his hand tried to gain access inside her jeans, she broke from the kiss, grabbed his wrist and grinned. “Nuhuhuh, this morning was all about you fulfilling my fantasy.” She licked her lips and slid a wanton gaze down his body to his cock then met his eyes once again. “That’s a tasty fantasy. Mind if I revisit it again later?” He grinned and with a shake of his head replied, “What man in his right mind would say no?” He cupped her chin and leaned in close. “You’ve got the most talented mouth I’ve ever met.” Then he kissed her lightly before releasing her to pull up his pants.
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Temair sat at her bench and took a sip of the coffee he’d brought her. “Mmm, perfect.” “The coffee or me?” he quipped teasingly as he lifted his cup from the tray. “Both.” Temair couldn’t help but grin. Evan moved to stand behind her and looked over her shoulder. “Your designs are beautiful. I like the use of the multiple colors of gemstones in this watchband.” “Thank you.” His closeness caused her nipples to pearl and her insides to tighten with need. Concentration on her work screeched to a halt and she had a deadline to meet. She turned in her seat to face him. “Evan, I really need to finish this. With you near, I can’t think straight.” “I know how you feel. You have the same effect on me.” Temair’s heart seemed to swell from his innocent admission. Did he mean it? His arms wrapped around her in a hug and he placed a kiss to her brow. “I’ll make you a deal. Work gets you for the mornings and I get you every day from noon until you have to return to work for the rest of my holiday. Deal?” Sexual hunger lingered in his gaze. The gentle brush of his pelvis against her pussy as he stood between her legs made her realize he had a semi-erection, which reinforced his words, letting Temair know he meant them. She obviously had the same effect on him. “How can I refuse when you look at me like that?” She hooked her ankles around the back of his knees and tugged him closer. Capturing his mouth, she kissed him, battling his tongue for dominance. When they pulled apart, she was breathless. Damn, the man could kiss. “I’ll be back to pick you up for lunch.” He turned, grabbed his coffee and stopped at the door. “Oh, put your walking shoes on. I’ve got plans for us.”
***** Every day that week he dropped off coffee and a breakfast snack for her and Lisanne. At lunch, he brought some sort of takeout to Lisanne then left with Temair for the rest of the day. Temair was beginning to think the food was his way of bribing Lisanne for taking her away. She couldn’t remember ever being so happy. The more time they spent together, the less the age thing bothered her until it was no longer a spot on their relationship. Evan made sure of it by keeping her busy acting like a tourist with him. They lunched in diners or quiet bistros then he took her to a multitude of museums. Each day they visited a different one. She never realized how many existed in New York City. Monday was the Museum of Natural History. Tuesday landed them at the Met, which secretly she’d always wanted to visit, but had never taken the time. Wednesday they toured the Guggenheim. Thursday they spent the day at the Bronx Zoo.
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At night, they ate in different nationality restaurants, trying a wide range of foods. According to Evan, he liked sampling flavors from around the world and in New York there was a never-ending supply of choices. Each night when they dressed for dinner, he gave her a new pair of silk stockings and sexy undergarments, which she wore for him. And somehow he even managed to buy her a pair of comfortable stilettos. On Friday, when he dropped off the morning coffee, he gave her a large shopping bag containing several wrapped boxes. He kissed her cheek and made one simple request before he left. “Please wear this when I pick you up for lunch.” Then he was gone. Temair sat staring at the bag, itching to open it. Though she enjoyed the time spent with him during their afternoon jaunts and hadn’t found a food she didn’t like at any of the restaurants they’d visited, it was the hours spent in his hotel room that burned brightest. It seemed he never tired of pleasing her, or she him. A sly smile upturned her lips at the memory of fucking him while dressed in nothing but a garter, silk stockings and those sexy stilettos he’d given her. She’d never forget his expression when she ran the spiked heel up along his rockhard cock right before he’d lost control and fucked her wildly. Her pussy moistened just thinking about it. Her fingers shook as she placed the last of the order for the watch company in the safe. With that completed, her schedule was finally cleared to relax with Evan before he had to return to London on Sunday. Biting her lower lip, it saddened her to think how fast the week had flown. There were just a few short days left. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. Live for the now, she reminded herself. Temair pulled the boxes from the bag and set them on the desk. She opened the smallest box first. Black silk stockings, black leather garter and a leather and lace bra lay neatly folded inside. She lifted the stockings and loved the delicate lace around the top, which had a pink ribbon woven through it that culminated in a tiny bow in the front. The garter belt and bra were made from the softest leather she’d ever felt. The garter’s stays were black lace with pink ribbon and bows. The bra had lace across the tops of each cup and the straps were lace with pink ribbon and a pair of pink bows sat where the strap met the cup. The perfect matching set. The second box contained a magnificently soft silk dress. It was an incredible shade of dark green with a black leather belt and black leather trim accentuated the low scoop of the neckline. As she held it up, she noted it fell a bit shorter than she normally wore. She laid it across the back of the chair. In the third box, she found a pair of black leather stiletto boots. They came to about mid-thigh. These she’d seen in a magazine and had adored them. Temair stopped and stared into space. She’d been looking through that magazine with Evan at lunch the other day. Excitement blossomed in her core. He’d taken notice and gotten them for her. Not that she’d meant for him to buy them. It truly had been an innocent admission that she liked them as they perused the articles about the latest fashions. Temair gathered her
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gifts and ran into the bathroom to freshen up and change. If he wanted her to wear this to lunch, then she damn well aimed to please. About a half-hour later, Evan opened the door to her office. She stood at the mirror adjusting her breasts in the pick-em-up bra. If the neckline went any lower, her bra would have shown. As it was, she worried her boobs might pop out if she wasn’t careful. She quickly turned to face him and every ounce of worry whisked away on an outward breath. The I-want-to-fuck-you-right-now look he gifted her with nearly had her stripping on the spot. He closed the distance and kissed her as if he were dying of hunger. “Damn, you look sexy. I knew this would look good on you but…” He let out a low whistle as he stepped back and slid his gaze from her breasts to her toes then back to her eyes. “You look stunning.” “Thank you.” Giddiness filled her insides, making her feel wonderful and horny at the same time. Those eyes of his caressed her with a hot sensual gaze that made her breasts tingle. She was thankful the bra kept her hard nipples from showing through the dress. She lifted her foot and nodded toward it. “You sure I’m dressed appropriately for where we’re going?” “Baby, you’re perfect.” He took her hand and led her to the cab waiting outside. For the entire ride, he refused to tell her what he had planned. Instead he kept her hand in his lap and she couldn’t miss the condition of his cock. Inwardly she smiled, knowing he was hard for her. The cab came to a halt but she didn’t get the chance to see where they were before he paid and helped her out. With her hand in his, he led her inside the Museum of Sex. He whispered close to her ear, “I read about this place and wanted to bring you here to see it with me.” The museum was quiet. There were hardly any other patrons other than them. Taking their time, they strolled from exhibit to exhibit. They sat and watched the editorials about sex. To Temair, these verged on porn, which she’d never found exciting, but sitting next to Evan she was turned-on. It had to be the fact he leaned in close to her and kept an arm around her waist as his other hand held hers. On occasion he lifted it to his lips and kissed her knuckles or her palm, keeping the heat brewing in her core. When a couple experiencing anal sex appeared on screen, his hand left her waist and slowly caressed up and down the center of her back from her ass to the base of her neck. Turning, she met his hooded gaze. They’d fucked her ass with differentsized toys, but never his cock. But tonight, she planned to fix that situation. She kissed him provocatively while gliding the knuckles of her hand along the front of his pants. The hardness of his cock couldn’t be missed. If they weren’t in a public place, she’d fuck him right now. As if he read her mind, he stood and escorted her deeper into the museum. The next exhibit that caught her attention was one that displayed the sexual art of ropes, knots and tying certain body parts into tight packages. Ropes bound a woman’s hands, ankles and breasts. Her breasts appeared engorged and it looked as if she were
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in pain, but pain of an erotically exquisite source. She glanced at Evan and his attention seemed glued to the intricate design of the ropes. Beside the woman in the display stood a man in a similar state. Ropes bound his hands and ankles, keeping him in a spread-eagle position. She couldn’t help but stare at the way the rope was intricately laced around his balls and the base of his penis. She couldn’t be certain how long she stared, but Evan’s whispered words near her ear and the heat of his body against her back startled her. “You seem to be entranced by this form of sex. Interested in trying it?” Tilting her chin, the erotic fire in his eyes ignited a desperate desire to please him from deep within her soul. Before she thought better of it, the words escaped her lips. “For you, anything.” He kissed her as his hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts and squeezed. His thumbs slid over the neckline’s edge and caressed her flesh. Every ounce of her quivered, wanting him to pinch and suck her nipples. Evan broke from the kiss and grinned. “I think we need a drink to cool us down just a bit.” Temair couldn’t speak. She nodded and he guided her to the bar. After acquiring their drinks and settling her at a dark, quiet table in the corner, he excused himself. “I’ll be right back.” Within a few minutes, he returned with a shopping bag from the gift shop. He slid into the cushioned booth beside her. “I’ve got something I think you’ll like.” He didn’t wait for her to respond. Evan pulled a butt plug from the bag and opened it. Temair couldn’t believe what he was doing. She darted her gaze around the bar, but noted no one other than the bartender was there and he was busy on the phone with his back to them. Evan cleaned it with the hand sanitizer she kept in her purse then took his second purchase from the bag, a small tube of lube. Her lips parted as if she were going to protest but couldn’t form the words. He slid closer to her and whispered, “I want to place this in that perfect heaven of your ass, baby. Then later, I plan to replace it with my cock. Just knowing you’re sitting at dinner with this caressing your anus…” He visibly shivered, licked his lips then added on a gravelly breath, “It’ll keep me hard and turned-on and ready to fuck you at a moment’s notice.” Temair couldn’t resist. She cupped his hard-on through his pants and said, “I think you’re already there.” “Please. For me, Temair.” The strain in his voice made her smile. She wielded a great sexual power over this man at the moment and there was no way she was going to let him down. She touched the butt plug and hesitated. “It’s larger than anything else we’ve tried.” “I promise, it’s no bigger than my cock, baby. And if you can handle this, my cock won’t be a problem.” Temair took a breath, then leaned in close to his lips. “Your cock is never a problem.” 67
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She lifted as much as she could from the seat and slid the hem of her dress up. With the plug in hand, Evan glided it between her ass cheeks until the tip fit snugly in her anus. Temair gasped softly and chewed her lower lip. “Sit, baby. Use your body to ease it in.” His hand didn’t move as she slowly lowered onto the plug. Her insides shook as her anus stretched to accommodate the foreign object. Oh god, her pussy was soaked and her nipples were pinnacles of steel by the time she was fully seated. It surprised her how well her ass adjusted to the size. Evan wiggled it and she nearly exploded. “You trying to make me come?” she whispered harshly against his neck. “Every chance I get.” Before she could stop him, his fingers were teasing her pussy while he gently caused the plug to move just a tiny bit in her ass with his other hand. It didn’t take much for her to come, soaking his fingers. Evan laughed lightly as he pulled his hand out from under her and licked her juices from the hand that played with her pussy. “I knew you’d like this place,” he teased. He gathered the packaging, returned it to the bag, placed the lube in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and then helped her out of the booth. As he blocked the bartender’s view, Temair straightened her dress and they left.
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Chapter Ten Evan kept his arm around her waist as they walked outside. Evening had fallen, causing Temair to realize they’d spent the entire afternoon in the museum. Step by step, her insides fluttered, knowing the plug was in place. She glanced at people as they passed and hoped they couldn’t tell. No, it didn’t seem that they did. Why would they? No one knew she was experiencing a personal sexual thrill but she and Evan. At the corner, he hailed a cab and intentionally smoothed his hand across her bottom. Temair tightened her butt cheeks on reflex and he gave her a drop-dead, dimple-popping smile. He whispered as he held the cab door and she stepped forward, “If I’d known you’d have gotten this turned-on, we would’ve tried public play sooner.” Temair met his hooded gaze with one of pure heat. “Just wait and see what I’ve got in store for you later.” His eyes closed for a split second as if contemplating her challenge. She noted he had to reposition himself as he scooted into the cab behind her. Once the door closed, he spouted an address and the cab lunged into traffic. Temair hated cab rides in the city. In her opinion it was like taking your life in your hands and tossing it into a swirl of bumper cars operated by crazed individuals, all vying for the most customers per night. But tonight’s ride took on a whole new perspective when the cab hit a bump and they bounced in the seat. The plug shifted. Her pussy hummed and the level of erotic stimulation zipping through her core lifted to the next degree. She swallowed hard against the moan that threatened to escape. Evan gave her a knowing smile and she closed her eyes, praying for the strength to resist jumping his bones in the backseat. She’d heard about such things happening. From the uncontrollable waves of pleasure each dip in the road caused the plug to give her, she understood how horniness could drive one to fuck in a cab. When they finally reached their destination, she was a bundle of raw nerves. Evan helped her from the cab, gathered her in his arms and kissed her. He brushed the hair from her eyes. “No one’s ever done this for me, Temair. Sharing our little secret through dinner is going to damn near kill me.” She tickled his soul patch with her fingertip and smiled. “I intend to show you how excited this has me when I get you alone.” “I’m counting on it.” He grinned then turned, keeping a hand at the small of her back and escorted her into a restaurant she never thought she’d visit. Le Bernardin was one of the top restaurants listed in New York’s guide to fine dining. The moment they walked in, the soft sounds of a baby grand piano whispered
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in the air. The scent of wonderful food tempted their taste buds and she couldn’t keep her mouth from watering. “This is a country we haven’t sampled yet,” Temair stated as they followed the maître d’ to a table. “French. I saved one of my favorites for last.” He winked. The décor was fabulous and their table was in a cozy location for a private dinner for two. Temair loved the way he wined and dined her every night so far. She lifted the water glass, took a sip and watched him in action with the waiter as he ordered a bottle of wine. It piqued her interest to hear him speak French fluently. When he was done, the waiter scurried away. “I’m impressed.” He grinned sheepishly as he explained. “Did I forget to tell you my mother is French? She made sure my brother and I spoke the language.” “You are just full of surprises,” she teased. The waiter reappeared with his selection and opened it. It was a superb cabernet. Before the waiter disappeared, Evan looked at her and asked, “May I order for the both of us? I have something special in mind I think you’ll enjoy.” She nodded and he gave the order in French. Chills skittered down her arms as she listened. She liked the way the words rolled off his tongue in his accent. It sounded exotic. She wiggled in her seat, enjoying the tight sensation of the plug and the hot sound of her man speaking a sexy language. Evan shot her a gaze that made her even hotter. He guided their conversation to the different things they had shared throughout the week. When asked which museum was her favorite she cocked an eyebrow, deliberately shifted in her seat, held a smoldering gaze leveled on his and stated on a husky breath, “Today’s museum was and is my favorite.” The rest of the meal went on as such with both gifting the other with sexual innuendos while sampling an array of wondrous dishes. Temair kept her booted foot in his lap for most of the meal, toying with his cock and keeping him on edge just like her. Except he didn’t have a toy up his ass. But she knew her foot was working a sexual magic all its own with him. This was the first meal where he didn’t suggest they stay for dessert and coffee. Nope. He was in a rush to get her back to the hotel and Temair couldn’t wait. The second they slid into the backseat of the cab and it moved into traffic, she kissed him, hot and passionately, while stroking his cock through his pants. Like a pair of carefree teenagers, they kissed and cuddled for the entire ride, not caring if the driver watched in the rearview mirror. What were the chances they’d ever be in his cab again? They’d barely come to a halt when Evan paid the driver and they scooted to the curb. The doorman opened the door to the hotel lobby and they walked as fast as respectfully possible to the elevators. Not all the elevators went to the penthouse floor. Just one specific set and Temair was grateful for no stops until they reached the top. The 70
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doors spread apart and they hurried into the room, wrapped around each other, locked in a kiss. Evan kicked the door closed behind them while working his hands under her skirt to cup her bottom. His lips never left hers as he located the butt plug and turned it. Temair groaned against his mouth. In a flash, she had his cock free of his pants. She wasn’t sure how they did it, but they ended up in the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. Temair wore the thigh-high leather boots, the matching bra and garter set and silk stockings. Evan was naked. She loved it. The sexy undergarments and boots gave her sexual energy and power. Not to mention the plug teased her senses with every move. Evan ushered her to the bed, littering her with kisses and molding her flesh in his hands. At the side of the bed, Temair turned the tables on Evan. She deliberately separated from him, clasped his elbows and sidestepped, making him change positions until the bed was behind him. Languorously she drew her fingernails straight down the center of his chest, his abdomen and along the underside of his solid cock. “Tonight,” she stated huskily, “is all about pleasure. Yours.” She stroked his cock and watched his gaze narrow and his nostrils flare. With a rough push, he stumbled backward onto the bed then lifted onto his elbows. His cock stood at attention with a pearl of pre-cum waiting for her on its tip. It took a tremendous effort not to jump him. She had plans for that cock. Temair did a graceful, sexy spin that would have made a pole dancer proud. She bent over, lifting her ass, giving him full view, and then met his wildly erotic gaze across her shoulder. The moment she gripped the plug, his cock twitched and his eyes widened. Pure power zinged through her. She licked her lips then said on a breathless sigh, “And mine.” Slowly she slid the plug back and forth, fucking her ass while he watched. When he sat up and reached for her, she pulled the plug out, straightened and turned to face him. She tossed the plug to the floor and grabbed his hands. Shaking her head, she tried her best at playing a tough dominatrix. “You’ve been a bad boy. On your knees.” Evan followed her command, slid off the bed and sat on his knees. She walked around him and sat on the bed. He didn’t move. Temair swallowed her smile. She had to stay tough in this little game of sexual play. She had plans for him. This was her night to lead and she wasn’t about to fail by cracking up laughing. Sitting back straight, shoulders taut, she touched him between the shoulder blades with the tip of her boot. “Turn around. Stay on your knees and do as I say. Can you do that?” He nodded as he turned to face her. The sight of his hand stroking his cock turned her on immensely, but she didn’t want him coming until she was ready. “Release your cock,” she commanded and was impressed at the deeper tone in her voice and his immediate reaction. Damn, this felt good. She could get used to this, being in control. One look in those sexy eyes of his and she melted a tiny bit. Nah, she liked when Evan ruled their pleasure and rocked her world. But tonight, they’d do it 71
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“Close your eyes, Evan.” She turned and his eyes were closed. Temair laid her items of choice on the bed beside him, but not touching him. She didn’t want him to guess what she was up to. Carefully, she crawled onto the bed. Picking up one silk stocking, she lazily dragged it down his body from his nipples, which hardened instantly, along his abdomen until she reached his pelvic region. She let the soft material pool around his cock and balls. He inhaled deep and attempted to reach for her hand. A quick swat of his wrist and he withdrew, but opened his eyes. Shaking her head, Temair teased in a strict, solemn tone, “I can see you are having trouble listening.” She straddled his waist and guided his hands above his head. Leaning close to face, she held his sexy, hot stare. “Do you trust me?” “Implicitly,” he replied. His one-word answer made her heart swell. She captured his mouth in a ravishing kiss, while at the same time she gathered another stocking in her hand. Breathless from their kiss, she stated, “I’m glad to hear that. Now clasp your hands together above your head.” He didn’t hesitate, which steeled her resolve to continue with this charade of dominatrix, even though her pussy ached with the need to fuck. Temair wrapped the stocking around his wrists then tied him to one of the brass spindles of the headboard. She knew she loved this bed the moment she saw it. It was uniquely different for a hotel room. She kissed his brow then his closed lids then his mouth in a commanding kiss, before she inched her way down his body. “Spread your legs,” she commanded huskily as she hovered over his cock. She rubbed her wet pussy back and forth along his stiffening rod covered by the silk stocking she’d laid on it earlier. His hissed intake of air made her nipples harder and her pussy wetter. His eyes opened wide and she noted they watched her every move. Temair shifted onto her knees between his spread legs. Gathering the stocking, she gently wove it around his balls and watched his body tense. His cock lifted to attention as she stroked it from base to tip. “I noticed how you studied the exhibit at the museum today. It seemed to fascinate you.” She met his gaze and knew he was sexually on edge. Tension riddled his body as she continued caressing his cock with the silk. She tightened the weave of silk around his balls and he gasped. The muscles in his thighs flexed. Pure power oozed through her veins. She had him right where she wanted him. Hot, hard and horny. Carefully she wound the remainder of the silk around the base of his cock and tied it in a bow. Tight, but not too tight. She didn’t want to hurt him. In the exhibit the man’s cock and balls seemed bound so tight it bordered on extreme pain. Extreme was too much in her opinion, but just the right amount of pain added to their pleasure. She took him fully in her mouth and sucked him hard and roughly. Scraping her teeth up his shaft, nipping the round plump and slightly purple 73
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head as she released it. Temair fisted his cock and firmly stroked it. When she sheathed it in a condom then coated it in lube, she knew he guessed her intentions. “Temair,” he gasped. “I didn’t say you could speak,” she replied. His mouth closed but his molten-hot gaze followed her every move. She moved into position, readying his cock for entrance. This was something she thought about from the moment he inserted the butt plug in her ass. Temair worked the head of his cock into her anus and sighed as the tiny orifice stretched to accommodate his size. His cock was larger than the plug. She eased down slowly, inch by inch until he was fully seated in her ass. Red-hot sparks shot from her ass to her pussy then straight up her core to the tips of her nipples. Damn, this felt great. Slowly she rode him, enjoying the new sensations pinging through her. Evan didn’t move until she gave him the order. “Fuck my ass, Evan. I need you to fuck me. Now.” He didn’t let her down. The bed shifted as he planted his feet and she was glad she hadn’t tied his ankles. Leaning onto his chest for leverage, she met him pump for pump. Never had she felt so powerful during sex as she had tonight. Tying him down, tormenting his cock and now having her ass fucked, this was pure pleasure. “Temair, untie me. I need to touch you,” he begged on a harsh voice and she couldn’t resist. She did as he requested. Within seconds he held her ass as he pounded into her. He sat up, causing his cock to fill her even more. Temair struggled to breathe. When he slipped a hand between them and fingered her clit hard, her soul seemed to burst from the pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her core. She collapsed against him as he laid them back on the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Heavy breathing matched hers and she smiled against his chest. Damn this was good. Seconds passed into minutes before her insides calmed enough for her to notice he hadn’t come. Temair sat up, easing his cock out of her ass. Her expression must have shown what she was thinking because he answered her before she asked. “The binding of the balls and cock keep a man from coming.” He touched her face and brushed his thumb along her lower lip. Temair removed the condom and tossed into the wastebasket beside the bed. His cock looked as if it were in pain even though she hadn’t meant to hurt him. Tenderly she stroked him as she untied the silk. She kissed and licked his balls lovingly until precum pearled on the head. She suckled his cock in deep, releasing him with a kiss to his tip. She reached for another condom then stopped. Holding his gaze, she crawled up his body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along the way. When their mouths collided, the kiss was the hottest she’d ever experienced. Tongue upon tongue, sharing an intimate battle of lust.
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Temair scooted off him and sat on her knees beside him. “Evan, I want to feel you inside me.”
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Chapter Eleven He rolled to his side and lifted onto his elbow. “It’s been years since I’ve had sex without a condom.” She bit her lower lip then continued softly, “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and before that it was just…” She stopped, took a breath. Her voice shook. “I couldn’t be certain if he’d cheated on me or not. So, I got tested for everything I could think of. I’m clean.” She cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb across his soul patch, which made him smile lopsidedly. “And there’s no worries about getting me pregnant,” she admitted, flippantly. Even though she tried to hide it, sadness tainted her tone. “I can’t have children. The night I packed to leave him, he shoved me down a flight of stairs. The fall damaged my uterus and caused irreparable scarring.” She attempted to turn her head so he couldn’t see the tear that uncontrollably slid down her cheek. She’d never admitted this to Lisanne and wasn’t exactly sure why she’d told Evan. But she felt that he deserved to know it before taking the next step. Riding bareback came with a significant amount of trust, which scared the shit out of her. But she knew she was ready. Was he? Instantly Evan was wrapped around her, holding her close and kissing her brow. He rocked her in his arms until the sadness eased. “Temair,” he whispered against her hair then tilted her face to meet his gaze. “You are a magnificent woman who deserves so much more. Kids are not on my agenda. You are. Making you happy and keeping you that way is what I want.” “But I’m not the perfect woman. I’m broken.” Evan’s seductive grin pierced her gloominess. “It’s not a woman’s ability to have children that makes her whole. It’s the woman herself. To me, you are the perfect woman. You are the whole package.” He kissed her lips tenderly then lowered to her neck, whispering as he went, “It’d be my pleasure to make love to you.” She melted in his arms. His kisses released the tension memories her past created. His hands worked a sensual magic she knew only he possessed. Her breasts were thankful the second he freed them from the bra and worshiped them as if they were gifts from the heavens. She rubbed his shoulders while he suckled from nipple to nipple. Moisture dripped from her folds. He had her so wet. Temair followed his lead and let him guide her into position. Evan sat back on his heels as she maneuvered onto his lap. No condom separated them. The phenomenal feel of flesh on flesh filled her heart with so much joy she gasped in ecstasy. He pumped into her while massaging her ass
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and kissing her neck. Temair held on to him and rode him gently at first until the tension wound so tight she couldn’t take it anymore. As she bounced on his cock, her breasts danced to the rhythm against his chest. Her heart pounded and it was all she could do to hold on when the first wave hit. Before she relaxed even the slightest, Evan slapped her ass. The sting zinged through her pussy, exciting her even more. He fisted her hair, making her meet his wild-eyed gaze. “On your knees, Temair. It’s my turn to ride.” Uncontrollably she squealed in delight as she scooted off his lap, turned and pounced onto all fours. She spread her legs, reached between her thighs and opened her pussy to him. Across her shoulder, she saw his gaze narrow and his tongue dart along his bottom lip. “Is this how you want me?” she questioned in as innocent a tone as she could muster in her heightened state of arousal. He moved in for the kill, swiping his tongue from her fingers near her clit, along her soaking slit to her anus. He teased that tender spot for several long seconds until she moaned loudly and started fingering her pussy. Evan pulled her fingers from her pussy and suckled her juices from them. The bed dipped as he maneuvered in behind her. In one swift push, he was deep inside her, gliding slowly back and forth. He rolled her ass cheeks, massaging them as he fucked her pussy to perfection. Slap! He smacked her ass. The sting vibrated her to the core, causing moisture to roll across his cock buried within her sheath. She knew she was dripping wet, but each time he popped her bottom, she gushed more. He had her so turned-on, she couldn’t get enough. Gripping the bed sheets, she pounded back into him, over and over. Evan alternated between smacking her ass and massaging her stinging cheeks. He leaned over her, burying his cock to the hilt. He reached around her, capturing her clit between his fingertips. She lost all control. A Mack truck of an orgasm rolled over her, backed up and ran over her again. They collapsed in unison on the bed. But Evan was careful to land them on their sides with his cock nestled within her folds, filling her with his essence. She loved the feel of his release coating the inside of her pussy. The instant heat mixed with her own juices made her shiver inwardly. Now this was making love in her book. Temair snuggled into his arms, keeping his cock locked in her folds. She knew she’d fallen in love with him. She drifted off to sleep, knowing she’d been royally fucked by a sexually inventive man, who made her more than happy, he made her totally satisfied.
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how she felt. No, she knew she’d never uttered the words, I love you. That was a secret she planned to keep. Her fingers trembled when she finally found the courage to lift the folded piece of stationery. Temair, Meet me at the Good Food Café in Times Square. I’ll be waiting there for you. Evan Her heart raced. Idiot. She slid out of the bed and headed for the shower. Excitement brewed in her gut. What did he have planned? She couldn’t wait to find out. It was probably something special since this was their last day together before he had to return to London. Temair froze with her hand on the hot water knob. Their last day together burned bright behind her eyes. She swallowed hard against the pain that threatened to ruin her mood. No. She shook herself. This had been the best week of her life. And if this was all she had with Evan, then that would have to be enough. She fought the tears, refusing to cry. He’d awakened a whole new person in her and she wasn’t about to turn back into the pitiful soul she was before he’d fucked her into a better place. A broad smile split her lips at that thought. Yep. He’d fucked her into becoming a different person all together. One who knew what she wanted and went for it. She sighed heavily. Today she intended to enjoy every moment of Evan as if it were her last. Because truthfully, it probably was. Temair quickly showered, dressed and exited the hotel room. Early on a Saturday, it wasn’t a problem having the doorman flag her a cab. By the time she reached Times Square, the morning crowd bustled along the streets. It warmed her heart to see Evan sitting at a booth beneath the window inside the Good Food Café. It made finding him easier. He stood when she entered. Evan wrapped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.” The simmering look in his eyes pierced her soul with sexual need. She grinned up at him. “I did. And you?” He guided her into the seat across the table from him. “I have no complaints in the sleep department.” He leaned close to her ear as he helped scoot her chair in. “It helps being totally sexually exhausted.” Temair couldn’t have wiped the broad smile off her face if she wanted to. “I’m glad I could be of assistance.” When he got comfortable in his seat, she asked, “Why were you up and out so early?” “I had a work-related errand to run.”
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The waitress arrived carrying a coffee carafe, filled their cups and took their breakfast orders. “Anything interesting?” Temair questioned then took a sip of her coffee. “I think so.” He nodded. “What would you say to signing a contract with Lyndsay Enterprises to design a whole new spring collection?” Temair nearly choked on her coffee. Her hand shook as she lowered the cup and set it in its saucer. Leaving her gaze on his, she had to know one thing before she answered. “Are you offering me this because of what’s been going on between us this week or because you like my designs?” From the intense look on his face, she knew he chose his words carefully before speaking. He reached for her hands and held them in his. The tender caress of his thumb to her knuckles soothed her angst, but not completely. She had to know if she earned this contract on merit or sex. “Evan, which is it? By design or by sex?” “Temair, I’ve wanted to ask you this all week but never could find the right moment. Every time I’m near you, the sight of your sexy legs, your gorgeous body and beautiful smile turn my brain to mush and redirect my every thought on getting you into my bed.” When he paused, he lifted her hands and kissed each delicately. Instant moisture pooled in her pussy and she wanted nothing more than to crawl across that table and kiss him senseless. But business was business. She willed her libido to back down. Pride in her work took precedence at the moment. He licked his lips nervously. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you in my bed. The fact that you are a genius with gemstones only adds to my desire. Temair, you have a gift that I want my company to represent.” He tugged her toward him and leaned so their faces were as close as possible across the table. “The fact that you know how to satisfy my every sexual urge is not the reason I’m offering you this contract. It’s your professional talents I want to broadcast to the world. Your other talents I intend to keep selfishly to myself.” Heat rose up her neck to blossom in her cheeks. He leaned his brow to hers and grinned. “I love it when you blush. Even after everything we’ve done with one another, you still have that ounce of modesty that I find so alluring.” Temair kissed him. When they parted, he asked, “Is that a yes to the contract?” She sat straight, leaving her hands clasped in his. “I’m not sure I can accept your offer. It might be a conflict of interest with Zuma Watches. I signed a contract with them that incorporates several of my gemstone designs.” Evan’s smile broadened and those dimples deepened, causing her nipples to pebble at the sight. Damn, she loved his smile, sexy dimples and all. “That shouldn’t be a problem. The reason I had to leave the convention early was my company was in negotiations to buy Zuma Watches. It wasn’t until the day before I left to come visit you that I learned you’d signed with them. So signing with me won’t be an issue. You can do both without a legal hitch.” 79
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Her lips trembled. This was a dream come true. With Lyndsay Enterprises supporting her designs, she would go global. Damn. This was a lot to absorb before she’d had a full cup of coffee. The waitress returned with their orders and topped off their cups. Temair absently picked at her food before she answered. Evan leaned forward and looked up into her face as she stared at the fork, poking the eggs. “Well,” he asked, “what do you think?” “Can I give you an answer after breakfast?” Her voice shook, but she actually did need a chance to think it through before she jumped at the offer. “Okay.” He nodded. Neither spoke until the meal was over, the check was paid and he escorted her out into the middle of Times Square. Every humongous billboard overhead was alive with advertisement but one. A large empty black screen stood ominously quiet next to the one sporting Deidre Delaney’s latest creation. Though she tried to stop it, jealousy controlled her tongue as she spun to face Evan. “Did you offer a similar contract to Deidre?” His brows pursed as he leaned back, staring oddly at her. She knew the moment he caught sight of Deidre’s oversized marquee. His expression softened and he gently clasped her by the elbows, holding her in place facing him. “Temair, you’re so damn sexy when you’re jealous.” He emphasized his meaning by tugging her into a hug and pressing his pelvis against her lower abdomen. His hardon couldn’t be missed. His fingertips slid under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. Sincerity shown within their depths. “Deidre Delaney is not contracted with Lyndsay Enterprises. And I swear to you, I never touched her legs or any other part of her. It’s you who has me harder than granite right now.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” His finger touched her lips, stilling her babbling. “Temair. I can’t promise you more than one day at a time. I’ve never envisioned myself settled down, living in a house with a picket fence. That’s just not me. I love to travel and explore. If that’s enough for you, would you consider splitting our time between New York and London? I want you with me. I want you in my bed, on the floor, in the shower or anywhere else you’ll have me for as long as this lasts. Is that good enough for you? Can you accept me as I am?” “And exactly what are you?” she teased gently, brushing her hip against his hardon. His eyes closed and he swallowed hard before he opened his eyes and leveled a molten-hot gaze directly on hers. “I’m a sexual deviate in need of a phenomenal fucking by the amazing woman in my arms.” “Well, Mister Sexual Deviate,” she stated huskily against his lips as she ran the back of her hand up the front of his pants. “Let’s get you back to the hotel where we can alleviate the situation before it becomes too painful.”
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His eyes widened. “Is that a yes to the contract?” “Yes.” She nodded. Evan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as if they were the only two people standing in Times Square. Several people applauded, but they didn’t care. When they finally broke apart, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his cell phone, pressed a button and said, “It’s a go.” He disconnected the call and dropped the phone back into his pocket. Confusion sparked her curiosity when she asked, “What’s a go?” He spun her around to face the darkened billboard. Slowly it lit up and she nearly sank to her knees. Her name was in lights above several of the watch designs she’d already turned in. Lyndsay Enterprises is proud to present the latest in fine jewelry O’Hara Designs “Oh my god, Evan, you did this.” She nearly toppled over as she turned to face him. Tears of joy skittered down her cheeks. “No, baby. You earned this. I’m just the lucky man to have found you.” Temair kissed him with all her heart. He’d convinced her age was just a number and in their case, numbers weren’t important. He was the perfect man for her.
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