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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 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