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toes,
taking in every wondrous inch that was Cammie. He liked the fact she wasn’t
model-thin. Her womanly attributes had him hungering to explore her from top to
bottom, with long, luxurious stops at various places in between.
    He couldn’t believe she’d done as he’d asked. Slowly and
erotically, she rotated on those pointy heels and his heart pounded. Unsure of
how she’d react, he gently ran his fingertips down her back instead of cupping
the awesome globes of her ass in his palms, as he wanted to do. It took
tremendous effort to keep his hands above the waistline as she turned.
    Yep, he was right. That outfit was meant for a night of wine,
romance and passion. He couldn’t think of a woman he’d rather research that
theory with other than Cammie. His cock hardened and he prayed she didn’t look
down and back out of trying on the second bustier. Over the past weeks, he’d
taken time to learn her preferences, only selected items for purchase that made
her gaze simmer or her breath hitch. He doubted she knew her body language gave
so much away. Every garment he’d bought was chosen with her in mind—and the
slim hope he’d one day get to see her in them.
    When he lowered to his knee, he couldn’t help but breathe
her in. The faint hint of leather mixed with the natural fragrance he’d forever
distinguish as belonging to Cammie unraveled his resolve.
    He prayed he could keep her as his secret addiction for as
long as possible. With the help of his security guards, he’d been able to fool
the vultures with nothing better to do than camp out in front of his home, and
had slipped away undetected and not followed…so far. But he wasn’t a fool to
think the old bait ’n’ switch would continue to work.
    Scott closed his eyes, taking in the heat radiating from her
beautiful form. He sighed, releasing a warm breath close to her knee. Her
subtle intake of air let him know his tender worship of her stocking-clad legs
turned her on as well. A thin layer of silk prevented flesh-on-flesh contact,
and he took special care not to fondle the exposed skin above the lacy tops of
her stockings.
    The most perfect set of legs he’d ever seen, available to his hands, from her healthy thighs all the way to her slender ankles. Narrow feet
decorated with red stilettos made his cock even harder. In his opinion,
stockings, stilettos and lingerie were the greatest inventions to entice the
male libido. He hungered to taste the sweet spot behind her knees, sample the
flavor of her skin through the stockings all the way to her toes.
    Chills skated through him and tightened his balls with need.
He had to concentrate to keep his hands from shaking as he enjoyed the
sensation of silk and flesh. Each pass increased his pulse and made it
difficult for him to think straight. Images of sex with Cammie flashed behind
his closed eyelids, heightening his sensory perception to the point he couldn’t
stop. Over and over, he rubbed her legs and breathed her in deeply. He loved
the way this woman’s scent heightened his hunger. He alternated between hard
and soft strokes and noted the subtle tremors in her legs.
    Desperate need controlled his system. He cupped her stiletto
heel and gently tugged. He liked the style, peep-toe red leather band across
her toes, leaving mid-foot exposed, with a back for the heel and a delicate
thin strap around the ankle. The pointed stiletto added a deadly sex appeal. He
cut a glance upward and noted she held on to the round rack of leather bustiers
for balance, as if giving her blessing to continue.
    Lifting her foot as he leaned forward, he felt her tremble
when he delicately licked a trail from the inside of her ankle, along the side
of her calf up to her knee, then darted upward to taste the inside of her
thigh. When he traced the lace along the upper edge of the stocking with his
lips and tongue, her gasp and her hands in his hair halted further progress.
    He lowered her leg and released her foot. Damn, he’d