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the rub of the chain
that had her pussy in such a highly sensitized state?
    Reading the sexual promise in his gaze made her rethink her
theory. Maybe it was simply the man himself who had her pussy humming and ready
to fuck. Seeing his flared nostrils, his dilated pupils, gave her an idea.
Being dressed in an outfit with a dominatrix flare empowered her inner vixen.
    She liked the way the tighter bustier kept her spine stiff,
which made it easier to hold her shoulders straight. The position lifted her
breasts higher, causing them to bounce ever so slightly. Like a cat hunting
prey, she stared directly at him and moved as gracefully as she could on shaky
legs and high heels. Deep breaths weren’t possible but somehow she still
managed enough air to soothe her jitters and hoped he didn’t read her
nervousness.
    He didn’t move or speak as she did a jaunty strut around the
chair, letting her fingertips trail up his arm, across the back of his
shoulders and down his other arm as she came full circle. He watched her every
move in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors between the three dressing-room doors. His
heated gaze and wicked smile of approval spurred her confidence.
    She caught his tie and weaved it through her fingers as she
stepped between his legs. She placed a knee on the seat cushion dangerously
close to the apex of his thighs and felt his body heat. She deliberately
dropped her gaze to his impressive bulge then lifted it to meet his with what
she hoped was a sexy look. In as provocative a tone as she could muster, she
asked, “Is this bustier more to your liking?”
    Chills raced down her spine as he ran his hands up the backs
of her thighs and replied in a gravely tone, “Yes, Cammie. As long as you’re
the one wearing it, it is.”
    Volcanic heat sizzled in the air between them. This man was
perfect for her. She decided to take a chance. Cammie tugged him forward by his
tie, plowed her free hand into his jet-black wavy hair then cupped the back of
his head. Millimeters away from his lips, she hovered, staring into his dark
blues. Nearly animalistic lust flamed to life in his irises, shaking her
resolve, but she didn’t back down.
    She ran her hand up and down the front of his crotch,
exploring the solid length of him as she commanded, ”I want to fuck you—right
here, right now.”
    She captured his mouth in a passionate kiss as she straddled
his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her pussy closer to his
cock. Cammie rocked her pelvis, grinding against him and liking the sensations
pulsating through her core. She pulled free of the kiss and nipped his chin.
She tickled his earlobe with the tip of her tongue…
    Then his mood shifted dramatically.
    With a strength and speed she didn’t know he had, he lifted
her off his lap, grabbed his coat and draped it across her shoulders. Confusion
rattled her system and she struggled into the jacket as Scott spun and ran to
the tallest display, which sat dead center in the store. With a sound of rage,
he dove into the circular rack packed tight with long satin and silk sets of
nightgowns and robes.
    Cammie watched, bewildered.
    An unidentifiable male voice screamed. It sounded as if
multiple muffled punches were thrown. The entire rack shook as if it were
caught in a gale force wind then toppled over.
    A camera flew out of the mix and rolled to her feet. Cammie
reacted instinctually, grabbing it and shooting a few frames of the scuffle.
Lingerie scattered everywhere as the two men brawled in the array of silk and
satin. Scott seemed more skilled at fighting, which added to the list of things
about him that impressed her.
    He popped to his feet and dragged a man out of the tangled
mess of lingerie. He jerked the guy around without an ounce of delicacy. And in
a move even the most skilled cowboys would envy, Scott tied the man’s hands and
feet with the only thing available, a belt from one of the silk robes.
    “I’m going to sue you! I’ve got my rights! Freedom