Page 9 of Temptation and Treachery
Intense… Celeste nodded. Until a few minutes ago, she didn’t have a clear understanding of the word. Normally, she never would have considered purchasing anything like this. Especially in person. She would have pretended she wasn’t intrigued and gone back to find socks or something equally neutral. But today wasn’t anywhere near a normal day.
Rio ran a hand along the table. “Interested?” His finger traced the elastic of some blue panties, slipping underneath to feel the strand of pearls sewn into the minuscule panel.
Her sex clenched, knowing exactly how his touch felt on the most intimate part of her. And while a little corner of her brain was urging her to turn on her heel and find another place to shop, the thought of having something stoking the fire he started, kept her from heading to the door. “You like the pearls?” she murmured, trying to sound like it was an everyday purchase for her.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear while his hand cupped her waist. “The only pearl I want is already hidden between your thighs.”
She shivered, pressing her legs together against the sudden stab of desire. Was this really her, standing here buying kinky underwear with a man she’d known a matter of hours? Granted, he’d been stroking her tonsils a few minutes ago, and now she was close enough that the bulge in his pants was pressing into her hip.
“Try them on,” Mary Lou urged. “I always tell my customers they can liven up anyone’s sex life. Though I doubt you two need any spice.”
A bubble of laughter threatened to burst out. Her sex life revolved around a couple of discreet online purchases and AA batteries. The number of times she’d had intercourse didn’t reach double digits. And the guys were as exciting as watching the progress bar on a download. She only recognized the nipple clamps and short riding crops from posts on Tumblr. But Mary Lou only saw Rio, and the way she responded to him.
“Where’s your dressing room?” she asked, reaching for the blue panties and a regular bikini. She followed Mary Lou through the curtain without a backward glance, because honestly, she couldn’t face Rio at the moment.
