Free Chain of Lust by Lizzie Lynn Lee

day was still early and not many customers were in the shop, Genevieve put her on window dressing duty.
    It was fun, actually. Genevieve came with a box of merchandise to be put on this week’s display and left Maddie to her own devices. She was in the middle of undressing the fifth mannequin when her boss came in with a new client.
    It was Jean-Luc.
    “I thought I’d come by to see how your new employee is doing,” Jean-Luc told Genevieve. “It seems she’s a dedicated one.”
    “She is.” Her boss turned to her. “Jean-Luc needs a new wardrobe. Perhaps you can assist him? Don’t worry about that. I’ll have Sonya finish the job.”
    “Of course,” Maddie answered.
    Jean-Luc winked at her.
    Heat burned her cheeks. She still couldn’t help acting like a schoolgirl with a crush each time he was near her. Something about him always made her heart beat faster and her pulse race. Her libido went haywire. It was like he had bound her with a chain of lust, all he needed to do was stare at her and she burned uncontrollably from the inside. That man had messed up her brain.
    Use him, but never fall for him, she reminded herself.
    Maddie blinked.
    Impossible, she thought.
    “I trust you’re in good hands,” Genevieve said to Jean-Luc, patting his hand. Then she greeted another customer who came into the store, leaving the two of them alone.
    “C hérie ,” Jean-Luc whispered teasingly.
    A shiver of ache spiralled in her sex. The way he talked always made her horny. Damn it. She gulped hard. “What kind of clothes do you need?” Jean-Luc had two pairs of black leather pants, two black shirts, a vest, and a long overcoat hanging in the closet of their suite. He was a man with simple tastes.
    “I don’t know. Something nice to wear when we’re going out?”
    But he looked nice with whatever he chose to wear. Especially the black ensemble he seemed to be fond of. “Formal trousers and shirts?”
    “What do you think?”
    “Admit it. You came here to spy on me.”
    His grin widened. “Guilty as charged.”
    “You’re hopeless.” Maddie sighed. She took him to the men’s section and picked several pants and shirts that seemed to be his size. “Try them on. We have our own seamstresses here, so we can alter everything to your perfect fit. The fitting booth is over there.”
    “Oh, I will need assistance trying on these clothes.”
    Maddie gave him a hard stare. She caught a drift of his wicked intention.
    “Yes?” Jean-Luc acted all innocent.
    “I know what you’re trying to do. This is my first day of work. Are you trying to get me fired?”
    “Madeline, you have a dirty mind. I’m just asking for your help.”
    She punched him.
    “Ouch. And you’re assaulting your customer. Outrageous. Wait until Genevieve hears about this.”
    “Cut it out.” Maddie pushed him into a fitting room. She hung the pants and shirts on the rack. “There. Try them on.”
    Jean-Luc sat on the bench. He spread his arms. “Well? I do need assistance.”
    Maddie rolled her eyes. “Gimme a break.” She helped him out of his coat. He was dressed in his signature black clothes and boots. She was about to unbutton his shirt when he teased her again.
    “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you love undressing me.”
    She was going to punch him again, but thought it would be no use. Jean-Luc was a big teaser. He loved making her beg when they were intimate. It seemed he got a kick out of hearing her plead for him to give her sexual fulfilment. Maddie jabbed a finger on his chest. “You know, I can play your game too.”
    “Oh?” His eyes rounded.
    “Yeah.” Maddie closed the booth door and locked it. “Where were we?”
    “Ahem. You’re about to undress me?”
    “Right.” Maddie ran her hands over his chest and down to his belly. She groped his cock. It twitched. He hardened instantaneously.
    Jean-Luc purred. “I love it when you’re like this.”
    “You don’t say.” Maddie squeezed his hard flesh.
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