Free SilkenSeduction by Tara Nina Page A

as he stood behind her. The glide of his fingertip along the strap,
lower and lower, but not reaching her anus, then back up to the waistband, made
her pussy clench.
    She stilled. This was something she’d never tried. Anal. Was
it a deal breaker if she said no? Temair hesitated, but didn’t get the chance
to answer.
    Evan released the leather strip and turned her to face him.
“It’s not important.” When she dropped her gaze to the floor, he lifted her
chin, making her look at him. “Believe me. There are so many other ways to
enjoy sex. When you’re ready, fucking your beautiful ass will be both our
pleasure. I promise.”
    Temair smiled nervously. “I’ve never tried it.”
    “Then maybe we’ll experience a lot of firsts during
this visit.”
    The promise in his eyes and his tone thrilled her. Damn. He
had her willing to try anything as long as he looked at her like that—hot,
hungry and ready to please. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Once she
was seated, he gathered a stocking in his hand and rolled it with a precise
measure of skill.
    She arched an eyebrow. “It appears as if you’ve done this
before.”
    He knelt on one knee, lifted her foot and placed it on his
bent knee. “My lady, sexy legs are my passion. And yours are the epitome of
beauty and elegance, which turns me on simply by looking at them.” His fingers
trembled as he cupped her heel. “Let me dress yours in a fashion in which they
so deserve.”
    Slow and sensuously, he started at her toes and worked the
silk stockings to mid-thigh. After carefully adjusting the stays, he clasped
them in place, then administered the same tender care to her opposite leg. Her
legs felt exquisite encased in pure, expensive silk. Evan slipped her black
leather, open-toed stilettos onto her feet and fastened the straps around each
ankle. Gentle strokes up and down her calves made her pussy tighten. When he
leaned and nuzzled the leather patch between her thighs, moisture formed in her
folds.
    “Mmm, I do love the scent of woman and leather,” he sighed,
then kissed her thong. In one swift move, he stood. Clearing his throat, he
said, “If we keep this up, we’ll never make it to dinner.”
    Temair laughed as she accepted his hand. The solid rod in
his pants pointed in her direction. She palmed his cock. “We could always stay
in and play.”
    Evan’s kiss rocked her to her toes. When they separated, he
held her steady. “I’ve got plans for you. Trust me. It’ll be worth the wait for
both of us.”
    When they reached the street, she thought he’d hail a cab,
but he didn’t. He tucked her arm in his and set a casual pace. He leaned in
close. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s such a nice evening, I thought we’d
walk.”
    “No, I don’t mind,” she replied, secretly hoping it wouldn’t
be far that she’d have to travel in stilettos. They may be sexy to look at, but
everyday jaunts at great distances weren’t comfortable, at least not for her.
After about two blocks, he broke the silence that had fallen between them.
    “In London, I walk everywhere. Ever been to London?”
    “I’ve never traveled outside the United States,” Temair
admitted.
    “It’s similar to New York, with crowds of people on the
streets, mass transit and noise.” He smiled at her as they turned the corner
onto Spring Street. “But if you know where to look, you can always find a quiet
slice of heaven.”
    He led her to the entrance of Trump Soho and the doorman
greeted them. Evan escorted her to the elevator. She’d passed the luxury hotel
many times in her travels but never entered. It was beautifully decorated.
Within a matter of minutes they stood in front of the maître d’ at Quattro
where they were seated at a private corner table with a magnificent view of the
city.
    “I’ve never eaten here.” He leaned toward her. “I hope it
lives up to the hype.”
    “Me too.” She nodded, trying to hide her nervousness. She
noticed a few women stared