SilkenSeduction by Tara Nina Page B

Without
knowing, he gave her an adventure, a phenomenal memory, and the ego boost she’d
desperately needed to reclaim her life.
    Wear these. Definitely not without Evan to guide her
in the next level of foot and leg loving. He opened a door she didn’t want
closed. But she didn’t know how to explore it further without him. Not that she
truly wanted to, not unless he was the one to teach her.
    She walked over to the desk where the computer sat. Gently
she laid the stockings and garter in the box. Encouraged by his thoughtfulness,
she logged on to her email, pulled his business card out of the top drawer, and
typed his address.
    After a few moments of staring at the blinking cursor, a
deviously playful thought struck her and she typed.
     
    E.,
    Thank you.
    Instruction is needed in the proper usage.
    Care to teach me?
    T.
     
    She hit send and sat back in her chair, absently fingering
the stockings. A chill skittered up her arm at the thought of slipping her feet
into them, and working the silky softness to her thighs. An image of Evan at
her feet shot through her brain and made her pussy contract. Damn. She
closed her eyes, letting the vision fill her thoughts.
    Temair snapped out of her daze at the sound of someone
opening her office door. Her jaw nearly dropped, but she somehow managed to not
allow it to happen.
    “Shall we start those lessons now?” Evan Lyndsay stepped inside
the door, closing it behind him as he held his cell phone in his hand, with her
email posted on it.
    “I—” she started then stopped. Was she dreaming? Had her
libido finally sucked all measure of reality from her brain, or was he really
standing there?
    “I landed a few hours ago,” he answered before she asked.
“I’ve had a problem the last few weeks at work that took more time than I
anticipated. But now it’s rectified, and I’ve taken a holiday.”
    “A holiday?” she managed to whisper. Every fiber of her being
was tuned in to his every move. Those sexy eyes held her mesmerized in some
sort of hypnotic sensual state.
    “It seems I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A woman I met, with
the sexiest feet and legs, has held my attention more than I’d like to admit.”
His eyes never left hers.
    “Anyone I know?” Temair retorted coyly, and was amazed at
the sensual tone of the words that escaped her lips. What was it about this man
that brought out her inner vixen?
    Evan rounded her desk, gathered her hand in his and guided
her to her feet. The moment she stood, he kissed her palm, letting his tongue
tease the sensitive flesh for a split second. Temair’s nipples turned to stone.
    Oh god, he is real.
    “I believe you know her very well.” He darted his gaze
downward, and she knew he didn’t miss the sight of her nipples pressed against
the cotton material of her knee-length, t-shirt dress.
    The back of his fingertips brushed across a nipple and she
shivered inwardly, swallowing a moan. Nervously, she licked her lips.
    “I see you’re wearing hosiery.” His eyebrow arched. A
devilish gleam lit his eyes and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “May I?”
    Unable to form words, she nodded her compliance. Evan sank
to his knees. His hands glided down her body, setting her flesh on fire. He
skimmed across her hips and caressed her thighs in slow, tortuous touches of
his fingertips. When he lifted the hem of her dress, she sucked in a subtle
gasp of anticipation. He nestled his face against her lower abdomen and
breathed in deep.
    “Mmm, I’ve missed your scent. One evening of your charms was
not enough. It simply whet my appetite.” The heat of his breath across her
nylon-covered flesh made her insides quiver and her pussy instantly wet. He
nuzzled her heat then licked her pussy through the nylon, nearly causing her
knees to buckle.
    Before she had a chance to regain any form of composure he
rose, cupping her ass and seating her on her desk. Strong hands stroked the
length of her outer thighs, gripped her knees, and gently