Page 61 of Dangerous Temptation
‘One more,’ Alex said, his voice deceptively soft. ‘The black lace.’
Jorge’s eyebrows rose, along with one corner of his mouth. He fought the smirk as he went for the bra and panty combination Elena had avoided.
She leaned more towards pastels and jewel tones. Black just seemed so dark and mysterious. She wasn’t a fan of lace – it scratched and bit – but, if he wanted to see it on her, she could do that.
Although everyone in the room knew they’d moved away from pretend dress-up to the verge of sexual manipulation.
Elena was surprised to find her hands shaking as she tried to connect the hooks and eyelets in the middle of her back. The bra did bite, but then she noticed a strap was twisted. When she had dealt with it, everything settled down into a tight hug. The lace stretched and was softer than any she’d ever felt before. Dollar signs chimed in her ears.
‘It’s a bit snug,’ she confessed.
Jorge chuckled. ‘It’s supposed to be, dear.’
Oh. Oh, my.
She began to tremble in earnest. She cupped her hands over her breasts. The bottom half of the cups was a shiny silver material, maybe Lycra. It hugged and lifted in all the right places.
She hurried to put on the high-cut panties. She was venturing on dangerous turf here. The faster she finished, the faster they could move on.
Relief settled over her when she had the combination on. It felt sexy, but not as sexually explosive as she’d thought.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the partition.
Alex’s gaze raked over her from head to toe, and he gave an abrupt shake of his head. ‘The granny panties need to go.’
‘No?’ Jorge said in disappointment. ‘High-waists are coming back this season.’
‘Not here they aren’t.’
The designer let out a huff that Elena almost echoed. The panties felt good. They came up to nearly her ribcage, and the support was nice, although she worked hard to keep her core tight.
She glanced in the mirror and her eyes nearly bugged out. Embarrassed, she clapped her hands over her breasts.
She hadn’t known the bra was see-through.
The silver Lycra was opaque, but the line cut right over her nipples. They peeked over the top through the black lace, rocketing the titillation factor of the outfit tenfold.
She scooted back behind the partition and began to take the set off.
‘Here,’ Jorge said, his hand snaking around the corner to offer her new panties. ‘Try these.’
These? Elena’s jaw dropped when she held up the tiny thong. It was barely more than a G-string.
‘Chop chop,’ Alex called. ‘The day’s a-wasting and you’ve got dresses, shoes and outerwear to go.’
There was no way she was going to say yes to this set of lingerie, Elena thought determinedly as she pulled off the granny panties. They clung stubbornly as she pulled them down her thighs. The thong was much more amenable. The strip of material slid up and settled into place as if custom made.
She bit her lip as she looked at her reflection. Itwasa G-string.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from hiding. Her hands instinctively came up to cover herself when Alex’s gaze sparked, dark and intense.
She took a timid step back when he rose from his chair.
That didn’t stop him coming straight at her. She jumped when his big hands settled on her waist. He turned her so she faced the mirror and stood behind her as they both evaluated her reflection.
It was the reflection of the two of them together, though, that captured her attention. When he caught her wrists and moved her hands away, she let him.
The picture they made was beyond steamy. Purely sensual. Her femininity and vulnerability were on display as he towered over her, looking male and aggressive. There was something about her near nakedness against his crisp business dress. Something that made the sexuality classier, but at the same time naughtier. Forbidden, yet strict.
