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BOUND IN LINGERIE
Bare Naked Designs, Books Three
GINA GORDON
LYRICAL PRESS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/
To my biggest cheerleader, my critique partner, Lindsay Below.
Acknowledgements
This novella–this series–would not have been possible without the support and efforts of my editor P.T. It has been an honor working with you.
Foreword
Finally, the wild child of the group, Amie Woods, finds her happily ever after.
For Bound in Lingerie, I needed to create a strong man, someone who could embrace Amie’s bold nature and aggressive sexuality, but also a man who was willing to surrender to her needs. Milton Campbell is that man. Uptight, responsible, he is everything Amie is not and lucky for her, Milton is ready to give up some of his decision making and put his pleasure in her hands.
There was no question that I would pair Amie’s edgy nature with some edgy lingerie choices. You can look forward to some black leather and quite a few public displays of lingerie.
I hope you enjoy Bound in Lingerie and fall in love with Amie and Milton and their journey to a happily ever after through lingerie.
Chapter 1
Milton Campbell stared across the empty street into the dimly lit store wondering why there was a half-naked female prowling around the front window.
The edge of her blond hair fell below her shoulder blades. Porcelain skin shone like alabaster under the light of the window. Her torso was covered in black satin and lace, the edges lined in pink. With her back toward him, bending over the mannequin, he could see that her frilly panties covered only half of her firm, round bottom. His lip curled up in a grin as his stare slid down her lithe legs to her bare feet that stepped softly on the plush carpeting.
Milton had fled his hotel room to escape the silence, but the city streets did little to calm his over-active brain. It was late, and only the hum of cars on the surroundings streets seeped into the night air. Loneliness and worry plagued him, as it always did when he was away from the people who mattered most. But the woman in the window had stopped him dead in his tracks.
She had turned her body so that she now faced him, her head blocked by the mannequin, as she searched inside the clothing, maybe for a tag. Finally, she tilted enough that he could see. Platinum locks framed delicate skin and the soft lines of her face. With the light illuminating her in the window she looked like an angel.
Milton ran his fingers through his hair. The only angel that seemed to visit him was the angel of death. And this perfect, sweet girl looked nothing like death.
She smiled. To herself? Her lips began to move. There must have been someone with her, a man? The light in the window didn’t hold a candle to the brightness of her smile. She was simply stunning.
There was an ease about her, a confidence that not many possessed. She had to be confident in order to stand naked in a store window for anyone to watch and admire. She was something to be admired, all right.
He stepped out of the darkness and felt the warmth of the street lamp shine down from above.
Good thing he decided to give up his search for love and commitment a long time ago, because looking at her he knew he would have been forced to find out more. Something about her called out through that window like a magnet pulling at its pair. Would she have been the one to fulfill his dreams?
She glanced in his direction and he stepped back into the shadows, settling against the brick of the building with a sigh of relief. Normally, the women who waltzed in and out of his life–passing sexual conquests–seemed to add to the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders. Yet the mere sight of this woman with the platinum hair and tight body lightened the emotional load. Lightened, but not eliminated. That weight was permanent and so was his sad fate, one he would never inflict on another person, especially not the beautiful, unsuspecting woman in the window.
Milton avoided permanence, but for the first time, the idea tugged at his gut. He needed to walk away, because he knew one moment with her and he wouldn’t be able to let her go. One moment with her would force him to rethink everything he had come to believe in.
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Amie Woods got a shiver that ran up her spine and settled as a warning tingle at the base of her neck. Someone was watching her.
She turned around and looked out the storefront window of Satin & Lace into the dark, empty street. The only object illuminated under the bright lights was a black SUV. Amie had spent many nights in the lingerie store, but this was the first time a feeling of discomfort settled in her stomach.
Shaking it off, she turned her attention back to the mannequin. She held her breath, hoping the tag on the bodice displayed the correct size.
“Will you get out of that window?” A screech carried its way from the back office to the front of the store.
Amie cursed under her breath as she turned her attention from the mannequin, her tall frame shrinking at Carrie’s sneer. “You need a bell or something so I know when you’re coming.”
“Amie!” Carrie Taylor–her best friend and faux boss–raced over to the window. “I don’t like when you do that. You’re inviting trouble, anyone can walk by and see you.”
Amie’s stomach lurched at the feeling she’d had not one minute before, like someone was watching her. “Calm down, Care. No one is watching, and I need to check the size of this bodice. It’s the only one left.”
“Why I agreed to pay you in lingerie I have no idea,” Carrie said, her exhaustion coming out in her voice now.
“Because I’m the sexiest person you know, and having me in this window is bound to increase your sales. I’m hot.” Amie was the first to offer Carrie help when she took over the store almost two years ago, but she would never take her friends’ money. Instead, Amie had her pick of anything in the store.
“Is anyone ever going to be able to keep you in line?” Carrie asked.
Amie ignored the question as Carrie stood, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for an answer. She wasn’t going to get one. Instead, Amie admired Carrie’s outfit, proud of her transformation from the buttoned-up bore she had been before she hooked up with Aleks a year ago. Her black pencil skirt
