Pure Temptation

Pure Temptation
Vicki Lewis Thompson

Summer Projects:1) Get in shape2) Prepare for NY move3) Lose virginityTess Blakely's innocence is getting downright embarrassing. But growing up in a small town with four very big brothers …well, she might as well have been wearing a chastity belt. She's read loads of books about sex, but now she needs some hands-on training. And her best friend, "Mac" MacDougal, looks like the perfect teacher….Mac can't believe the sexy siren propositioning him is the girl he's known forever. Suddenly Tess is on his mind, in his fantasies …and setting the sheets on fire in his bed! And he's thinking about keeping her there indefinitely. But Tess is supposed to leave at the end of the summer. And Mac can only hope their blazing nights together mean more to her than research…

It was every man’s fantasy

Soft red light gave the room a glow of sinful pleasure. Exotic perfume fragranced the air and a stereo played soft, yet subtly persuasive music with an underlying beat that mimicked the rhythm of lovemaking. Gilt-framed mirrors reflected the centerpiece of the room—a bed covered in virginal white satin.

Reclining on the bed was a woman Mac barely recognized. Although the scraps of white satin covering her breasts seemed inconsequential, they managed to emphasize her cleavage. His gaze traveled to the white lace garter belt and panties, which defined her femaleness in ways he’d never imagined. The garters were fastened to white silk stockings, and on her feet… Mac couldn’t quite believe that Tess, a woman who believed in no-nonsense running shoes, was wearing four-inch heels.

Tess gave him a slow smile. “What do you think?”

“I don’t—” Mac swallowed. “I don’t believe this is about thinking.”

“True.” Her gaze swept over him. “I have the reaction I wanted. Would you like to get out of those clothes? You seem a bit…overdressed.”

He groaned softly and shook his head to clear it. He’d need every ounce of his control to make this the slow seduction he’d planned.

“C’mon, Mac, undress for me,” Tess said with a saucy grin. “I’ll make it worth your while, cowboy.”

Dear Reader,

Not long ago, my sister gave me a gift certificate for an astrological reading. During my hour-long session, the woman informed me that the stars’ alignment on my birthday meant a) I enjoy kicking over the traces, and b) I have a very erotic personality! She might as well have told me point-blank to write a Blaze and fulfill my destiny. Which I have proceeded to do.

And did I have fun! When the story called for Tess Blakely to buy books on sexual technique to prepare her for losing her virginal status, what else could I do but throw a few how-to manuals into my own shopping cart? A conscientious writer must research her subject, after all. I had no idea that the sensuality section of my local bookstore was so huge.

My poor hero, Mac MacDougal, is a bit intimidated by Tess’s spicy library, but he soon gets into the spirit of discovery. Boy, does he ever. The result is a story that is hotter than an Arizona chili pepper. I claim no particular credit for that. Blame it all on the stars!

Warmly,

Vicki Lewis Thompson

Pure Temptation

Vicki Lewis Thompson

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Alex Comfort, M.B., D.Sc.

for celebrating the beauty of love and play.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

1

Summer Project: Lose Virginity.

TESS BLAKELY rocked gently on her porch swing, a yellow legal pad balanced on her knee, a glass of iced tea on the wicker table beside her. She gazed at what she’d written and sighed. The beginning of a quest was the hardest part.

It was pitiful that a twenty-six-year-old, reasonably attractive woman found herself saddled with the handicap of virginity, but there it was, on paper. And her status had to change before she left for New York at the end of the summer, or she’d risk her credibility with the high school girls she’d been hired to counsel. Besides, she wanted to experience sex. She longed to experience sex.

She took a sip of iced tea and continued.

Goal One: Find knowledgeable candidate willing to deflower me.

Goal Two: Swear candidate to absolute secrecy.

Goal Three: Get it on.

Tess sighed again. Writing out her goals and objectives had been her cherished method for getting what she wanted, beginning at the age of eight when she’d yearned for her very own pony. But although she wanted to lose her innocence much more than she’d wanted that pony, her current project seemed about as likely of success as a personal rocket trip to the moon.

The little town of Copperville, Arizona, wasn’t exactly crawling with “knowledgeable candidates,” but even the few that she’d consider had been scared off long ago by her four very large, very overprotective older brothers. And not a one of those beefy brothers had moved away or relaxed his vigilance. They all expected their little sis to save herself for her wedding night. They were stuck in the Dark Ages, as far as she was concerned, but she loved them too much to openly defy them.

That was the reason for goal number two—for absolute secrecy. Now there was a definite sticking point. Even if she found a man her brothers hadn’t intimidated, how could she ever expect him to keep a secret in Copperville? This was a town where you could wake up with a sore throat in the morning and have three kinds of chicken soup at your doorstep by noon.