Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Natalie Acres Read Free Book Online

refrigerated stall all alone.
    “Yeah, Ansley. I’m pretty sure about those boobs.” His eyes were hooded, the lust heavily stamped in his eyes. “But who knows, you may be right. I’d like to test your theory.”
    “About?”
    “The mouth is the ticket. Oh and, uh, how well a fella might use his to satisfy the right woman.”
    “If you say so,” she whispered, wondering if she fit the bill as being the “right” woman. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind, or his for that matter, given his lusty expression. He was obviously dying for a taste of her. She was one step closer to offering him a sip of her lips, right along with everything else below the neck.
    “Careful, darlin’. We’re closer than you might think.”
    Shit . Her eyes gave her away every time. They weren’t just windows to the soul, they provided clues and hints. Tristan might as well use them as lust detectors.
    “You watch yourself, too,” she warned. “While you were trying to make sure I was comfortable, I caught a glimpse of a likeable person living underneath that brooding persona.”
    Dangerous was more like it.
    “Give me a few hours,” he rasped. “You’ll love what I can do for you.”
    “And then what?”
    “We’ll play it by ear,” he replied, making promises without commitments. She liked him a little better as time wore on.
    She didn’t know anything about Tristan Voorhees, but she’d use the next few hours to learn more. Why not? In less than ten minutes flat, he’d managed to spike her curiosity and her nipples, so he couldn’t be a boring guy.
    Tristan had the local gossip beat humming. No one in the Asheville area knew him. Patience hired him because he “said” he’d worked in the bar business for over five years.
    He came by employment without references. He didn’t have family in town. He didn’t have an apartment or any place of residence.
    Tristan, in fact, resided at The Grove Park Inn, which implied a lot. He had some money stashed away somewhere and probably liked the finer things in life.
    If that were the case, he’d take to her like bees to honey.
    Rather than sit there gaping at a man who could probably give a nun wet dreams, she stood up and threw her weight against the door once more. Oh God, she needed to get away from him.
    Tristan represented interference. He could turn her life upside down. And she did not believe in love at first sight.
    Rubbing her shoulder after the hit proved unsuccessful, she screamed, “Damn it!”
    “What’s wrong, little girl? Are you afraid to be alone with a man you don’t know?”
    Ansley whipped around and glared at the fellow who obviously wanted to intimidate her. “I own this club. You work for me. You might try to keep that in mind.”
    “That’s a deal. But do me a favor and try to remember I’m also a man. You’re a woman. We spend our nights watching Doms and subs act out their every fantasy. If the boredom becomes too much while we’re sealed off in here, we can certainly find our own entertainment. We’re consenting adults.”
    Consenting, hell.
    “Do you make a habit out of propositioning your bosses?”
    “Only the pretty ones.”
    She needed to teach Mr. Tristan Voorhees a valuable lesson. She pranced across the room. “Let me guess. You think you can say a few seducing remarks and before you know it we’ll start trading sexual favors for compliments?”
    “Sounds like fun to me,” he replied. “But honey, I really don’t think brownie points are needed here. I do my job. I’m pretty good at bartending. I’m paid like all the other employees on your payroll.”
    “I see,” she drawled. “Just a good old boy earning an honest wage, are you?”
    “Something like that,” he replied. His tongue slid across his upper lip, slow and easy. He really needed to put a leash on that damning beast. She could only imagine the way he might make her howl under that sweet swipe. “I was always teacher’s pet growing up. I tend to attract