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

older women. You don’t have to worry. I have more in common with older ladies, cougars. No offense.”
    “Ahh,” she whimpered. “Now you’re trying to hurt my feelings. You want me to think I’m not your type.”
    “I never said that. In fact, I blatantly stated the opposite. Please try to pay attention.” A second later, he added, “Trouble is, I scare you, little girl.”
    She grated back bad words. Little girl, hell. She’d show him more woman than he’d ever had in his bed.
    She was wrong about having a good day. In fact, he was starting to ruin her week. She never claimed to be psychic but suddenly saw her future in this man.
    “By the way, I’ve been meaning to discuss something with you, boss .”
    Now, she could relax. They were back on professional grounds. Whew. How great it felt to breathe again. He’d keep things simple after all. “Go ahead. We have nothing to waste but words and minutes.”
    “I’m curious about the incentives around here. I’m told there are employee benefits after someone works at Clink for six months. What about the bonuses for those of us who are too greedy to wait until the perks kick in?”
    “Oh, you’re good,” she said, backing up a step. Why couldn’t she just relax and enjoy him, see where all of this might lead? There was no harm in playing. If degrees were handed out for fluent flirting, she held a doctorate. He was no match for her. Not really.
    Good heavens. What was wrong with her? She was making an erection out of a flaccid length, and why? She didn’t act this way around the Killian brothers, and she’d always known they had a place in her future.
    “Some gals say I’m one of the best.”
    Now he was starting to sound like Jason Neely. No wonder Kimberly hired him. Maybe her sister had a crush on him. She made a mental note to call her twin and double check. The last thing she needed was to step on her toes again.
    “So tell me, Sir , how many women have had the privilege of voting in Tristan’s poll?”
    “Are we getting personal now?”
    “You’ve obviously been awaiting the perfect time to show me what you’re made of, so go for it. Tell me.” Show me.
    “Rough stock, darlin’.”
    “I can believe that.”
    “You haven’t been able to get me off your mind since we first met.”
    Yep . “No, that’s not true.”
    “I don’t buy it, Ansley. In fact, I’m starting to believe I’m all you’ve thought about since our first introduction.”
    She gulped. Why not play it his way? “What if you’re right?”
    He leaned over, cupped her nape, and whispered in her ear, “Well, doll, a gentleman might tell you what I’d tell a daughter if I had one.” He breathed in, released a steady stream of hot air, and took another deep breath before nuzzling her ear and said, “I’m the kind of fellow you might want to avoid.
    “But darlin’, I’m only giving you one warning. If you can’t stay away from the fire, don’t cry wolf when the animal instincts take over and you finally feel the heat in all the right places. Cause, Ansley, once we start messin’ around? The games are over. In fact, I’m telling you now, if I find myself between your shapely legs, I’ll probably thrust for keeps.”
    She gulped. Yep. There it was. The one and only reason she needed to fire Mr. Tristan Voorhees. And his softly spoken promises were the start of many fantasies, too. Tristan wasn’t going anywhere.
    When he returned to Asheville, he fully planned to stay and play.

Chapter Two

    “Hello?” Jordie Anne clutched her cell as she hurriedly packed her bags.
    “Hey, baby.” Mitch’s deep voice filled the line. “How are ya?”
    “I’m better now,” she assured him.
    In fact, she wasn’t doing well at all. She’d served Mae a deadly dose of arsenic, and she wanted to avoid witnessing the ramifications of the poison’s magic. From what she’d read, once ingested, arsenic caused all sorts of horrid medical problems from vomiting to