Annabelle Weston by Scandalous Woman Read Free Book Online

made her forget her purpose was to sell her customers a good time. She shivered. Despite the cool night air, she was all hot and bothered. It was no good for her to be this way. And it was no good for business. Thank heaven she took back her invitation for him to spend time at the Lonesome. The last thing she needed was for him to come down to the saloon and make her forget what she was about. Before long, they’d be serving up their best whiskey for a song and a night of bed play for a kiss. Which would not be good for business at all.
    Despite all her anger, she still had to ask herself—what the hell was he doing to her? No other customer ever had her panting, sweating, ready to detonate with the flick of his tongue. No other customer had ever taken her there. Ever.
    His cock pressing hard against her, his hand on her breasts, his warm lips nibbling hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just like she wanted his cock to plunge into her cunny. She shivered again. And turned around.
    She would not go back to the Lonesome with so much turmoil creating havoc with her emotions. No, she would give the sheriff a good lesson in what saloon girls were about, and this time she would do it on her terms. He couldn’t have so much control over her. No man could.
    She held her head high as she marched back to the sheriff’s office. Jed had returned to his chair outside. She didn’t bother to say howdy. She marched to the jailhouse door, opened it, stepped inside and slammed it shut. Five men were in the cell, sitting on cots. They stood and grabbed the bars, making disgusting gestures with their tongues. She ignored them.
    Jed came inside and slammed the door. “Listen here, Carly. I don’t know what you’re after but…”
    “ Sit down, Sheriff.”
    He scratched his stubble. She twisted his chair to face him. With a scowl, but eyes sparkling with interest, he sat.
    “ You owe me, Sheriff.”
    “ Do I?”`
    “ You took liberties that come with a price.”
    “ Did I? You seemed to enjoy that kiss just as much as I did.”
    He had her there. “Maybe I did.”
    “ I thought you’d come by to make good on the invite you and the other ladies made this morning.”
    Again, he had a point. “I’m a businesswoman. You shouldn’t forget that. I do this for a living. This is how I make my money.”
    “ I would never suggest the contrary.” He leaned back in his chair, placed his hands behind his head and thrust up suggestively. With a hefty amount of willpower, she glanced away.
    “ Some women like what I can give them.” He’d lowered his voice, sending shivers over her skin. “I’ve never had to pay a woman for pleasure before.”
    She rolled her eyes. Figures… “You sure have a bloated sense of importance.”
    A slow, lazy grin spread across his lips, and a wicked glint shown in his gaze. “I bet those customers don’t make you come, Carly. I can make you come. Again and again.”
    She gulped. Again he was right. Damn the man! She wanted him, wanted him to make her come. As if begging her to accept his challenge, her pussy muscles clenched and a spark of delicious pleasure twanged through her pearl.
    Why were her cheeks flaming and why was she huffing and puffing—because of the way he was talking to her? That was her job. She was Carly—owner of the Lonesome. A dolly, a woman trained in the arts of pleasuring a man.
    She circled the desk. He unbuckled his gun belt and let it fall to the floor. He seemed to know what she was going to do, which worked against her. She was in charge of this seduction. She bent down, giving him a good view of her breasts, which she was pleased to see he hungrily followed. She pressed her palms to his thighs, and his warm muscles tensed beneath her fingertips. Her gaze met his and a bolt of lightning passed between them. As she moved, she kept her eyes on his, daring him to look away. She spread his thighs and stepped between them then lifted the right side of her skirt.
    She