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

folds.
    Hell, he might as well stick it to her. For the past thirty minutes, all she could think about was using his body to warm hers.
    “Hmm, I’ve heard something about that game. Ah yes, I do remember listening to some of the girls down at the spa chatting about sex for pure pleasure and fun. I believe I remember how to play, too, but it’s been a long time,” she replied, laughter in her voice. A moment later, she was serious when she said, “Like you mentioned. Look at where we work. I’m properly schooled in the matters of the body.”
    “A nice gal like yourself probably knows how to get down and dirty when the right temptation comes along,” he said, brushing his middle and forefinger down her jaw.
    “You think so?”
    “There isn’t a doubt in my mind.”
    “You’re pretty confident of yourself, too. Aren’t you?” she asked, her pulse tickling her wrists. His touch was maddening. The way he looked at her was bewildering. She was under his spell and couldn’t understand why. There was chemistry there, and no way she could deny the attraction even if she tried, but she didn’t go out with men like Tristan. She knew better!
    “You wouldn’t be interested in me if I acted any other way.”
    “Well, let me knock down that testosterone level a bit,” she said saucily. “When we took over the ownership of this club—Clink was formerly owned by Patience’s family—we all agreed from the get-go, we wouldn’t date our employees.”
    “I’m not asking you out for dinner,” he informed her, taking his time swiping those bow-shaped lips with that sensational tongue. Oh dear Lord, it was one of the longest she’d ever seen. And he was doing the whole tongue thing on purpose.
    It was all she could do to keep from propositioning him right then and there.
    “Then what are you asking me?” She took the opportunity to go on another visual treasure hunt, revisiting the bulge in between his hard thighs, allowing herself to wonder what kind of abs he was packing underneath his button-down shirt.
    “Come on, Ansley. I’m new in town. I haven’t had a woman in nearly three months. You come in here looking good enough for a man like me to notice. Now, you expect me to spell things out?”
    “You wanna fuck me?”
    “Such a sassy little mouth,” he said, tilting her chin. He moistened his lips. “And yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I want to do.”
    She swallowed the lump in her throat.
    “Too much for ya?”
    She didn’t reply. If he only knew the truth.
    “Ain’t that a damn shame? I was under the misguided impression that you were woman enough to ‘handle’ me.”
    When he threw her words back in her face, she snapped out of her temporary doofus stage. “You know if I fuck you and decide it’s too difficult for us to work together, I’ll only fire you after the fact.”
    He laughed. “Wouldn’t make a damn to me. I decided from the moment I set eyes on you, I’d know what it felt like to have your body under mine.” He bit his bottom lip and tilted his head as if he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted to add anything more. Finally, he said, “I dream of those sensational lips, your head bobbing over my…” His voice trailed, and he groaned as if he knew he’d just crossed barriers he should’ve left properly placed.
    “You’re way out of line.” And she was far too aroused. His raspy voice made her ache. Standing close to him made her knees knock together, her pussy clench, and her ass cheeks tickle with excitement. For a split second, all she could think about was Tristan standing behind her, spanking her.
    Tristan, an obvious Dom, would know how to sate a woman, satisfy her needs, appease her curiosity, and claim her for his own, even if the experience only lasted for one night.
    Oh yes, her lust was out of hand.
    If the cold didn’t kill her, the fiery chemistry between them might. One way or another, she’d need a little mouth-to-mouth if they didn’t leave that