Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Page B

sight of her watching him. His dark eyes literally glowed with appreciation.
    “Turn around,” he instructed. His voice sounded thick and aroused, and when she did as he asked and turned to face him, his gaze zeroed in on her exposed breasts. Her pussy creamed at the carnal look of promise flickering across his face.
    “Put on your robe. I’ll take you later. After we eat.”
    She creamed at his words . I’ll take you later . Gosh, what in the world was her problem with this guy? First he wanted her robe off, now on. Grabbing her robe, she slipped it on and returned to her chopping and trying to ignore how small her kitchen suddenly seemed with him in it. He placed the firewood down on top of the current pile before heading back out the door again without so much as an explanation. She was thankful for his disappearance, for it gave her a moment to catch her breath.
    The scorching way he made her feel, when his gaze had dropped to her bare breasts lit a fierce fire of need coursing inside her. It was insane, the sexy way he made her feel. Everything about this client was so wrong. What she was feeling for him was wrong.
    She shouldn’t be anticipating their next sex session with such enthusiasm. Why wasn’t she embarrassed at wearing these revealing clothes he’d told her to wear? Why was she so easily following all his instructions without a second thought?
    Because he’s your client . That’s what he pays you for, stupid . She should be going up to him, unbuckling his pants, teasing him, playing the part of the prostitute and reaching inside his pants to keep him aroused. She should be all over him like she forced herself to do with the other men she entertained. Instead, she was letting him pleasure her and she was making him supper, like she was a domesticated wife.
    Teyla blinked as a sudden roar of surprise washed over her. She hadn’t cooked anything for a man since her husband.
    Okay. She was definitely lonely. Apparently that’s what had to be going on, but why with this guy? Why Logan? With a man who was going to share her with his two buddies? Maybe it was some sort of forbidden fantasy syndrome. Yeah. That’s what it must be .
    One thing she knew for sure, she was attracted to him because of his confidence. She’d never met a man who could so easily speak of sex, bring her such pleasure, or want to share her with other men. To her, those traits were sexy. It spoke of confidence in his ability in the bedroom. No shyness. And, yes, she had to be totally nuts to believe all this bullshit she was telling herself. But believe it she did.
    He returned a few moments later with a saddlebag slung over his shoulder. He looked like a biker cowboy minus the cowboy hat. His leather jacket creaked as he lifted the worn black leather saddle off his shoulder and plopped it on the kitchen table.
    “I’ve got salted bacon. Throw it into whatever you’re making,” he said as he withdrew a pink paper-wrapped package the size of a shoebox and tossed it onto the counter near her. “I got it at the butcher shop that just opened up in the nearest town. The bacon is salted and smoked. Should last you a few months, if you go easy on it. Don’t share it with any of your customers. It’s for you only.”
    Emotions thick and raw welled, tightening Teyla’s throat. No one had ever given her such an extravagant gift. She accepted the item without a word. Not that she could say anything at the moment, anyway. From its weight alone, she bet the bacon must have cost him a small fortune, and she simply could not believe her luck. With shaking fingers, she unwrapped the package and her mouth watered at the succulent-looking choice cuts. She’d never been a vegetarian type and had always enjoyed her meat, being raised on a cattle farm before marrying. She appreciated the work involved in raising animals for food. The Catastrophe had made the price of meat skyrocket, and Teyla couldn’t remember the last time she’d had