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

Hendersonville. If he leaves for the warehouse, we could spend hours in here.”
    “Then you might as well make yourself comfortable,” Tristan grumbled. “Besides, with all that boot-scootin’ commotion out front, even if Bailey walks into the kitchen, he won’t realize we’re trapped unless he stops by the office and happens to look at the security monitors.”
    “Do you have something against country music?”
    “No, but I have a fondness for my balls. I don’t like freezing them off first thing in the morning.”
    Ansley resisted the urge to rubberneck. She was oh so tempted to tilt her head and stare at his meaty package, just to see if the mention of his body part garnered a physical reaction.
    Ah, what the hell.
    She stared. He stretched. Whoa there, buddy . Sure enough, his frozen member was pointed in her direction. Well, maybe his penis wasn’t exactly extended her way, but the thickness in his breeches provoked a second glance.
    Now then, the gaze fondling was out of the way. Ah, but now she had a significant problem on her hands. Her fingers burned. She longed to touch him.
    On the bright side, she could cross one small item off the agenda. Now, she could help him formulate a plan so they could walk the hell out of there before frost formed on their eyebrows. Then again, she wouldn’t mind looking once more.
    And she might have, only he said, “Want me to whip it out so you don’t have to imagine what you’re missing?”
    She resisted a smile and a smart-ass comeback. Although she should’ve encouraged him to show the meat on the Barbie.
    “Did you just smack your lips?”
    Probably.
    Clearing her throat, she said, “I never took you for a man who’d speak so eloquently about his anatomy.” She casually searched around for a crowbar. There was bound to be a way to pry the door open. And maybe Bailey kept random tools hidden in the freezer in case the delivery-truck driver felt threatened while he was unloading tomatoes and carrots.
    “You may not have known what you’d soon have a hold of, but I sure did. From the moment I saw you, I fuckin’ knew, and that’s one of the reasons I left Fletcher for a while. It was in my best interest. Yours, too.”
    Ansley gasped. His voice was laced with masculine desire, carnal heat. She wheeled around and faced him, studying the raw male expression staining his cheeks, settling in his eyes. He was all man and ready to pursue her. She saw that much in his heated gaze, in those full, moistened lips and firmly set jaw. How was she supposed to respond to such an honest statement?
    “That’s right, Ansley. Why do you think I’ve avoided you? Hmm?”
    “I haven’t a clue,” she said flippantly.
    “It’s called self-preservation. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you…thought of all the ways I’d soon have you.”
    “I don’t know if you’re honest, cocky, or just plain stupid.”
    Raising a brow, he said, “You’re my type, and that scares the hell out of me, but admitting it? You may be right. That was dumb on my part.” After a moment of silence, he added, “But I won’t apologize for what I said, just like I won’t ask for forgiveness for future actions.”
    Oh God, she couldn’t deal with this right now. She wanted to kick that blasted door wide but thought twice before she tried her hand at superwoman powers again. She’d land on her ass and wouldn’t walk for days. With Tristan’s recent declaration, she might need her bottom sometime soon.
    No . Don’t go there.
    Instead of swooning at Tristan’s feet, she held her head high. With all the arrogance she could manage, she finally said, “What type of woman do you think I am, exactly?”
    He massaged his jaw. After thoughtful consideration, his expression changed into a full face of mischief. “I took you for the kind of gal who’d stare right at a man’s dick when he brought his assets to your attention. You didn’t prove me wrong.”
    “Assets. That’s funny,” she said,