Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

his life to allow it to happen to her. He didn’t care if it meant he was a pushy bastard at times. Even in this day and age, the world was a hard place for women on their own, and he wasn’t letting that happen to her.
    “Sure.”
    Ben leaned closer. “And ‘Master’ loves your costume. At least this one covers your tush.” Referring to himself that way should’ve felt platonic and playful, but truthfully there was a deep part of him that did want to master her, protect her, and keep her safe. The growing anxiety that she might leave unfurled slowly, now that he knew she was amenable to their idea.
    “Oh, shoot, I hope that doesn’t affect my tips!” she replied with a laugh.
    Ben smiled, recalling that these were the times he enjoyed. Kidding and teasing with her. Too often lately, he’d been acting out on his territorial feelings, confusing and occasionally antagonizing her with his overbearing temper.
    He turned to her to tell her he was sorry for being pissy all the time, but when he did, she turned to him at the same moment and they bumped noses. Her warm breath caressed his lips and his cock hardened instantly at the sound of her barely audible feminine gasp. For a split second, he imagined that was a sound she’d make as he slid his cock into the hot, heavenly depths of her pussy. He wanted her so much his balls grew heavy with an aching need.
    She gazed at him, the sparkle going out of her eyes to be replaced by another emotion, shyness or uncertainty, he wasn’t sure. Their mouths were bare millimeters apart, and he imagined how silky her lips would feel on his. Her thick lashes lowered, and a blush darkened her cheeks. His impatience increased and he wondered if his need to have the house finished and everything set up so she’d like it wasn’t him sabotaging himself. It really came down to his need to be in control.
    The electricity of the moment was broken when she raised her hands to her cheeks and she whispered, “You’d think after working as an exotic dancer I’d never blush ever again.” Just the reminder he needed of how enticing and sexy she was in her little genie outfit.
    Speaking from his heart, Ben murmured back, “I think you’re beautiful when you blush. It’s a good thing.”
    He looked over her shoulder and caught Quinten leaning over in the chair behind his desk to watch them. Quinten gave him a goofy grin and “thumbs-up” gestures with both hands before the chair swiveled from being cocked sideways and he landed behind the desk with a thud.
    “What was that?” Camilla asked, a dazed look in her eyes.
    Moving to block her view through his open office door, Ben replied, “Quinten must be moving furniture around.”
    Another patron sat down at the bar, and they put a more circumspect distance between them. Camilla cast her gaze downward, and he thought he must be imagining the frustration he saw in her eyes. It’s probably just the lights.
    He and Quinten had stayed up late the night before and finished painting the bedroom and bathroom. The tile guys had arrived early that morning to work on the shower enclosure and the floor tile in the bathroom, now that the newer, much larger spa bathtub had been installed. When he’d called Wes, his friend had told him that although he planned to tack an “asshole surcharge” on his bill, they were running ahead of schedule and the custom bed and the rest of the furniture were almost ready. When she saw their place, Camilla O’Neal wouldn’t know what hit her.
    Just then, Jake Redman and Gil James slid into seats at the bar. Jake made eye contact with Camilla as she placed paper napkins in front of them, ready to take their drink orders. “Camilla, you drive a white Camaro, right? Used to be Juliana Peterson’s?”
    “Yeah, I bought it from her when Will came along because the backseat’s too difficult to reach for an infant car seat. Why?” Her tone had risen as she spoke. Ben knew that car was her precious baby.