Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(19)

her face. “No. I’d rather not wear a blindfold because I wanna watch you dominate me.

Bein’ at the mercy of a beautiful woman is a total f*ckin’ turn on.”


Her belly gave a little flip.


“Now lemme ask you something, Angel. How would you like me to address you?”


“How do your subs address you?”


“Bennett. Or Sir.”


“Not Master?”


He scowled. “No. Only two Masters at the club. And I don’t reckon I’d like bein’

called that. Ever.”


“You can call me Angel or…” Mistress sounded as pretentious as Master so she said,

“Ma’am.”


“Yes, Ma’am. That’ll work fine.”


Needing a break from the sexual tension arcing between them, she turned her attention

to the crowded room.


She’d expected the club would be comprised of young, thin, beautiful people. But the

members were an eclectic mix. Although it appeared none of them had dressed incognito

as she had.


A striking redhead flirted with the suit-and-tie-wearing guy up at the bar. Murphy and

Layla filled drink orders side by side. The owner worked the door and Ainsley knew he

was aware of every single thing that went on inside this room. And wow. Some

interesting scenarios were developing.


Action behind a privacy screen, which didn’t provide much privacy at all, snagged her

attention. The low glow of the lights provided a silhouette of a couple in the throes

of a passionate tryst. The woman’s head was thrown back and she slowly moved up and

down. Arching as the man buried his face in her chest. Their faces blurred together as

they kissed. When she tore her gaze away, she realized Bennett had been studying her.

“What?”


“I wouldn’t mind that. You ridin’ me slow. Or fast. I bet this angelic face of yours

looks beautiful by candlelight.”


Ainsley held his gaze. “Are you always like this?”


“Like what?”


“Smooth.”


His finger followed the curve of her jaw. “Make no mistake, I’m a very rough man. And

if I had to venture a guess, I’d say you’d prefer to see that side of me.” He

briefly pressed his finger across her protesting lips. “But not tonight.”


Chapter Four


“How about if we head to the back rooms?” Bennett suggested.


None of the sexual tension between them had eased in the last fifteen minutes as they’

d watched several scenes and negotiations taking place. She stood, butterflies flapping

in her belly.


He invaded her space until they were nose-to-nose, belly-to-belly. “What’s wrong?”


Ainsley exhaled slowly, trying not to get sucked into the depths of his blue eyes. “I

’m not familiar with the club layout so you’ll have to lead the way. Will that be a

problem?”


The slow, sexy unfurling of his smile was a sight to behold. “Takin’ the lead has

never been a problem for me.” He clasped her hand in his and maneuvered through the

throng of people.


She attempted a sort of clinical detachment as she watched the couples engaged in

various stages of foreplay. Dancing, kissing passionately, groping, hello—one woman