Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(61)

Especially since I know you’ve no interest in adding exhibitionism or other players

into the mix. No need to drive to Gillette when we both live in the same town, is

there?”


“I suppose not.” Ainsley twisted her fingers together. “Can you give me a for

instance on your ‘all control and decisions’ comment?”


Ben shook his head. “I set all the parameters when we’re alone together. I’m not

looking to turn you into a slave to perform household chores, if that’s what’s put

the wrinkle in your brow. I’m only interested in your submissiveness on a sexual

level.”


“So I’d get no say in anything?”


“Sexually? No. If you can’t agree to that, well, there’s nothin’ else to discuss.

Because that’s the basis of a Dom/sub agreement.”


No surprise he’d taken a firm stance. But was he offering her what she needed? Or

taking what he wanted?


“I don’t expect you to make a decision on the spot tonight. I’ll give you a day to

think it over.”


“A day is all?”


Ben smirked. “I can see if you agree to this you’re gonna try and argue with me. And

the key word in that sentence is try.”


“You do that big, bad wolf bit very well.”


“I’ve had a lot of practice, but I guarantee I ain’t all bark and no bite. I’m lots

of bite.”


She wondered if it was too late for a drink.


He held out his hands to help her up from the couch. “I know you’ve had a long day

and I figure you’ll replay this discussion in that pretty head of yours long after you

leave here.”


“You sending me home?”


“Mmm-hmm.” He pushed her hair back from her face. Then the ragged pad of his thumb

traced her bottom lip. “I like seeing your mouth swollen from mine.”


Talk about a punch of lust. At that moment Ainsley wanted to drag him to the floor and

ride him until she was sweaty, sore and gasping for air.


Ben growled, “Goddamn I love that f*ck me now look in your eyes.”


“But you aren’t going to act on it?”


“Nope. You need to make the decision about what’ll happen between us, from your head,

not your cunt. Because if I take you to my bed, I know which answer will win.”


She laughed. “I’d say you were overly confident, but I know you’ve got the juice to

back up that claim.”


He held her arm to steady her as she slipped her heels on. He helped her put her coat

on. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek after he walked her out to her car.


Ainsley buckled her seatbelt. When she turned, Ben was peering in her window. She

rolled it down. “Did you change your mind about trying to sway my decision?”


“Huh-uh. I just wanted to say I had a great time with you tonight.”


“Me too.”


“I’ll hear from you tomorrow? Either way?”


“Yes.”


“Drive safe, angel.” He tapped the side of the car twice and stepped away.


On the way home she considered all that’d been said. A couple of phrases kept tripping