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

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Book: Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free
Author: Jan Springer
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the demure sexual object he wanted.
    Something heavy hit her kitchen table, making her tense. His saddlebag? Her money?
    She could hear him breathing in the next room, the sound loud and raspy, as if he were aroused at being in her home. She’d left the bedroom door open, and she listened intently. There were a few moments of silence, and then her heart picked up a magnificent speed as his boots thudded against the wood planks of the old kitchen floor.
    She thought he was coming into the bedroom, but then she relaxed again as she heard the creak of a couple of cupboard doors opening. She almost called out to him to ask if he needed something, but then the tinkle of glass and something being poured drifted through the air.
    Another couple of minutes of strained silence drifted by, and Teyla could only sit and wonder what he was up to. And wait. Soon the rustle of clothing followed, and she inhaled deeply to steady the frantic pounding of her heart. Suddenly, he began walking toward the bedroom door. Toward her.
    Oh, dear. Here we go . She held her breath. Tensed.
    He appeared in the doorway with a bottle and two glasses in his hand. He wore his jeans and a black T-shirt. He looked good. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Lean hips. He was a sex-on-a-stick stud.
    His dark gaze latched onto her, and fire screamed through her veins at his potent look. Desire flared in his eyes as he studied her. His intense look screamed sex, and she could feel her body answering with a raw awareness she swore she’d not felt before.
    “Shaving gear. Where do you keep it?” he asked.
    “In the adjoining bathroom. Second drawer to your left.” She sounded too breathless. Bedroom breathless.
    He nodded, ripped his gaze from her, and strolled into the bathroom. Her nervousness mounted as she listened to a drawer opening.
    What in the world was the matter with her? Usually she was so cool, calm, and in control with her clients. But with this guy, she was both nervous and giddy with anticipation at the same time.
    “Do you have a special man in your life?” The question erupted from the bathroom, rocking her world.
    “Excuse me?” she called out, wondering exactly what he meant by that question.
    “A boyfriend? Husband? Someone you’re dating?”
    “N…no.”
    “Good. I prefer a woman who is available.”
    Teyla blinked in astonishment. Odd comment coming from a guy who wanted to share her with two other guys. Three guys and her? Oh, lord, she’d better not think about it.
    “Do you do this often?” she blurted, instantly regretting asking the question, realizing it was none of her business. But it was the first thing that popped into her mind, and when she was nervous, she did have the tendency to say stupid things.
    He appeared at the doorway, shaving utensils and a couple of facecloths laid out on a folded towel in his hand. That damned bottle and two glasses clutched in his other hand.
    He was smiling at her. That hot, sexy shadow made him look both dangerous and erotic at the same time. He wore that same crooked smile as when he’d caught her watching him at the window earlier. The smile made the sides of his eyes crinkle, and she noticed tiny laugh lines at the corners of his mouth also. The knowledge that he appeared to be used to laughing made her feel so much better. Safer, too.
    “Why do you ask?” he asked. “Are you jealous already?”
    His sense of humor was a definite asset.
    “Maybe,” she teased, feeling some of the tension ease out of her shoulders.
    He strolled to her dresser with the mirror and placed the glasses and the bottle, which she noted as whiskey, and the utensils and towel down beside her pitcher.
    “Before we begin, I want you to shave me,” he said softly as he prepared the items, laying them out on the dresser.
    When he finished, he looked at her, and his intense gaze made her catch her breath. She didn’t want him to lose that erotic-looking five o’clock shadow. It made him look so sexy and

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