Burn for Cowboy (Stampede Sizzlers) Read Online Free Page B

the tortuous massage the entire rodeo. By the time the Grandstand show started, she forgot what a horse was. There was only Mike, the master of her body.
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    “Are you going to tell me what’s going on yet?” The taxi drove away from the building they stood in front of. A simple sign by the door read Stealth but she had no idea where they were. There were no windows on the warehouse.
    “No,” Mike said, laying his hand on the small of her back. He led her to a set of double doors, the glass tinted black.
    She glanced at him. He wore one of his power suits, so at odds when earlier he had been wearing jeans and his black cowboy hat. Mike Rossi in a suit was something every woman should see. His powerful body seemed even larger framed in the black fabric. Returning to the hotel room, she had been sure they would wind up naked in bed. Instead, he had pulled the one nice dress she packed from the closet and told her they were going out again.
    The doors opened and it was a surprise to see a guy bigger than Mike standing there in a black T-shirt with Stealth on the left breast. A bouncer. They were at a club? Mike was the last person she’d ever imagine entering a nightclub. Not that bars were her thing either. Too much noise from the music and people interfered with having a good time. Her nose wrinkled as she looked at Mike. “Really?”
    His grin was mischievous. “Really.” They stopped at an enclosed window where a girl sat in a nearly dark room. “I’m a guest,” he said, his hand caressing up Meri’s back. When he reached bare skin above her black dress, he lightly caressed her spine making her skin tingle. “Mike Rossi plus one.”
    The girl consulted a computer. “Of course, Mr. Rossi. Welcome to Stealth.” Something black was passed to him. “Have you been to Stealth before?”
    “A long time ago,” he said.
    Was that a mask?
    Nervous now, Meri watched him lay the mask over her eyes. He stepped behind her, tying the sends. He kissed her shoulder, his hands stroking down her arms. “Relax, Meri.”
    “Everything must be consensual,” the woman said behind the glass. “You may not touch anyone else without permission granted unless they are with the club. Those associated with the club will be wearing blue masks. If at anytime you or your submissive are considered to be a danger to anyone, you will be asked to leave. No phones or recording devices are allowed inside and we ask that they be left at the front desk. As a guest, you do not have access to any private rooms. Again, welcome to Stealth.”
    Him or his submissive? Her eyebrows climbed behind her mask. Mike settled his own mask over his face.
    How did you make a large, muscular man look even bigger?
    Make him look anonymous.
    Her heart fluttered with a combination of nerves and appreciation. The letter D was beside his left eye, and the half mask made his blunt jaw seem more so. A second door was opened and this man wore a blue mask.
    “Welcome to Stealth.”
    It was another small room and she watched as Mike handed over his phone. Meri passed over her purse. Mike stared at her, his head tilted to the side. “What?”
    He stepped behind her. “Do you trust me, little love?”
    The question made her heart pound fast. “Yes,” she said slowly. Against her back she felt the zipper open. She flattened her hands on her chest when the straps slid down her shoulders. “Michael?”
    He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the small of her back bared by her open dress. “As always, you have the right to say yes or no.”
    Her head gave a little shake and he eased the zipper back up. “What is this place?”
    He grinned down at her.  “A playground of sorts.” The hand on her back guided her to another set of doors that seemed to open magically. Her eyes went wide behind the mask. Mike stood behind her, his body familiar.
    Well, at least she knew where they were. Stealth was a club alright. And it was all about BDSM. A woman was tied up in ropes