Page 40 of Point of Contact

Have her.

Courtney eyed him a second longer before scrambling back across the small mattress and dropping her head to the pillows.

She looked too fucking good laying there, her cheeks already pinking up. Eyes glassy as they watched him. The urge to lick his lips in anticipation was strong, but this was about gaining the upper hand.

Nothing more.

"Take off your pants."

She immediately hooked her thumbs in the waistband and skimmed them down her long, tanned legs, tossing them to one side.

His cock was already throbbing, the ache in his balls impossible to ignore as he focused on the cheap cotton still hiding her lower half. "Panties too."

Again, Courtney didn't even hesitate. Her panties were gone in a heartbeat, dropped into the growing pile beside her. A pile he intended to add to.

"Shirt next. Then your bra." He didn't need her naked for this, but he wanted it. Wanted every inch of her smooth skin exposed to his gaze.

Courtney gripped the hem of her shirt, arching her back as she worked it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a stretchy sports bra that fought her as she tried to free herself of the compressing material.

Once she was completely bare, he slowly worked his gaze down her frame, taking in her barely browned skin. Her tits were full and plush with large, pillowy brown nipples that had his tongue sliding across his teeth. He could practically feel the way they would pucker in his mouth and it had him reconsidering how streamlined of a process this would be. Because, whether he wanted to admit it or not, this wasn't just about trying to gain power. It wasn’t about control. He was smart enough to know no one would ever control the woman in front of him.

But if it wasn't about either of those things, then it would have to be about something else. And that wasn’t a possibility he was interested in facing. Especially not when he could focus his attention elsewhere.

He took in the soft curve of her belly and hips before settling on the perfectly groomed crop of hair between her thighs. "I thought you said you had a Brazilian, Princess."

Courtney gave him a slow smirk as she pulled her knees up and let them fall open, one hand sliding to the bare lips of her pussy. "I didn't expect you to want a specific description of how I groom myself." She teased along her slit before parting herself to reveal every inch of her to his gaze. "But since you seem so interested, I leave a little in the front but everything else is gone." Her fingers slid across the flushed pink skin, teasing across her clit. "But maybe you should check just in case. See if they missed anything."

He took a slow breath, trying to calm the bite of lust pumping through his veins. For the first time he wasn’t as mad about the turn his life took when Pierce crossed his path. Because if his life had gone the way he’d planned, what was happening right now would be a huge problem.

There were no lines when you worked for Alaskan Security. It was something that frequently kept him up at night and sat like an albatross around his neck. But what was once his main source of frustration and guilt finally presented an opportunity.

“I’m not in charge of your grooming, Princess.” He rested one knee onto the mattress, leaning forward to drop his hands to the sheets. “I’m here for one reason and one reason only.”

Courtney’s glistening fingers continued tracing a path around her clit. “To show me you’re in charge.”

He offered a single nod. “That’s right.”

Her chin barely lifted. “You’re wasting a lot of time for a man who wants to be in charge.”

“It’s not wasting time. It’s called being calculating.” He lifted his other knee to the questionable mattress. “I think that’s something you know more about than you want to admit.”

She held his gaze, looking unbothered by his assessment. “I’m more than willing to admit to being calculating.” One brow lifted. “Are you willing to admit you’re stalling?” Her expression was challenging. “Because if you wait much longer I’m going to finish the job myself.”

“No you won’t.”

The hand working between her legs stopped and her eyes barely widened. “I won’t?”

He slowly shook his head. “No.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I said you won’t.”

Her next laugh carried more weight. “What makes you think I’ll do what you say?”

Reed leaned down until his lips nearly brushed hers. “Oh, you’ll do what I say. Because if you don’t, I’ll suck on that sweet little clit of yours until you’re desperate to come.” He grabbed the hand between her thighs and lifted it to his mouth, sliding her wet fingers between his lips and letting his tongue glide over her slippery skin before setting them free. “And then I’ll stop.”

CHAPTER FEFTEEN

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