Page 39 of Point of Contact

Discovering the truth about who Courtney was and the life she'd been born into was turning out to be a significantly bigger problem than he anticipated. One that was growing with every minute they spent together. With every whispered confession that passed through her full lips.

"Are you hungry?" He tried to reel his thoughts back in. Narrow his focus where it belonged. Ensuring Courtney made it to Alaska safe was his only task. One he was being paid to accomplish. One he had no intention of failing.

Courtney's eyes met his, her chin lifting as one corner of her mouth curved. "Are you offering to give me something to put in my mouth?"

The fact that her continued innuendos no longer irritated him was yet another problem he needed to deal with. Almost as big of a problem as the fact that her suggestive tone had his dick hardening almost immediately.

"You know what I mean, Princess."

Courtney smirked up at him. "One of these times you're going to take me up on my offer, and then you'll regret not doing it sooner."

He shouldn't let her reel him back into this conversation. Nothing good would come of it.

But then again, nothing good seemed to come from any of their conversations.

"You're awfully obsessed with sucking my dick.” He'd spent time with women. Had a handful of short-lived relationships he knew from the beginning would never go anywhere. His lifestyle wasn't conducive to attachment, and it had nothing to do with his job.

But not a single one of the women in his past had been quite so focused on that particular act. Sure, they’d do it if it was requested, but not a single one of them had offered it up. Not once, let alone multiple times.

"And you're awfully resistant to taking me up on my offer." Her eyes drifted down his body, locking in on where his obvious erection tented the front of his knit pants. "Especially considering you are clearly interested in it."

"I'm resistant to it because I know you're up to something. I know you're not offering just to be nice."

Courtney's smile turns mischievous. "You're smarter than most men. Less led by your dick."

"I can't afford to be stupid. It could end badly for me." He couldn't stop staring at her mouth. The wicked smile lingering on her lips.

He tried to taunt her last night. Teasing her with a hint of what she was suggesting. But when she eagerly pulled his finger deeper into her mouth, he'd struggled to rein in the lust telling him to give her exactly what she wanted. To put her on her knees and feed his cock between her warm, willing lips.

Courtney's head tipped to one side, her brows pinching together. "I'm not plotting your demise, Reed. That’s not what it’s about."

He reached out to slide his finger along her jawline, unable to stop himself from touching her any longer. "Then what is it about?”

"Power. Control." She admitted her motives so freely, and without any shame. "I haven't had much of that in my life, so I take it when I can."

"If that's what that act brings, then maybe I'm the one who should've been making offers. Because you aren't an easy woman to keep under control, Princess."

Courtney's eyes darkened as they stared up into his, her nostrils flaring, full lips parting. "Then that’s where we’re different, because I would absolutely take you up on that offer."

"Yeah?"

She slowly nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yeah."

He couldn’t pull his gaze from hers even though he should. They needed to get moving, but his motivation to leave was suddenly lacking. The thought of driving down the highway didn't hold a candle to the thought of Courtney's thighs clamped around his ears.

She was right when she said her offer was about power and control. He understood her desire to grab them with both hands whenever the opportunity arose. He was the same way.

And right now that opportunity was impossible to ignore.

Every interaction they'd ever had turned into a fight. A war for the upper hand. Never once did he manage to get it, but this could be his opportunity. His chance to put Courtney where she belonged. Show her who really ran the show.

He tipped his head toward the pillows. "Then lay back."

Her sharp inhale shot straight to his dick, making it strain against the lackluster confines of the cheap pants he’d grabbed in every color. "You better not be fucking with me, Reed."

He didn't react to her thinly veiled threat. "You’re wasting my time, Princess. Wait too long and I'll change my mind."

As much as he wanted to pretend her window of opportunity was closing, it was not. Now that he’d decided what he wanted, there was no way he wouldn’t have it.

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