Page 55 of Point of Contact

Reed was right behind her, sliding the curtain into place before standing directly in front of her. "You're hogging the water, Princess."

"You could've gotten in first." She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the water dribble onto her hair, managing to finally get all of it wet before stepping forward and wiping her eyes.

Reed still stood exactly where he started, watching her with a hooded gaze. No one had ever watched her shower before, and while she felt a little exposed, she also felt a little sexy. Especially since Reed almost looked angry. Like he was pissed he couldn't stop himself from getting close to her. And it made her feel powerful. Desired.

Wanted.

She squeezed out some shampoo into her palm and worked it through her hair before rinsing it out in a painstakingly slow process. Once all the studs were finally gone, she moved on to the conditioner, stroking it down the ends of her long strands before backing under the spray. While it rinsed out, she added body wash to her palm, working it into suds before smoothing it over her arms and down her front, spending a little more time than usual on her tits.

Reed watched every second of it. Focused on each move she made. By the time she got to the spot between her legs, he'd eased in close enough the tip of his cock barely brushed her skin.

"I think you're teasing me, Princess."

Courtney widened her eyes as she cleaned her most delicate parts. "That doesn't seem like something I would do."

Reed’s mouth crooked into a smirk. "That seems exactly like something you would do." He backed up just a hair, so his body no longer touched hers. "Finish up. I’m ready for my turn."

There was something in the way he said it. Something that made her think maybe they weren't just talking about the shower. And it lit a bit of a fire under her britches. She rushed through rinsing off the soap before squeezing out her hair. "I'm done."

Reed gripped her hips, holding tight as he switched their places, putting his back to the weak spray. He leaned into it, eyes still on her as the water ran over his hair and down his face, slicking his body. He scrubbed down, working his big hands over his arms, his chest, his stomach. And finally—

Her lips parted as he fisted his cock, gripping it tight as his free hand went to his balls, cupping them as he continued working his cock.

Courtney swallowed hard, bringing her eyes to his. "I’m happy to do that for you if you'd like."

Reed stroked himself again. "I'm more than capable of washing myself, Princess."

Courtney licked her lips, itching to get her hands, and her mouth, on him. "I wasn't so much talking about the cleaning." She held his gaze as she slowly went to her knees.

And waited.

Reed stared at her, nostrils flared, jaw set. He didn't move for a few seconds and then he slowly backed away.

That was disappointing. What did a girl have to do to suck a dick around here?

She was just about to stand, feeling a little embarrassed and slightly rejected, when Reed moved in close again, bringing the head of his freshly rinsed cock against her lips. "Open."

She didn't hesitate. Didn't give him a second to reconsider. Courtney immediately parted her lips, sticking her tongue out just a little as her hands came to rest on the solid mass of his thighs.

Reed’s hand went to her wet hair, curving around the back of her head before gripping into the soaked strands. "Good girl. Just like that." He traced the tip of his cock across her upper lip. "Stick your tongue out a little more for me."

Again, she immediately did as he asked and was rewarded when he tapped the underside of his dick against it with a few light slaps. It was definitely a sexy move, but she wanted more, so she tried to lean forward. Attempted to take what she wanted.

But Reed’s hand held tight to her hair, keeping her in place as he slapped his cock against her tongue again. "Greedy girl."

He wasn’t wrong. She was more than a little desperate for this. Somewhere along the line, her offer had turned to a request, possibly a need, and she wasn’t mad about it.

Because she trusted him.

Was he occasionally an ass? Yes.

Was he overly serious? Double yes.

But he’d also proven he would always watch out for her. That he cared about how she felt. That he listened.

And that made her want this moment just as much as he hopefully did.

When Reed eased closer her heart skipped a beat and her stomach flipped in anticipation. He’d barely slid past her lips when someone started banging on the door hard enough to rattle it on its hinges.

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