Page 117 of Extreme Danger

It took a minute to gather her nerve. “Do you like, um, that?”

“Do I like what? Blow jobs?” He snorted. “I have a dick, don’t I? Of course I like blow jobs. What a weird question.”

“Was it?” She tried to pull her hand back, but he trapped it, lazily continuing to massage his cock with it.

“I figured you didn’t like them,” he said, his tone measured. “Giving them, I mean. You never suggested it. So I didn’t want to push my luck. I drive it into the ground with you anyway.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” she confessed. “It’s just that I’m not—I’m not—”

“Not what?” he snapped.

“Not very good at them.” The words came out in a rush.

There was a shocked silence in the truck.

“Bullshit,” he said finally. “I don’t believe that for a second. You’re white-hot in bed. Who told you that? The dickless wonder?”

She giggled. “Ah…well…”

“And you believed him? You would trust the judgment of a guy who would put his dick into the mouth of a carnivorous bimbo like Kaia? When he hadyou?”

“Well, uh…” She struggled to control her quivering voice. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to—”

“But she did,” he said emphatically. “You’ve never put a guy in the hospital by blowing him, babe, which means that pointwise, you’re way ahead of Jaws.”

She exploded with laughter. “Stop it,” she said, waving her hand at him. “Stop being ridiculous.”

“Not as long as it makes you laugh,” he said. “I get off on that.”

He lifted her hand off his erection and tugged it up to drop a kiss on her knuckles. Then he threaded his fingers through hers.

The simple gesture felt wonderful. She wanted to jump on him and kiss him all over, for making her feel like this. So pretty, so sexy. Desirable. Even…well, powerful.

It actually made her want to try that all-too-emotionally-charged sexual technique with Nick. Just to see if it would be different. Not so stiff, awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing. He had turned the rest of her life upside down. “Do you, um, want one?” she asked, on impulse.

“A blow job? From you? Fuck, yeah,” he said promptly. “How many times do I have to say it?”

She gulped. “No, I mean, ah…now.” She blushed, furiously.

He swiveled his head, wide-eyed. “Right now? You mean literally right now? In the truck? On the road? At seventy-five miles an hour?”

She nodded a nervous yes. “I would. If you wanted me to.”

“Are you nuts?” He looked like he was trying not to laugh. “After what happened to the dickless wonder?”

Her face went from hot pink to tomato red. “Oh, God. Sorry, then. Forget I said it.”

“Like hell.” The turn signal started clicking. Becca squeaked in alarm as they swerved, and juddered over the rumble strip onto an exit ramp at the last second.

He pulled off the main strip at the first hotel he came to, a long, dilapidated, one-story clapboard building. “The place is a dump,” he said, yanking up the hand brake. “But I, for one, am not going to notice.”

“Nick. Please. It was a dumb suggestion,” she pleaded. “You don’t have to be macho about this. Just ignore it and we’ll—”

“No fucking way. You think I’m passing up a chance like this?”

“But—”

“It’s not a dumb suggestion,” he said. “It’s just the setting that’s wrong. I don’t want to be a menace to public safety while you have my cock in your mouth. To say nothing of your safety. And my cock’s safety. Call me a pussy if you want, but I just don’t have that kind of nerve.”

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