Page 141 of Point of Contention

He strode into the bedroom, his eyes drinking me in with abandon.

He was a sight to see in his suit.

Hell, he was a sight to seeout of it.

But the muted beige was a beautiful contrast against the sharp lines of his face and the darkness of his eyes and hair. He stopped in front of me and looked down, shaking his head. “You get more beautiful every day.”

I laughed and my cheeks heated. “You just have a thing for pregnant chicks.”

Cabot’s lips twitched. “I believe you meant to say ‘thank you’.”

“Thank you,” I said with an eye roll. “So bossy.”

Cabot’s eyes narrowed, then he dropped his gaze to my breasts and licked his lips.Ruh roh. I stepped backward until my butt bumped against the glass.

“I’d like to fuck you against this window now.”

I swallowed hard as heat roared to life in my belly. “Cabot…”

He glanced above my head, eyes growing darker. “Turn around.”

“No.”

His jaw tightened. Nostrils flared.

“I’m already dressed.”

“And looking fucking delicious.”

“Cabot.”

“Rylan.”

“You’ll mess up the dress.”

“I will not.” He placed his hand over his heart and his lips twitched as he said, “You have my word.”

My gaze flicked to the door, but he’d shut it behind him, somehow locking it without me even realizing. That heat swirling in my belly moved south, turning liquid as it traveled. I looked back up into his eyes and wetness pooled between my legs.

Cabot slid his fingertips beneath each delicate spaghetti strap, then eased the dress off my body, shaking his head as he took in the sight of me: naked save for the simple seamless thong I wore beneath the dress.

Hetsked. “You’re already soaked through, Ms. Blake.”

“Can’t imagine why, Mr. Reed.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “No?”

I shook my head.

“Is it not the memory of the first time I made love to you, right here against this window?” He spun me slowly around, then took his time lifting each arm and spreading my palms against the glass.

If anyone looked up—

“The windows are tinted, my love,” he whispered, knowing my thoughts before I voiced them. “And,” he murmured, his lips tickling my earlobe, “with the way the sun hits them midday, anyone who looks up will see a reflection of the river and the city beyond.” He licked a slow trail up the curve of my ear and I shivered. Then he ran his hands reverently over my baby bump, then bent to slide my underwear down my legs. When I stepped out of them, he nudged my feet further apart so he could position himself behind me.

“Don’t move,” he instructed as he positioned the head of his cock at my opening.

I pulled in a deep breath as anticipation filled me with the flutter of butterfly wings, then Cabot pushed inside me slowly, and with each fraction he drove deeper, I breathed out a contented sigh.

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