Endgame by Mia Downing Page B

be on that plane.” She shifted. “So. Do you want a blowjob or not?”
    “No.”
    “Jesus, Aaron, you’re a sissy. Thank fuck you’ve ditched the Anderson off your screen name. You don’t deserve to be one.”
    Silence. She waited for something. Anything.
    “I’ve only had one once before. One blowjob.” His voice was low. So soft she almost missed his words. “It was a little…unsettling. Bad.”
    Charlotte’s inner bitch softened, the hard exterior melting. It was hard to forget that his experience was numbered. To two. God only knew how a woman could fuck up a blowjob, but she’d heard of stranger things.
    “It’s going to be mind-blowing, and once you’ve had a good one, you’ll think twice about fucking married women. You’ll get them to blow you instead. See how much you’ll gain by allowing me to please you?”
    He didn’t look convinced. “Is this something you’ve done before, for work? Isn’t that what spies do? Seduce people to get what they want?”
    Though their job sometimes meant sexual favors had to be given to get information from a source, Chase knew Charlotte didn’t play. She’d kiss if she had to, but that was it. Those words made her feel dirty and cheap.
    “What are you implying, Aaron? You’re the one that locked me in the closet with you, remember? I was sound asleep. You’ve admitted that you want me, and I offered you a blowjob so you won’t lie awake all night with a raging hard-on. I think that makes me a pretty damned nice person.”
    “Would you enjoy it, though?”
    “I would hope so,” she said, exasperated. “I’ve given quite a few, and they were all very enjoyable. Despite Jake’s assessment that I was hatched by dragons, I do like to please. It’s in my genetic makeup. Andersons are hard-wired to seduce women. I am hard-wired to please.”
    “How many blowjobs have you given?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t keep track.”
    “To how many men?”
    She sucked in a breath, and stood. Fucking judgmental bastard. She shot him a glare that usually made Jake quake. “You’re judging me, Aaron James Anderson, and you are basically trying to find out if I’m just a whore for your government.”
    “Charlotte—”
    “You want to play judgment day, Aaron?” The dragon in her awoke and she hoped Jake would forgive the carnage. If the punk lived, he’d be lucky.
    “I don’t—”
    “Oh, yes, you do. You implied I was a whore earlier tonight, because I was here instead of Jake’s wife. And yes, sitting on your lap and kissing you wasn’t ladylike, and perhaps I should apologize. But you were hard before I sat down, so don’t negate the sexual chemistry we share.”
    “But I—”
    “And you were rude to Jake. You’ve acted as his judge and jury for his wild ways, which ended when he met Tia.”
    Aaron opened his mouth, and she smacked her hand under his chin to shut it. “If you want to live, shut it. Keep it shut. Do you understand?”
    He nodded. Slowly. Terrified.
    “Maybe becoming a man whore wasn’t the best solution to help Jake recover from his fiancé’s death, but that’s where he went. He is a good man, and you have no right to judge him for anything. Jake does everything hardcore, in case you haven’t noticed. And he went hardcore man whore, yes, because he was hurting just as much. But when he married Tia, he went hardcore married, and damn him for wanting the rest of the world to find happiness.”
    “Protective, aren’t you.” He didn’t sound snide. It didn’t matter, though. She was on a roll, and he was toast.
    “Yes, I am. He saved my life. Chase saved my life. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be standing here, offering to do very fun things to a snotty punk. I owe them the world.”
    “And what have you done with my brother?”
    If the man didn’t make her wet and panting, she definitely would’ve killed him by now. Snapped his neck. Yes, his neck would be so warm in her hands. Thick. “You’re really going