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[40] Recklessly Possessive

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COVEY'S POV:

I get up from my spot on the bed and let out a tiny whimper. Oh my heavens, I am so tired. 

Conrad peaks his head out the door of the bathroom. "You okay?"

I rub my head, a goofy smile on my lips. "Never been better."

"Covey, you told me to make you tired, so I did," he says, walking over to me. He's not wrong. Picking me up, he adds, "Let's have a bath."

I wrap my arms around his neck, cradled to his chest. The fact he can be so rough yet so tender at the same time warms my tummy. I like that. It makes me feel safe.

He sets me down in the bath, warm water surrounding my skin and instantly relaxing me. I sigh, shutting my eyes. Then I feel his foot brush my outer thigh as he slides in behind me. Oh. Ohhhh.

This is gonna be very distracting. 

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "Are you really that tired?"

"No." Yes. "Actually, no." I'm not. "Are you?" I can pull through another round. What has he done to me? This villain has corrupted me. Holy dino chicken nuggets, dang. "So yeah, are you?"

"Nopers," he replies, his husky tone sending shivers down my spine. He messages my hips in a circular pattern, my insides erupting with butterflies. "Just relaxing with you."

"Is your car gonna be okay?" I blurt out again for the millionth time. 

He grumbles. "It'll be alright. I have different ways to get around."

"Such as?" I lift an eyebrow at him even though he can't see me.

"I'll show you in the morning." He grabs the bar of soap and begins washing me clean. I sink deeper into his chest as I let his touch possess me. 

I hum. "Okie dokie."

He washes me from my toes to my sex to my tummy and my breasts, making sure to take care of me. I sigh in contentment, turning around when he's done with my frontside.

His erection is above the waterline, my eyes going straight to it. Hmm... I reach out and grab it in my hands, squeezing him. 

He grunts, placing a hand in top of mine. "No, you're tired."

"You always come inside of me," I whisper, pulling my lip in between my teeth. "I like to taste you too."

He gives a small smile, shaking his head. "You're so fuckin' perfect." 

"I'm serious," I tell him, staring into his eyes.

He takes my face in his hand and kisses me slowly. "If you want me to come in your mouth, all you gotta do is ask. I want to fulfill my girl's fantasies and desires."

"Your girl?" I ask, stroking him with my hand in concentration.

His breathing catches in his throat as he says, "I said 'I love you' to you. I think we have that established by now."

"Do we? You said you couldn't ask me the question yet," I mutter. 

When he doesn't say anything to that, I bend my head down to place my lips around him. My tongue laps his tip, sucking and then rubbing it along the inside of my cheek. Conrad's hands find my hair and pull it up into a ponytail, his fingers petting my hair as he watches me. 

"Fuck—I know I said that." He flexes his hips up towards my mouth. "Because I can't."

I go down his length in a corkscrew motion, over and over, front and back, up and down, round and round. His hisses, his grip on my hair tightening. And then I stop, going slower and gaining my breath. I use my hand, running it up and down his shaft.