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fills the small space.
“Turn around,” he instructs.
Slowly, I pivot away from him.
“God, you’re luscious.” His words are rough and filled with emotion.
I blush under his observation. “You’re the only one who thinks so.” And I love him for it. I’ve come to terms with my feelings. I’ve never been a reckless person, but with Connor, I throw caution to the wind time and again.
He tugs my hair until I tip my head back. “You started a bar fight, Baily.”
“Not really.” I think back to that Saturday a few weeks ago when two of my male friends got into it at the local watering hole. “Greg was already drunk and Eric has always been stubborn. Their personalities clashed. It was stupid and it wasn’t about me. I was just there.”
He shakes his head and twists my hair up off my back, clips it to secure it. “You’re so naive. Men only fight about one thing, territory. Those bozos were infringing on mine.”
“I don’t like being referred to as part of your territory,” I say.
“It’s not meant to be insulting or to go against the women’s rights agenda. I know you are perfectly capable of caring for yourself. But you can’t reason with millenniums of ingrained instinct. It’s imprinted on our DNA. Alpha males lay claim to the choicest resources around and you are my crown jewel.”
I don’t know how to respond to his crude yet somehow flattering explanation. He runs a wet washcloth over my lower back and butt, removing the evidence of his passion from my skin, before helping me into the tub. It’s a modern convenience, big enough for six people and lined with jets.
Connor follows me in and I settle between his bent legs, resting my head on his chest. Warm water bubbles around us and I breathe out a sigh of contentment. “This is nice.”
He traces the bumps of my spine in a steady up and down motion. “What can I give you?”
I frown and look up at him. “What do you mean?”
Lines form around his brow. “I mean, I don’t have anything to hold you here with me. I know you must be restless with nothing to do. What can I give you that you’ll actually take?”
This is the reason I came to see him in the first place before we got sidetracked. “I want to go back to school, get my degree so I can be a nurse.”
He sucks in a deep breath, his chest rises and falls. I stay pressed up against him, waiting for him to speak. “It isn’t safe.”
“Connor, just hear me out, please.”
He engulfs my shoulders with his large palms. “Baily, someone tried to kill you. I don’t know who or why. Lying low for a month isn’t enough. I can’t send you off into the world knowing that you could be in danger every second. I’ll go insane worrying.”
I sit up and put space between our bodies. “Listen to me very carefully, all right? I don’t need your permission; that’s not what I’m asking for here. I want you to support me in what has been a long standing dream. But I’ll do it with or without your help. With would be nicer. For both of us.”
To emphasize my point, I wrap my arms around his neck and crush my breasts against his chest. He inhales sharply as I press my sex to his, demonstrating my eagerness for us to get along.
“You’re not playing fair,” he murmurs, rocking himself against me. I reach down, parting my labia so the head of his cock rubs against my clit directly. It amazes me that we could both feel such a strong desire after the earlier scene, yet our bodies strain toward each other as though magnetized.
“You never play fair.” I nip at his earlobe. “Why should I?”
I wrap my fist around the plump head of his erection and he throws his head back. Power surges through me as I pump him with my fist in long, drawn out pulls.
“I love touching you,” I whisper. “You’re so hard, and so smooth. But you know what I love even more?”
“Baily....” His hands seek out my hips and pull me
“Turn around,” he instructs.
Slowly, I pivot away from him.
“God, you’re luscious.” His words are rough and filled with emotion.
I blush under his observation. “You’re the only one who thinks so.” And I love him for it. I’ve come to terms with my feelings. I’ve never been a reckless person, but with Connor, I throw caution to the wind time and again.
He tugs my hair until I tip my head back. “You started a bar fight, Baily.”
“Not really.” I think back to that Saturday a few weeks ago when two of my male friends got into it at the local watering hole. “Greg was already drunk and Eric has always been stubborn. Their personalities clashed. It was stupid and it wasn’t about me. I was just there.”
He shakes his head and twists my hair up off my back, clips it to secure it. “You’re so naive. Men only fight about one thing, territory. Those bozos were infringing on mine.”
“I don’t like being referred to as part of your territory,” I say.
“It’s not meant to be insulting or to go against the women’s rights agenda. I know you are perfectly capable of caring for yourself. But you can’t reason with millenniums of ingrained instinct. It’s imprinted on our DNA. Alpha males lay claim to the choicest resources around and you are my crown jewel.”
I don’t know how to respond to his crude yet somehow flattering explanation. He runs a wet washcloth over my lower back and butt, removing the evidence of his passion from my skin, before helping me into the tub. It’s a modern convenience, big enough for six people and lined with jets.
Connor follows me in and I settle between his bent legs, resting my head on his chest. Warm water bubbles around us and I breathe out a sigh of contentment. “This is nice.”
He traces the bumps of my spine in a steady up and down motion. “What can I give you?”
I frown and look up at him. “What do you mean?”
Lines form around his brow. “I mean, I don’t have anything to hold you here with me. I know you must be restless with nothing to do. What can I give you that you’ll actually take?”
This is the reason I came to see him in the first place before we got sidetracked. “I want to go back to school, get my degree so I can be a nurse.”
He sucks in a deep breath, his chest rises and falls. I stay pressed up against him, waiting for him to speak. “It isn’t safe.”
“Connor, just hear me out, please.”
He engulfs my shoulders with his large palms. “Baily, someone tried to kill you. I don’t know who or why. Lying low for a month isn’t enough. I can’t send you off into the world knowing that you could be in danger every second. I’ll go insane worrying.”
I sit up and put space between our bodies. “Listen to me very carefully, all right? I don’t need your permission; that’s not what I’m asking for here. I want you to support me in what has been a long standing dream. But I’ll do it with or without your help. With would be nicer. For both of us.”
To emphasize my point, I wrap my arms around his neck and crush my breasts against his chest. He inhales sharply as I press my sex to his, demonstrating my eagerness for us to get along.
“You’re not playing fair,” he murmurs, rocking himself against me. I reach down, parting my labia so the head of his cock rubs against my clit directly. It amazes me that we could both feel such a strong desire after the earlier scene, yet our bodies strain toward each other as though magnetized.
“You never play fair.” I nip at his earlobe. “Why should I?”
I wrap my fist around the plump head of his erection and he throws his head back. Power surges through me as I pump him with my fist in long, drawn out pulls.
“I love touching you,” I whisper. “You’re so hard, and so smooth. But you know what I love even more?”
“Baily....” His hands seek out my hips and pull me
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