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“The plan is good, and I know you’re going to play your part perfectly,” he says. “I’m checking in onyou,though. We haven’t had much time, just you and me, since we got you back, and I want to know how you’re doing since we lost you to Ivan.”

My gut immediately starts to churn thinking about the night Ivan took me from them. He told me Alexie, King, and Stryker were dead, and if I’m honest, it felt like a part of me died at that moment, too. I haven’t talked too much about it with anyone because being open with feelings has never exactly been my strength. But this is something bigger, and I don’t know if I’ve even wanted to be honest with myself since leaving that hell house. Everything in me is telling me to lie, put up that mask, and fake it until I make it. Looking at Conrad, though, I feel safe sharing everything with him.

“We all know Ivan is an absolute psycho. I spent years working in the same organization as him. Hell, even on the same assignments, at times. I feel foolish that I didn’t see it coming,” I tell him. “My job was to read people, to know when to push and how to pull information at the exact moment they were vulnerable. I couldn’t read Ivan, or I read him wrong.”

“There’s no way you can blame yourself,” Conrad reassures me.

“Not for who Ivan is, but for letting it get so far. He did things, and I should have stopped him then. I was afraid to go against him, Conrad. As much as I don’t want to admit it, he scares the shit out of me,” I admit.

Conrad slides next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. “That is not a weakness, Spitfire. You need to know you are the strongest woman I’ve ever known. I love everything about you. Every happy moment, every fear, and every sadness, I want it all. We will take them all on together.” He leans over and places a gentle kiss on my head. I let my body melt into his.

Safe. That is the only way to describe how I feel in Conrad’s arms. Not just the simple physical safety, but safety with my feelings. We’ve been through hell and back, and it’s not over, but I know that being in his arms will always feel like home.

“He’s not done,” I continue. “Ivan will still be hunting all of us, and he won’t stop until he gets me. There’s a part of me that wants to protect everyone and give myself over, but I also want to be selfish and live a long life with all of you. I…”

“Don’t even think for a moment that we’d allow him to have you,” he interrupts.” I will move heaven and earth, sacrificing anything to keep you from him.”

“I know you all would. I should have known you’d find me, but I’m ashamed to say that I let myself believe no one was coming for me.” Even saying it out loud sounds ridiculous. He would have never stopped looking for me. The level of hopelessness Ivan instilled in me was strong. He’s ruthless, and it’s no wonder he gets others to blindly follow him.

“Never be ashamed of how you feel,” he tells me. “We were always going to find you, but we should have known you’d get yourself out on your own.”

I lean my head up to face him, pressing my lips softly to his. “I never want to feel that way again. Promise me, no matter what happens, we’ll always find each other.”

“That’s not a hard promise to keep,” he says before pressing his lips to mine again. This time more firm, forcing my lips to part for him. His tongue pushes in and starts entwining with mine. His hand moves up my side until it reaches the underside of my breast. He cups it in his hand and starts to massage it gently.

I let out a soft moan, causing Conrad to pull back slightly. “I need you,” I tell him, almost demanding it. His hand moves from my breast quickly and wraps around my back. He slides toward the end of the couch, pulling me with him, and then gently lays me back. Conrad slides both hands to the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. There’s no waiting as he lifts it quickly up and over my head, tossing it aside. His hand goes behind my back again and makes quick work of my bra clasp, releasing my breasts. One hand moves to cup my tit as his mouth encloses the pink bud of the other. Conrad pulls back, tugging at my nipple before releasing it with a pop. His mouth quickly covers it again, this time swirling his tongue around it. My back arches at the delicious sensation. He doesn’t let up; instead, he starts to roll my other nipple between his fingers.

“Your tongue feels amazing,” I encourage him. He responds by moving his mouth to my other nipple and starts flicking his tongue back and forth. His gaze makes contact with mine. Those perfect golden eyes, piercing my soul. The glimmer in them seems almost feral, but holding the gentleness I love about them.

Keeping his tongue around my nipple, he slides one hand down my stomach until he reaches the waist of my jeans. I don’t know how he does it, but he unbuttons my pants with one hand. He sits up, causing me to groan in protest in the absence of his touch on my body. Using both hands, he slides my jeans and underwear down together. He continues to move back until he removes them from my legs and throws them to the ground.

“You want more of my tongue, Spitfire?” he asks. I nod in response. Conrad reaches a hand down to mine, our fingers gripping each other. He sits me up and spins me sideways so I’m sitting on the edge of the loveseat. Conrad moves in front of me and gets on his knees. Placing a hand under each of my knees, he pushes them back until I’m fully exposed to him. He looks between my legs and licks his lips before looking at me and grinning widely.

His head lowers between my legs, but he continues to keep my legs pushed back. The first feel of his tongue up my slit forces my head to fall back. Conrad slowly swipes his tongue between my folds, pressing further in each time. My hands try to grip for something, so I start to massage my own breasts and roll my fingers over my nipples. An electric sensation starts to build in my stomach and shoots to my toes, making them curl. Conrad presses harder against my legs to keep me in place.

Conrad’s tongue finds my sensitive bundle of nerves, and he swirls his tongue around it. My body starts to writhe, and my back keeps arching further, pushing me harder into Conrad’s face. He reacts by sucking my clit into his mouth hard.

“Fuck, Conrad,” I moan out as I ride his face. He releases my clit from his mouth and starts flicking his tongue back and forth a few times before taking it between his teeth. I can feel my release building, and I squeeze my breasts harder. “Don’t stop,” I encourage him. His tongue starts to move quicker around my little nub lapping at me like a parched man looking for water. My legs try to shoot out, but Conrad holds them firmly in place. I drop my hands from my breasts and can’t help but press on Conrad’s head. My release comes quickly as my body starts to shake, and I moan loudly enough that I know that everyone in the house can hear me. I drop my arms and relax my legs against Conrad’s hands. Convulsions continue to move through my body as Conrad licks around my folds and the space below, lapping up my juices.

He lets my legs down gently, and they feel like jello. Conrad looks up at me, and I can see the glistening moisture around his mouth. He leans up to kiss me, but I swipe my tongue across his mouth, tasting myself on him.

“I need to be inside you,” he tells me. “Are you okay with more?” He’s always making sure I’m good with anything we do and never wanting to push me too far. I grip my hands on each side of his face and hold his stare.

“I’ll take anything you can give me,” I reply. He stands up and starts to lift his shirt over his head. I place my hands behind my head and whistle, letting him know I enjoy the show. He swings the shirt above his head before releasing it so it hits me. I grab the shirt and toss it aside before returning my attention to the show. He unbuttons his pants and drops them slowly while doing a little shimmy with his butt. Seeing Conrad more relaxed and having fun makes me smile. Next, he pulls down his boxers, and his erection springs free. I suck in my bottom lip at the sight.

Conrad steps forward as I prepare to take him in my mouth. Instead, he reaches down and swipes his hand between my folds. He starts to rub the moisture he collected over his hard cock. “I need to be inside you now,” he says as he moves down and grips my ass cheeks, lifting me in the air. My arm flails out, trying to balance before wrapping around his neck. Conrad lines himself up and slides himself into my center.

He glides in and holds himself fully inside for a moment. His hands start to move me up and down his shaft, and I feel myself being stretched in this position.It feels perfect.I hold his neck tight and start to help by moving myself up and down. Conrad leans forward, kissing along my neck. He continues to pump in and out of me before biting down on my neck, letting me know he’s getting close.

Conrad pulls his head back. “Cum with me,” he commands. I reach a hand between us and start to circle my fingers around my clit, building up another release. Moving me on his cock quicker, creating a slapping sound with each hard thrust. His eyes stare into mine, and I feel his shoulders shudder, and my climax builds even higher. Conrad’s mouth latches back onto my neck as his body starts to spasm through his orgasm. I follow him, moaning loud enough to shake the house as I clench around him.

He holds me up, still inside me, as he walks us back to the couch. Conrad doesn’t pull out of me. Instead, he sits on the couch, keeping me on him. I let my body relax onto him and let my head rest on his shoulder.

“Really?” I hear Conrad ask, so I lift my head to look at him. When he sees me look at him, he nods his head toward the door behind me. I turn to see Alexie standing at the doorway.

“What? I hear my favorite sound, and you expect me to not come see what is causing those moans of ecstasy?” Alexie asks.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask him.

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