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“Trust me, Princess. I’ve seen firsthand how fast using alcohol and drugs to self-medicate can spiral out of control.”
I stare at him slack-jawed, wondering how the hell he knows. No one else in my life has even picked up on it. Then anger burns through me as I realise who he’s comparing me to. “I’m nothing like Jasper Deacon. He’s a fucking psychopath.”
His eyes flash with anger. “Jesus, Ivy, calm the fuck down. All I’m saying is I refuse to stand back and watch someone else spiral from substance abuse. It’s not easy to pull yourself out of that.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” I mutter, trying to shove past him, glaring when he moves to block my exit. “Go fuck yourself, Conrad. I don’t have a problem.”
“If you’re that messed up over what Lachy did to you, talk to someone. You have your brother and your friends. Let them help you before it’s too late.” He stares down at me, an unrecognisable expression on his face. If I didn’t know how narcissistic he was, I’d almost think he was worried about me.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” I shout at him. My hands are trembling, and I can feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away. I amnotgoing to break down in front of Conrad Foster. I don’t want to talk to anyone about Lachy. I don’t want to hear the sympathy in their voices or see the pity in their eyes. I just want to forget. I want to forget the pain, the emptiness. I just want to drown it all out.
“Ivy–”
A sob falls from my lips, and my legs collapse as I’m overcome by my grief. Conrad catches me once again, holding me as my body quakes from the force of my tears. His hand rubs up and down my back which has me pressing up against him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, my hands slipping underneath his shirt and my fingers trace the lines of his toned abs.
His body tenses and he rumbles out, “What are you doing?”
I pull my face away from his chest only far enough away to look up at him through wet lashes. My tongue runs along my bottom lip, desire pooling between my thighs as his eyes track the movement. “I need to forget.”
I feel Conrad’s steady heartbeat from where he’s pressed up against me, and I keep my eyes locked on his, praying he won’t deny me. He hesitates only a moment before his hand moves up to bury itself in my hair and he pulls my face up to meet his in a bruising kiss. The feeling of being claimed overwhelms me and my lips part on a sigh and his tongue meets mine with strong, deliberate strokes. I curl my fists into his hoodie, drawing him closer as I moan into his mouth. For as much as Conrad is a selfish, arrogant asshole, the guy definitely knows how to kiss.
He backs me up against the lookout railing, caging me in. This is crazy and reckless, but I don’t have it in me to care. My body lights up at his touch, pleasure rolling through me straight down to my core. My head drops back as his lips leave mine, trailing a path down my jaw along my clavicle, his teeth nipping, while his tongue follows, soothing the skin. His hard length presses into my stomach, and I allow my hand to trail down his chest, slipping beneath his sweats. Of course–he’s going commando. I hum appreciatively as my cool fingers wrap around his long, hard cock.
He pulls back, panting heavily as his blue eyes search mine. “What is this, Ivy?” He groans out, his eyes darting down to where my hand is sliding up and down his length.
“It’s me forgetting.” I lean in to chase his lips again. He lets out a hiss as my thumb rubs over the tip of his dick. “Tell me you have a condom.”
Conrad takes a small step back, indecision warring on his face, and I bring my thumb up to my lips, sucking his salty taste into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he curses, running a hand over his face.
“Don’t overthink it,” I say with a smirk, looking up at him through hooded eyes.
He shakes his head, but his eyes don’t leave mine and I can see his resolve wavering.
“It’s not as if you don’t want it,” I challenge, stepping back into his space and palming his erection through his pants. “Hurry up and fuck me already.”
“You asked for it, Princess,” he growls, and I gasp as my back hits the railing yet again, Conrad’s lips fusing with mine.
I’m caught up in our frenzied kisses as his hands roam a trail down my fully clothed body, leaving a blaze of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, and he pops the button of my jeans effortlessly, sliding the zipper down before reaching in to swipe a finger through my slick folds.
I gasp into his mouth as he presses two thick fingers inside of me, curling them just the way I like it. His thumb rubs circles over my clit, and his fingers move in and out, teasing me with an inevitable wave of pleasure. It’s been months since I’ve been touched, and it doesn’t take long before I’m trembling all over. My hands fist his shirt. I’m going to come, hard and fast, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes as my pussy contracts around his fingers. Conrad doesn’t stop, increasing the pressure against my clit as his fingers destroy me. My orgasm rocks through me, and I cry out. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!”
I whimper when he removes his fingers. Aftershocks course through my body. I force my eyes open and watch as he licks his fingers clean, leaning in close to murmur in my ear, “Fuck, you taste delicious, Princess.”
My breathing hitches, but I shake my head. “No pet names, Conrad. I still hate you.”
He pulls away, arching a brow. He takes a condom from his wallet and holds it up. “So, I guess we don’t need this anymore then?”
Fuck, he has me and by the smirk on his face, he knows it. My pussy is still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave me, and I know he can see all over my face that I want more. We’ve already done more than I know I should have done with him but having someone else in control of your pleasure is so much better than using your selection of toys at home.
I snatch the foil packet out of his hand, ripping it open with my teeth. Conrad tosses his wallet onto the picnic blanket I was sitting on earlier and drops his pants, kicking his shoes off so he can remove them completely. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his long, thick cock jutting out from between his legs. For a moment, I’m tempted to drop to my knees. But this is Conrad Foster, and I’m not giving him the satisfaction of having that power over me. I grip his dick and roll the condom on, loving the way his body tenses at my touch.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans out. “I need to be inside you.”
Conrad’s lips ghost across mine before he spins me around so my stomach is leaning over the lookout rail. He steps up behind me, gripping my hips as he lines his cock up with my core. “Are you sure–”
