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CONRAD'S POV:

"Do you think you're like Mr. Darcy?" Covey asks me as we walk into the lobby of my penthouse suite. 

I think about it for a second and turn the thought over in my head. "What's got you asking?"

"It's just—he was so unhappy with himself," she explains, looking up at me with a smile. "But he had a little soft spot for Elizabeth. Do you think you have any similarities or no?"

I hum. "Perhaps."

"Quite possibly," she mutters, walking ahead of me before pressing the elevator button. "I mean, maybe you need to go to therapy or something. I wish you would smile more."

"I smile plenty," I tell her, clenching my jaw.

Her small hands reach up to cup my face before she taps my cheek with her palm. "My point exactly," Covey says, poking the small dimple I inherited from my mother's side of the family. "Smile."

I smile lightly, rolling my eyes. 

She lets out a tiny 'awe.'

"I smile enough, okay? I laugh and smile for you," I deadpan. "Now shut up."

"Let's be nice," she says, pointing a finger in my chest. "And maybe I'll fuck you with my mouth again," she whispers, getting up on her tippy toes to say it into my ear. 

"Goddammit, Covey," I say through gritted teeth, pushing her backwards into the elevator when it opens. "I told you not to say those words."

"What else am I supposed to say?" she asks innocently, her lip going in between her teeth. "I'm being serious, I will fuck you with my mouth. Be good." Who is this girl and what have you done with Covey?

"Head," I say, my jaw tightening. "You can say 'I'll give you head' or 'I'll give you a blowjob.'" I slightly cringe at myself. What the hell, man. "I don't like you cussing, I say enough bad words for the both of us."

"Whatever, dad," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. Holy fuck. She makes it so hard not to pin her against the wall and fuck her.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Maintain self-control.

We get to my floor and she follows behind me, her fingers interlooped with my belt loops, and I try to hurry the hell up to my apartment so I can kiss her and hold her and do everything she'll let my sinful hands do. Her tiny footsteps try to catch up and when I get to my door, I hear her trying to regain her breath. Panting. Shit.

Tell my brain to shut up. 

And tell my mind to put a filter on my words.

When the door opens, she tries to walk right past me, but I grab her wrists and pull her flush against my chest. "Covey," I say, looking down at her.

She visibly gulps. "Yes, Coco Puff?" That stupid nickname.

Just take a fucking breath.

"I don't want to be one of those guys," I admit, not sure how to start this. "And I'm really gonna try not to be. But I do want exclusivity." 

"What do you mean one of 'those' guys?"

She really doesn't have a clue?

"The kind that control things," I explain, letting out a sigh. "That put unnecessary boundaries around what their—" Fuck, what are we? "what their girlfriends do with their life."

She tenses underneath my arms and stares up at me with her big, hazel eyes. "Girl-friends or girlfriend?"

"Significant other," I exhale.

"You've never popped the question, Sir." She looks over my shoulder and then down at her feet.

I pick her chin up with my index finger and say, "I can't, Covey. I can't ask you. Not yet, not for a long time."

"But if no one knows—" She stops talking, letting out a small whimper at the thought. "Conrad, why did we even start with this if we can't... you know?" Wait. She's not second-guessing this... what the hell is she saying?

"Because," I whisper, looking between her eyes. Lowering my lips down to hers, I kiss her in a reminder. "Because this."

She wraps her arms around my neck and laughs a little. "Oh, right," she mumbles, kissing me back full-force.

I pull her closer to me, holding her by her hips and letting her know of my now prominent friend down there. "And because of this."

She moans against my mouth, gasping for air in between kisses. 

"And because you like this," I remind her, reaching down and squeezing her ass. "You like what I do to you. You like me, and you know you want this too." 

She pulls away and runs a hand over her face, nodding before taking my wrist in her hand, leading me to the bedroom. Oh. Fuck, what is she thinking? She opens the door and looks back at me with a grin, leaning up to peck my lips before she pushes me towards the bed. Oh. I like this.

What's happening? What's happening...

But she doesn't follow me, and instead her tiny little figure walks away and disappears. What the hell— 

All my questions are answered when she emerges from the darkness of the closet, the red tie in her hands and her torso bare with exception to her black bra, as she bites her lip and looks at me dead-straight in the eyes. Literally, what have you done with Covey?

"You can either let me tie your hands up or you can tie me up," she whispers, walking over and straddling my waist. A slight tinge of pink on her cheeks, she says, "I don't mind."

In that case... I sit up, her legs wrapping around my hips, and then I turn around to lay her down so her back is against the mattress. "I want to make you come for me," I tell her, taking the tie from her hands and moving her up so she's higher on the bed. "I want you to moan my name, and I want you to feel good because of me."

And then she blushes.

"Yes, Sir," she says, her breathing labored.

"Can I trust you to keep your hands above your head?" I ask, my eyes narrowing down at her.

Covey nods, her lips parted. "Yes, Sir."

"Sir?" I say, clicking my teeth. "Good girl, someone's taught you well." Fuck yeah, she was taught well. She rolls her eyes at me. "And no eye rolling."

"Okay," she whispers, looking between both of my eyes. "Yes, Sir."

My lips curl upwards and I smile, just for her, and I kiss her sweet lips. "Good girl, baby. I like that."

I reach down and undo her bra clasp in one swift motion, undressing her so that her gorgeous, smooth skin is completely exposed to me. So beautiful. She's a work of art; every curve, every inch of her, every centimeter of her body. It's perfect to me.

I trace her skin, starting from her collarbone, down the drop of her cleavage, to the navel of her stomach. "You're so gorgeous, Cove." I cup her breasts, leaning down to kiss her. "So beautiful." I peck her lips. "Trust me?"

She lets out a tiny moan. "Yes, Sir." Formal tonight, I like that.

"Let me see your hands," I tell her, shifting so I'm sitting on my heels. She intertines her fingers together and holds them out in front of her. I take the tie and knot it around her wrists, tugging at it a few times to make sure it's secure. "Keep them above your head. No moving."

"Okay, I'll try," she says, looking at me with innocent eyes. Good—yeah, look at me like that.

I unbutton the jeans she's in and tug them off of her, leaving her in just her panties. I see her blush and I smile, trying to reassure her that this isn't my first time seeing her 'goodies' as she likes to call them. 

I slowly take the lacey material down her legs and trail my fingers over the insides of her thighs as I do. Her breathing hitches and becomes shorter, and I feel myself fighting for oxygen too. Tossing the lace to the side, I spread her legs against the duvet and take a sharp inhale. Hell yeah, fuck dinner.

I press kisses to her legs from her knee to her hip bone, savoring her, worshipping her—as if we have all the time in the world together. "Time is everything we have and don't, Covey. Let me show you how to feel."

She sighs when I place my mouth against her clit, running my tongue along the length of her sex. So good. My hands pin her down by her thighs and I already feel her tugging at the restraints. I take her into my mouth completely and suck harder, my tongue swirling her area, teasing her folds.

She moans loudly, her voice coming out a little cracked. "Conrad."

My tongue works her faster and her toes curl into the sheets, gripping them. She tastes so good. So fucking good. I lap her clitoris over and over again, pulling, bewitching, and beckoning her into a euphoric heaven. Her hips start moving under me and her back arches. Pinning her down, I dig my nails into her skin and torture her clit even more before sliding my tongue in her entrance, fucking her with my mouth.

She calls my name out again, turning me on even more. That's right, scream it for me. 

I lift my head, gaining my breath as my thumb circles her clit, and she looks up at me with hooded eyes. "Mmh," she moans, gasping and shutting her eyes as her head tilts back into the pillows. "Ah, oh gosh, Conrad—"

"You like that?" I grunt, using my free hand to reach down and touch myself when I can't control it any longer. Shit, keep it in your pants.

"Yeah," she breathes, her gasps turning into muffled sighs and moans. "Yeah!" she repeats, screwing her eyes shut tightly when I speed my thumb up.

When I can't physically handle it, I drop my pants and pull my dick out, groaning as I pump myself to her moans. "Fuck, baby," I mumble, pressing my length and teasing it against her folds when my desire becomes too difficult to overcome. "Holy shit, you're so wet for me."

Covey gives me a panicked sort of look and I press my hand against the top of my erection to gain more traction against her clit. I drop my head and press my lips to hers. "I won't yet," I manage to get out in a strained voice before moaning into her ear. "But thank fuck," I groan, speeding up my teasing thrusts.

She takes her tied hands and tugs at the restraints, asking for relief. I get so lost in the erotic sounds of our breathing, bodies flesh on flesh, and our moans falling into perfect rhythm that I almost don't see it.

But I notice her jaw start to clench, and I know her release is nearing soon. So I do something she wasn't expecting and reach up to undo the tie, letting her hands free. She moans, sliding her arms around my back as she grips my shoulder blades.

"Please," she pants, begging and clawing at my back. "I'm so close."

I run my length along her folds and growl. "So come for me."

And at my request, she shuts her beautiful hazel iries for the briefest moment before opening them, her eyes locking with mine. Then her body quivers and she comes completely undone underneath me. So fucking beautiful. So incredibly sexy. She gasps and mumbles my name a few times, reaching down to grab my erection sliding against her.

She wraps her hand around me and moves it up and down, squeezing harder as she gets to the tip. I groan, dropping my head onto her shoulder. "Yeah baby, just like that."

She starts moving faster and faster, gripping it with right amount of pressure, and I sigh into her neck never wanting her to stop. Damn. I feel my high onsetting, and I meet her hand every time she pulls back and in—and she doesn't stop and it feels so fucking good.

I groan, reaching up to grip her hair. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

She quickens her pace and her relentlessness sends me into a blissful trance of an orgasm. She never lets up, my load come out on her stomach. Her fingers tighten around me, and I moan as she milks every last drop. Hovering over her, I let out ragged breaths, shutting my eyes for a second.

When I go to open them back up, I watch as she takes her fingers and licks herself clean of my cum. Fuck. Shit. Holy hell. 

"So good, Cove," I murmur, collapsing on top of her and inhaling her hair. "Good girl, baby."

She wraps her arms around me in return and whispers, "So about The Lion King."

I clench my jaw, still trying to reel myself in from the orgasm she just gave me. "Not the fucking time," I grumble, pressing myself deeper into her against the mattress.

She lets out a tiny laugh, nodding against my shoulder. "Whatever, Coco Puff."

I swear, does she not understand we both just came? Or is it just me?

"I can't wait to fuck you," I mutter, more to myself than her. To make you mine completely. To have you. To give myself to you. Shit, I can't fucking wait.

And we were so damn close too.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The intimacy is pure, y'all. It's developing. Also, I wrote smut from Conrad's POV... let me know your thoughts?

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