Page 42 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

CONRAD

“ I t’s open,” I shout over my shoulder loud enough for him to hear through the door after he knocks. When he steps inside, I spin in my chair and turn to greet him with a smile.

“Hello there, love,” he says, moving towards me once inside my apartment. He’s here for our standing Tuesday meeting which we both agreed to have at one of our places instead of the coffee shop moving forward.

“Hey, sweets.” I stand with a smirk just long enough before he kisses me. My hands gravitate to his waist to pull him closer. As we say hello with our lips, I feel a small bulge start to press into me.

“Woah, there,” I laugh, glancing down at his now tented joggers. A faint shade of pink dances across his cheeks which I rub in with my thumb.

“Sorry, after this weekend I haven’t really been able to control it,” he mutters, slightly embarrassed.

“While I would love to repeat this weekend, I can’t.

At least not yet,” I sigh before grinding my hips against his just enough to make him squirm.

I can feel my own cock start to grow under my jeans and I’m grateful they have a firmer grasp of me than his joggers do or else I will have given myself away.

“Bad day?” he asks, following me as I make my way back to my chair.

“Not bad, just busy. I brought on a new freelance gig yesterday and the work is more complex than I anticipated,” I explain, sinking myself back down in my chair before the head between my legs speaks louder than the one attached to my neck.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do we need to cancel our meeting? I can go if you’re?—”

“No, don’t go,” I interrupt quickly and he raises his eyebrows at my haste. “It would be nice if we could push our meeting to later this week, that would give me an extra few hours to make some progress on this project. But I want you to stay, I want you here.”

He takes a few steps to close the space between us and leans over, resting his hands on the armrests of my chair and brings his face level with mine. “I’d love to stay. I’ll just hang out while you work, I have things I can do anyway.”

After a quick kiss, he turns and plops down on the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. It isn’t long though before he stands up again and stretches his arms high into the sky.

“I need to move. I’m going to take Annie for a run if that’s okay with you?”

“Didn’t you teach three classes this morning?” I ask, squinting at him from my desk.

“Yeah but that was hours ago.” He waves a hand at me like teaching three forty-five minute cardio dance classes is the same thing as taking a quick walk around the block.

“Besides, more cardio just increases my stamina, something you benefit from.” He moves around the couch and is next to my chair which I’ve turned to face him.

He lowers himself down into my lap for a second, moving like an exotic dancer at a nightclub, before standing up again and heading for the door.

He turns and smirks at me over his shoulder, his emerald eyes wicked as he does.

“ Little tease, ” I sneer from my chair, rubbing myself down after my cock jumped at his attention.

“Please, darling, you know I like naughtier names. Come along, Annie girl, let’s go work off some of your energy.

Maybe when I get back, I’ll get lucky and your daddy will work off some of mine.

” Before he leaves, he winks at me from the front door and gives me a little wave to which I roll my eyes at.

Then, I force myself to spin around and focus on my new project instead of the growing erection Henry has just caused.

The afternoon turned into evening without me hardly noticing.

This is what happens when I get deep into a new project—my mind blocks out everything else around me and the world falls away.

This is a major reason I preferred to work at home because at home, it didn’t matter that I didn’t talk or move or even remember to eat.

At home, I was left alone to my own devices to work in whatever way I wanted to work.

But today was different because today I was working from home with Henry.

After he got back from running with Annie, he hopped in the shower to clean up and came out of my bedroom without a lick of clothes on.

My hands flew to cover my eyes at the shock of it all and he teased me relentlessly for it.

After demanding he go and put on some clothes—no matter how much I didn’t really want him to—he came out wearing my clothes which were several sizes too small and stretched sinfully over his well defined muscles.

Every hour on the hour, he’d come by my desk and touch me in some way.

A kiss on the shoulder, a flit of his fingers across my back, a hug from behind.

And each time he’d pull me out of my focus and fill me up with a little more of his energy which would push me through to the next hour.

I’m well into another new hour of work when his voice cuts through the quiet apartment.

“Conrad, mate.” I turn to look at him. He’s sitting with his feet up on the couch, a strong arm draped across the back of it with his laptop in his hand.

“Yeah, sweets?”

“Are you getting hungry at all?”

“Uhh, not really. Why would I be getting hungry?”

“Because it’s nearly seven,” he points out before looking towards the window. I follow his gaze and notice that, sure enough, the sun has gone down for the day.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, the day completely got away from me. Here let me just do one more thing and I’ll?—”

“No it’s okay. I’ll start dinner while you finish your work.

” Closing his laptop he stands and sets it down on the coffee table.

Then, he takes a few steps and comes to meet me at my desk, draping his arms around my shoulders and murmuring into my ear.

“You know, it’s kinda sexy to sit and watch you work. ”

I scoff at his statement and shake my head. “No it is not. I’m not sexy while I work.”

“No, you are. Definitely sexy. The last thirty minutes I just sat on the couch and watched as you did your thing. Did you know you twirl your hair when you’re really focused? ”

I press my lips together. I can’t believe he noticed that.

I tilt my head back and kiss him on the cheek before he shows me how much that isn’t enough for him and kisses me on the lips.

After another squeeze he stands and moves towards the kitchen.

I listen as he mulls around, opening the pantry and then the fridge.

My fingers are moving across my keyboard, only interrupted by the sporadic click of a mouse.

I feel bad for spending all day getting lost in the project but I also know that if I get the majority of it done today and tomorrow, I’ll have all of Thursday and Friday to work on his project.

We’re in the last six weeks before opening day and there’s still a lot to get done.

“This kitchen is abysmal, what do you eat during the day?” His voice sounds through the apartment with so much disgust you would have thought something far more foul had happened than me not having any groceries.

“I usually eat out, honestly. Especially when I’ve been too busy to go to the store. Work has been insane lately.” My eyes don’t leave my computer screen as I talk.

“Well this is absolutely outrageous. You must have groceries in your home, Conrad. Eating out all the time isn’t very healthy, not to mention extremely expensive.”

“I hate cooking,” I state flatly. “It takes too long, finding recipes is annoying, and then I’m the one who has to clean up the mess since I’m the only one who lives here.”

The sound of his feet moving across the floor makes my ears perk up. “Let’s go.”

His voice is behind me now and he already has his shoes and jacket on.

“Go where?”

“To go to the shop, dummy. You need a proper feeding and we certainly can’t make that happen with what’s in your kitchen already. Let’s go.” He bends over and grabs my hand, pulling me out of my seat.

“I don’t know, I think you could feed me in other ways if you wanted to,” I tease, reaching to pinch his ass. He turns around and scowls.

“Very cheeky, mate, but not now. Later, after a proper meal and a quick shop. Come, come, it’s already late.”

I groan as he stands by my front door and waits for me to put my shoes on. After I pull on my own jacket to stave off the chilly November evening, he takes a step closer to me and kisses me hard.

“After dinner though, I’d be happy to provide dessert, free of charge.” Then he gives me his classic Henry wink and I feel myself getting hard all over again.

An hour later we’re back home after the single most excruciating trip to the grocery store I’ve ever been on. A trip to the grocery store is just that: a trip. Not a vacation, not an extended stay.

Not the way Henry does it.

Everything that caught his eye needed to be carefully inspected for ingredients, nutritional information, and to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at the ‘cute packaging.’ On more than one account he would stop and stare at the shelves for at least a minute before picking up three versions of the same thing.

After carefully inspecting each one, he would pick his favorite and pop it into the basket after making what seemed to be a potentially life altering decision.

No amount of huffing and puffing on my end seemed to speed him up either and part of me thought he actually liked getting me all riled up.

We walked up and down the aisles together, side by side and passed knowing glances between us.

I tried to make it look like we were nothing more than friends but at one point he bumped my shoulder as I watched him pick out canned tomatoes and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for his hand.

We shared a smile, and he gave me a wink, before we dropped our hold on one another.

My heart was grateful that he understood that I wasn’t ready to be an ‘us’ yet—at least not publicly.