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“Your hair should always be down...and loose.” He whispered.

             
Addie was going to nod her head, but realized that she couldn’t. She opened her mouth slightly to let more air in her suddenly empty lungs, and that was when Conrad descended upon her lips. It was a light kiss at first. Just his lips lightly brushing hers. Then his tongue slipped out and slid along her bottom lip. Her lips were soft. She moved just a half inch and sucked his tongue in her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue along his. That was when the kiss changed.

             
Conrad’s grip on Addie’s hair tightened, his other hand slid down to her lower back when he pushed her up against him, his mouth devoured hers, quite literally. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, wanting entrance. When she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue in and Addie met him stroke for stroke. Tasting, wanting more. Addie’s hands found their way under Conrad’s t-shirt to touch his toned hips and back, as her nails scraped their way lightly down his back. He groaned in her mouth as Addie’s nails scraped down. She could feel his erection pressed up against her belly.

             
The coffee maker huffed out the last dregs of water. That was when Conrad’s kiss got a bit softer as he pulled back from Addie and opened his eyes. In that brief few seconds he saw Addie’s lips swollen from his kiss. He smiled knowing that he’d made them that way. Addie’s hazel eyes were almost green when she opened her eyes to look at him. His left hand slid up from her back into her hair as he spread it down her back. He kissed her sweetly with just a press of his lips one more time before he pulled back again.

             
“Coffee.” he smirked at her.

             
“Coffee.” She repeated, smiling like a dork.

             
Conrad let her go as she moved to the fridge to get milk. He poured coffee into the two mugs and pulled a spoon out of the drawer and slid the little sugar bowl over to scoop some in his mug. She poured the milk and put it back. He handed her the spoon as she scooped two in her mug and stirred and then stirred his. She sat the spoon on the counter and led the way into the living room, turning off the dining room light along the way. She turned one of the lamps off and set her coffee on the table. She then slipped her Chucks off and she sat on the sofa sipping her coffee as Conrad came over and set his mug on the sofa table.

             
“Wanna flip through the channels on TV?” he asked.

             
“Sure. Sounds like fun.” She snuggled down into the big soft sofa.

             
Conrad grabbed the remote to the TV as he turned off the iPod dock. He took a long draw of his coffee and put it down on the table. Kicking off his sneakers, he brought one leg up on the sofa and stretched out an arm for Addie to crawl up between his legs and lay across his chest. Putting her mug on the table, she slid between his legs and rested her head on his chest. He brought his other leg up on the sofa and tangled it between hers. Addie listened to the beat of Conrad’s heart as he flipped through the channels on the TV. They watched bits and pieces of different shows.

             
Addie’s hand had slipped under Conrad’s t-shirt as she rubbed his abdomen softly. She could feel the erection in his pants throbbing hard, making him really uncomfortable. He tossed the remote on the table and adjusted himself to try and make him more comfortable.

             
“Oh I love this show.” Addie exclaimed trying to distract herself from his erection and how he’d had to adjust himself.

             
But Conrad couldn’t have told you what was on TV. His head was too wrapped up in what her left hand was doing to his abdomen right above his jeans. His left arm was curled around her waist as his other hand settled on his leg to give Addie room to rub on his abdomen. He was in complete, blissed out agony. She’d found the ‘v’ cut of his muscles by his hips and she was currently tracing it from the top of his hip down to where his jeans stopped. But she didn’t seem to want to stop there. No, she traced it down to where she was close to his dick. And damn if every time she didn’t get close to his dick, it jumped as if screaming ‘touch me, touch me’.

             
Addie was totally into whatever channel he’d stopped on, or she was making a damn good show of it. He looked over and saw some candy making factory. He could do this. The factory could help him keep his mind off the fact that her hand was rubbing so close that it seemed at any minute he’d shoot off like a teenage boy. Yeah, that was not going to happen. Not if he could help it. He reached over and scooted up a bit to take a swig of his now warm coffee, and boy was that a mistake, but it’d teach his hard on a lesson in humility. His dick got crushed under the waistband of his jeans and he groaned a little from the pressure.

             
Addie looked at the time on the cable box, eight twenty-seven. Only three more minutes of this show and then she’d give him the excuse that she had to finish packing. It wasn’t an excuse really. But she couldn’t seem to stop touching him. She kept repeating to herself that all men got horny if a woman touched them. He’d kissed her though, and the feel of his hard body pressed against hers was something to behold. That kiss sent her reeling. Not even Charles had kissed her like that. And she’d never felt like she had to touch Charles, like she did with Conrad.

             
Conrad’s muscles jumped under her fingers as she offered him light touches with her fingertips. Then she’d feel the gooseflesh as she used her small nails lightly. She was ecstatic that she elicited such a response from him as she touched him. She didn’t know where all of this attention from him was going. But, as long as he participated at the Messo with other women, she couldn’t do more than what she was doing right now. Right now...just lying on the sofa between his legs, stroking his abdomen and these wicked ‘cum gutters’ as she called the V of his abdomen. They’d just watch TV, drink coffee, and she’d stroked his body. No sex. She didn’t want to share him with the blondes if she had sex with him.

             
If there was one thing that she hated about Charles, it was his connection to Messosotto. No matter what she’d said or done, when he got a call, he’d go. He never explained what he’d done there or to whom. He’d always seduce her with his kisses and caresses to distract her. But she’d let him, so she had no one else to blame but herself.

             
Lost in thought, Addie didn’t realize that they were already fifteen minutes into another show at another candy factory. She’d give herself till the end of this show and she’d start packing. Nine o’clock was her deadline for feeling up Conrad, and then she’d get up and start packing. Maybe she’d enlist his help. She had a mental catalogue for what she needed to pack and there wasn’t much. Maybe, once she said she had to finish packing, he’d just up and leave. So, not really paying attention to the TV, she continued to tease his flesh.

             
“What all do you need to finish packing?” Conrad interrupted Addie’s thoughts.

             
He was trying for a diversion. There was only a minute or two left of this show and he needed to get off the sofa or he’d be fucking her on it. But the way he planned on doing it, he really wanted to take his time with her...on a bed.

             
“Little things in the kitchen and my clothes and bathroom. My mom came in and packed everything else.” Addie answered.

             
Conrad took Addie’s hand that was stroking his skin in his, “How bout I help you finish up.”

             
Addie sat up a little and looked at Conrad, “You’d do that?”

             
He let her hand go and curled his around her neck, in her hair and brought her mouth closer to his, “Yes.” he whispered right before he took her lips in a soft kiss.

             
When he let her go, he looked into her hazel eyes with his own. Mother fucker, the connection between the two of them was solid. Now wasn’t the time though. He wasn’t sure if it ever would be. She needed what Charles was able to give her. Conrad wasn’t sure if he could do that for any woman.

             
Addie sat up and grabbed her mug and walked over to the microwave above the oven and slid it in setting the timer. Conrad joined her, only, instead of needing a warm up, she noticed that he reached for the carafe. She grabbed the milk for him as he put the sugar in. He muttered a thanks and turned toward her as the microwave dinged.

             
“Let’s finish the bedroom and bath.” Addie said, grabbing her mug and walking out of the kitchen down the hallway with Conrad on her heels.

             
“The bedroom. My favorite.” He chuckled.

             
She’d taped a few boxes up for him as she told him to just put her clothes from the dresser in them. She tackled the closet. They talked about Conrad’s upcoming field problem on Monday and the training for the new position that Addie was taking over. Conversation was light and jovial.

             
Until Conrad’s phone beeped with a text message.

            
 
SUSAN: IM @ the Messo. Need spankins.

             
Conrad sighed and put the phone in his pocket and pulled out a pile of jeans. Trying to ignore the text message wasn’t hard. Addie had made quick work of her walk-in and was next to him when he moved from the chest of drawers to the dresser. She pretty much ignored that he got a text message. She didn’t even acknowledge it, or try to look at his phone.

             
DING!

             
Pulling out his phone again, just in case it was one of his soldiers, Conrad swiped the screen and hit the envelope icon. It was another message from Susan. A picture instead of a regular text. As luck would have it, he went to move one way, and Addie who was beside him moved another, they collided and he dropped his phone as the picture was loading. Moving down to pick it up off the floor the same time Addie did, the picture showed in all of it’s megapixel and colorful glory.

             
Staring up at them were two fingers that were spreading open a very pierced, very wet vagina, that had a red dildo halfway in.

             
Conrad was the first to react, snatching up his phone. He hit a few buttons and cleared the image from the screen. He looked up at Addie who looked like she’d been stabbed in the chest with a rusty knife for a brief few seconds, then reached in the drawer she was unloading and put the shirts in the box.

             
“Addie.” Conrad started softly.

             
She put a hand up and started to say something when Conrad’s phone when off again.

             
“Fucking hell.” He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and swiped the screen again.

             
Addie shook her head and took a deep breath and went back to emptying the drawers while Conrad fired off a rapid text.

            
 
CONRAD: Busy.

             
SUSAN: Fucking serious?

             
CONRAD: Yep.

             
And it was inevitable, he moved to put the phone back in his pocket and Addie moved to get the clothes out of the drawer that he was working in and the phone fell again when she ran into him.

            
 
SUSAN: Remember this???

             
That was the caption for the picture that clearly showed a woman giving a man a blow job.

             
Addie practically shoved Conrad away from the dresser and closed the drawer. Realizing that the phone was at her feet, she nudged it over to him with a push of her foot and ignored him as she opened the top drawer to scoop out her bras and socks.

             
“Addie, let me explain.” Conrad said powering the phone off now and setting it on the dresser.

             
“What’s to explain?” She shrugged, getting more socks and launching them into the box. “She sends you pictures. Who hasn’t done that before?” She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation that she’d even had to explain to him that she got it. Who hadn’t sent naughty pictures before?”

             
“I’m guessing that you haven’t.” Conrad stilled her movements by taking her hands in his and making her face him.

             
“Maybe you need to go.” Addie closed her eyes and opened them again with a big breath. “Clearly, that’s a service call.”

             
“I don’t care.” He answered, squeezing her hands. “I am here to help you.”

             
Addie tried to move her hands from his but he wouldn’t let go. “Well, then help me or leave.” She looked into his eyes and he didn’t even blink.

             
“What’s next?” he asked.

             
“The bedside tables.”

             
Grabbing his half full box, he moved over to the closest one and pulled out old Steelers t-shirts that were folded with care. He looked over at Addie and noticed that she was pulling out stockings and garters and lacy things.