The sound of the door closing makes me realize Brady has left.
9
Brady
“Where’d you go?”
I blink back to reality, and I’m standing at my desk. Ramona is leaning over the cubicle wall with a big smile on her face.
“What?” Was I daydreaming?
Okay, yes, I was daydreaming. What the fuck else am I supposed to do? My whole body feels radioactive, and all from the memory of Nash’s mouth on my dick.
“I’m here.” I give Ramona a smile. Even I know it’s weak.
“But where did you go?”
I can’t help the way I tense up. “Where?” Does she know? How can she? Who could possibly guess how my afternoon has gone? Not me, that’s for sure.
“You went over to solve another Nash crisis, and then you just disappeared. I called when I didn’t hear from you after an hour. Where did you go?”
“I went to get an iced coffee.” And then I got on the streetcar to come back to the office. Except somewhere between the memories of the hungry look in Nash’s eyes as he sucked me off and the taste of my spunk on his lips, I completely missed my stop and got halfway to Etobicoke. If the streetcar hadn’t been short-turned in the west end, I’d probably still be on it.
Ramona frowns. “Are you okay?”
“Of course!” I straighten, trying to pull myself together. “Yeah. Things took longer at Out & About than I thought they would.”
So much longer. My head spins. As Nash scrubbed come off his tie, I was overwhelmed with the need to get out of there. To avoid the awkward conversations. The“Hey, man, thanks for letting me come my brains out down your throat. Should we do it again sometime?”I don’t even know if I wanted him to say yes or no. I just know I never felt more in control of anything in my life than I did in those moments after Nash dropped to his knees.
When I go back the next day, I’m sweating in my shirt, and my throat is dry. Nash’s door is open as I walk into the festival office, and I falter for a second.
“He’s not there,” a voice says, and I turn to find Patrick looking up at me from his computer.
“Where’d he go?” I say before I can stop myself. At least I manage not to whine, but what was I expecting? An encore performance seems unlikely.
Patrick shrugs. “There’s no internet in his office. Harpreet said he was working at home today.”
Of course he is. What a perfectly logical answer.
I get the new extender installed and am testing the connection on my phone when Harpreet appears.
“All set?” she says.
“Looks like it.”
“And it works in Nash’s office?”
My confident smile fades. “It should.”
Harpreet looks uncomfortable. “Would you mind double-checking? I told him I’d give him the all clear. I’d hate for him to show up and something’s still not working.”
The request is reasonable. But still, as I stand in Nash’s office doorway, I feel shy. I glance over my shoulder and Harpreet is watching me, so I lift my phone, like I’ve been running some kind of diagnostic. “Still good.”
The office is silent. The desk orderly. Garbage can empty. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened here. Gently, I lower myself into Nash’s chair. For Harpreet’s sake, I make a show of disconnecting from the Wi-Fi and reconnecting it. No problem. When I look up again, she’s gone back to her office.
I should go. Ramona is taking a long weekend, so I’ll be on call by myself until Monday. But I can’t make myself get up yet. I glance at the door, open now, but closed yesterday. I’d been all set to leave then too, but Nash had touched me, obliterating my resolve at the last second. I couldn’t not kiss him, and then once we’d started...
I rock back in the chair, the leather creaking, and the motion makes me think of what it would be like, the two of us in this chair. Hands, mouths, my cock in Nash’s ass as he pleads for more, his gaze full of that needy gleam it had yesterday.
