Page 63 of His Gift
Getting on my knees, I latch my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. The contented sound he gifts me, his arms around me, his eyes squeezed shut, the sweet curve upward of his lips. Yes. I do really love him. And I want to see him happy as much as he wants the same for me.
"Are you feeling a little better, my gift?"
"Yes. I do. And I'd like to talk about what's next while we make breakfast."
"Levy sent me a message on the burner phone he gave me. He wants to talk with me." Conrad says it in a rush, as if he was just waiting for the right moment to give me bad news.
"Just you?"
"He said so, but it's your choice. If you don't want to interact with him, I'll take care of it. Otherwise, whatever he wants concerns you too."
"I don't want to interact with him, no. But I want to be there. I want to be with you. From now on, let's face things together, okay?"
The smile he gives me is brilliant and mischievous at the same time. Yeah, I know. He still wants to be my shield. And I welcome that. To a point. But it's who we are. He pulls and I go, only to push back at some point.
"Breakfast, now. You have to teach me some more recipes for your shakes."
In the end, Conrad has me make the same recipe again. It doesn't taste bad, but I'm sure we can do better. I know he's all about results, and probably it's his way of coping with what he'll never taste again, but I will find a wayto make it more savory, and different for every meal. As soon as I get my laptop back. And that's what brings me back to Levy's impending arrival, after a peaceful breakfast in this beautiful apartment. I didn't care when we first arrived, but I'm grateful now that Conrad asked for a better place. We're still caged here, still waiting to see what will happen. Yet it feels like a home, and now I know we can make our own choices, that we're not helpless as I felt after Irene left. Procuring us a better apartment is just the start.
"I like that look on you, my gift. The same as when you're about to give me hell. It makes me want to be inside you. Come."
He grabs my hand and brings me to the couch, straddling his lap. "Levy is arriving in about an hour, and we'll sit here when we talk. Let's make this a place where we have beautiful memories." I'm wearing just a tee and when he takes it off and drags his boxers down, we're completely naked. "Are you wet for me?" His hands run down my body, slowly, caressing every curve from my cheekbones to my ass, along my spine, between my thighs. Then his mouth latches on my nipple, sucking gently, the tip of his fingers still sliding on my skin like paint brushes. I let him own me, just watching his every move, feeling him everywhere, and when he finally touches my pussy, he finds the answer to his question. "So wet, my gift. Are you ready for me? I can't wait now. I don't want to make you wait."
Rising higher, I wrap my hand around his cock, pumping gently until he moans and I take him inside me, one inch at a time, watching his reactions and waiting to slide lower until I see he's about to take over.
"I guess I'm getting what I deserve. You have no clue how amazing you feel. Warm, wet, tight. Mine. Fuck. I need more, sweet girl."
I smirk and slide lower. An inch. It's torture for me too, but he's the one who made me appreciate the wait, the anticipation. And when he's finally inside me to the hilt, my hips thrust on their own, the sensation too much to stay still anymore.
"Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Perfect. My perfect girl. My perfect gift. Come here." He pulls me in his arms and we make love like this, my head nestled in his neck, my lips on his skin, and his kissing my hair. Unhurriedly. Sweetly. There's no urgency. We both know it's simply one of the many times we'll be like this. Together, connected. Lost in pleasure and in each other. It's a beautiful feeling. One I never experienced before. One I won't lose. I won't lose him.
An agent, Garcia, has brought us fresh clothes and now we sit on the same couch we made love, freshly showered and appropriately dressed, with a lingering smile that is our shared secret. Conrad was right. It takes the edgeoff this meeting we're about to have. Still, when the door opens, I lean a fraction too close to him.
"Good morning. For the record, I don't agree with Ms. Schmidt being present."
"Her choice." Conrad talks in a clipped voice and nudges my shoulder. "And please, can we dial back the official talk?"
Levy nods stiffly and sits on the chair in front of us. I've not yet decided if I like him or not, but he sure doesn't look happy.
"Since you're here, Ms. Schmidt, I want to address what happened. I've had time to talk with Agent Vance, Irene, extensively. She should have sent two agents, but I agree with her the threat was vague and Flinn's partner was on personal leave. Most important, she should have called you and told you to lie low until she was sure the threat wasn't real. She didn't because she let her affection for you get in the way. She didn't want to uselessly scare you. While I understand, that was unacceptable."
"What will happen to her?"Is she going to lose her job because she tried to be a friend?
"I'm sorry. I can't discuss it with you. She's a good agent, though. My recommendation will be to… give her time to cope with what happened as well as past events. I should have seen it sooner. It's my fault as well." I sigh. I believe he's worried about Irene, and in her corner. It makes me like him more. "That said, we won't make other mistakes, I assure you. We lost an agent, a civilian, and Mr. Sinclair almost lost his life. It's inadmissible and itwon't happen again." I give a side look to Conrad, but his face gives away nothing. I don't think he's sold on Levy's speech, though.
"And just another thing that needs to be addressed, Mr. Sinclair, before we talk about why I'm here today. Smith told me he kept being confrontational even though we talked about it. The dead agent was a dear friend. While that excuses nothing, I wanted to let you know."
Conrad shrugs.
"Okay then. Are you sure you want Ms. Schmidt present?" This insistence makes me tense. What the hell does he want to talk about? Conrad looks at me and I nod. Now more than ever, I want to be here. "Okay then. Agent Vance told me you appeared out of nowhere. Again, she didn't press the matter because of Ms. Schmidt's feelings. At least she made some background checks. I made my own. Care to explain how did you find Ms. Schmidt?"
Oh, hell no! There are so many skeletons in the closet. Real, actual fucking skeletons."What does it matter? I'm happy he found me. And if he didn't, I'd be dead!"
Conrad squeezes my thigh. "Don't worry, Harper, I've nothing to hide. I was desperate. I logged into as many dark-web websites as I could in search of help. In the end, I happened upon a user bragging that he hacked the FBI. I got in contact and checked his story. It looked legit. And it was. You're welcome. I paid extra to close the breach once and for all. Which you should have done the first time."
"I thought we did." Levy snaps. "Do you understand you're admitting to a crime?"
"I do. Do you want to arrest me? I can hire a battalion of lawyers, and I bet they'll have a field day with this case."
