CHAPTER 19
Harry genuinely tried to wait for Adam’s return from work, but he was a needy mess of emotions by eleven o’clock. Seyn’s earlier words—that Adam wasn’t really his and would never be his—formed a knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to see Adam.
That was how he ended up in Adam’s office before lunch.
In the hindsight, it probably wasn’t his best idea.
Leaning against the desk in Adam’s office, Harry tried to ignore Jake and Adam’s conversation.
He tried.
Really.
But with his heightened senses, their hushed argument wasn’t hushed to him at all. He couldn’t help but overhear it.
“Are you fucking kidding me, man?” Jake hissed furiously, glaring at Harry over his shoulder before turning back to Adam. “You’re forgiving him? Just like that?”
Adam was leaning his shoulder against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His posture was relaxed and confident, but his narrowed eyes betrayed that he was anything but relaxed.
His shoulders looked so amazing in that blue shirt, the fabric accentuating the width of them.
Harry squirmed. Since they’d had sex—or perhaps, since his bond had broken—he kept catching himself on those kinds of thoughts whenever he looked at Adam. It wasn’t that he saw Adam in a different way. It was just... in addition to wanting to be held in Adam’s arms, he also kept staring at those arms. He wanted to run his hands over those arms, slip his hands under Adam’s clothes and feel him up everywhere, feel his warm skin and hard muscles.
“Yes,” Adam said, his voice quiet but firm. “I know how it looks, but you don’t know Harry. I do.”
Jake raised his eyebrows. “Do you?” He huffed. “For fuck’s sake, Adam! I don’t get how you can be so blind about him! That little prick has been lying to you for ages, he disappears without warning and then reappears months later without explanation and you take him back? Just like that? Is he that good at sucking your cock?”
A muscle jumped in Adam’s clenched jaw. He leaned to Jake and gritted out something too quietly for Harry to hear.
Harry looked down, trying not to be offended by Jake’s accusations. He understood why Jake was angry. From Jake’s point of view, Harry looked... not good.
But he didn’t like that Jake was making Adam feel bad and angry.
“If you have a problem with me, you should talk about it to me,” Harry said amicably. “I’m here, you know.”
Jake turned to him with a scowl. “Look, don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I had nothing against you. But then you pulled a disappearing act, and my best friend was a right miserable asshole while you were gone—”
“Jake,” Adam said, a warning in his tone.
“Fine,” Jake said, lifting his hands with a huff. “I’m shutting up. But don’t you have a fiancée or something?”
“I...” Harry said. “It’s complicated.”
“Unbelievable,” Jake said, shaking his head. “Whatever.” He looked at Adam. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when he fucks you over again.”
He left Adam’s office, muttering something angrily under his breath.
Silence fell over the room.
Harry looked at Adam hesitantly. He didn’t like the expression on his face.
“The thing is,” Adam said with a humorless smile. “Jake is right.”
Harry stomach dropped.
Adam walked over to Harry, the look on his face almost grim. Putting his hands on the desk on either side of Harry, Adam looked at him intently. “You’re going to fuck me over,” he said, his tone very mild, contradicting the grim, unsmiling look in his eyes. “Aren’t you, babe?”
Harry swallowed, licking his lips.
Adam leaned in and pressed his nose against Harry’s cheek, nuzzling into him. “Yes, you will.”
He shook his head dazedly.
“You will,” Adam said again, dropping a barely there kiss on the corner of Harry’s mouth. Harry made a small sound and parted his lips eagerly, chasing Adam’s mouth with his.
“Fuck,” Adam said, cradling Harry’s face in his hands. He kissed the other corner of Harry’s mouth. “How are you so fucking... It’s like you were created to fuck me up. You’ve been lying to me—you’re still lying to me, but a part of me doesn’t give a shit. And it pisses me off.” He finally kissed Harry for real, his lips greedy but soft. Harry kissed back, hungry, so hungry, wanting to swallow Adam, wanting to have him, take him inside himself and never let him out. He wanted to be kissed harder, deeper, forever. He wanted so much. Until Adam, he’d never known it was possible to want a person so much, to crave them, to want to be physically joined with them. He was so hard already, hard and aching. He wanted—wanted—he wanted Adam to shove him on the desk, fill him up and make them whole.
Adam groaned and broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Harry’s. “Not here,” he said tersely before diving for another kiss.
All too soon for Harry’s liking, Adam pulled back again. Whining, Harry tried to bring their mouths back together.
Adam laughed hoarsely and practically jumped away from him. “Dammit, Haz,” he said, his breathing unsteady, his cheeks flushed and dark eyes glassy. He loosened his tie and averted his gaze. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” Harry said, rubbing at his swollen, oversensitive lips.
“Like you want me to fuck you on my desk.”
“But I do.” Harry crossed his legs tightly and put a hand on the bulge in his jeans, trying to relieve the ache.
Adam groaned, raking his hand through his hair. “Don’t say that,” he said. He looked pained. “How am I supposed to work when you look at me this way?”
“I can go,” Harry offered, even though it was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to be away from Adam. He stared at Adam longingly. He wished they could be joined physically all the time—he wished he could feel Adam in his mind.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Harry said when Adam said nothing. “I can go.”
Adam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Yeah, it’s probably better if you do. I can’t focus on anything with you here. Go before I get fired. We can meet during my lunch break.”
“Okay,” Harry said, hopping off Adam’s desk. “I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop.”
Adam nodded briskly.
Neither of them moved. They stared at each other.
Adam chuckled and turned away. “Fuck, this is ridiculous. Get out. Now.”
Harry left, smiling to himself.
In the corridor, he stopped and then ran back inside to kiss Adam one more time. Just one.
He left twenty minutes later, feeling thoroughly kissed, giddy, and loved up.
Harry chuckled, pressing his fingers to his swollen, oversensitive lips.
They really were being ridiculous. It was just a few hours.
What could possibly happen in a few hours?