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“Moira, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Hi.”

“Serenity told me you aren’t feeling well. Do you need me to bring you anything?” Jeff asked. “Maybe soup?”

Conrad
lowered her onto his lap then she moved around until she was comfortable. Another man would have allowed her to finish her conversation in private, and then crowded her. But this was Conrad.

“I’m better now, but thanks for checking up on me,” she said.

“Can I come and see you tomorrow?” he asked.

From
Conrad’s body language, she got the distinct feeling he had heard what Jeff had said, had probably heard their whole two sided conversation. Having one of them in the room was bad enough, but two of them was another story. And recalling the kiss from the other Sunday, Moira knew it would be an absolute disaster having Jeff come over while Conrad was still around.

“Tomorrow’s not a good day, Jeff. Can I call you when I am up to having visitors?” she asked.

“Okay. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks Jeff. Bye,”
Moira said then hung up.

“That boy has the hots for you,”
Conrad said.

“Who? Jeff?”
Moira laughed. “Ouch! I keep forgetting about my ribs.” Moira held her belly trying to soothe the aches. “You know it would be easier if I sat by myself?”

“Then I won’t get to hold you,” he said looking at her. Their eyes held for a moment. “Besides we need to talk. We have a
some untruths that were told we still need to deal with.”

Moira
’s talking points were not yet fully organised, so she went on the attack. “You told Lucas about Mr. Rabbit?” she accused.

“Yes, I had to, considering he is the one who suggested I run a background check on the guy. Imagine our surprise when we found out that he didn’t exist?”

“What? You ran a background check? Why would you do that?” Moira asked surprised.

“Baby, what was I supposed to do. You had just pushed me away for this guy, and I intended to see whether he was good enough for you,” he told her.
Conrad lifted her chin up with one hand and looked into her eyes. Moira’s green eyes met Conrad’s blue. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t let you go,” he finished before he took her lips and without hesitation Moira surrendered. Conrad took her on a ride. She tasted the beer he had been drinking earlier with Lucas. She felt his hunger, his desperation for her. She opened up and he took more from her.

She came up for air and he gave her a few seconds before he to
ok her lips back. His hunger drove her hunger, his desperation fueled her desperation, his need for her brought out her need for him. She simply surrendered and without words accepted what was meant to be. There was no more running away, no more pushing him away. He left her chin and pushed his hand under her tanktop. Moira whimpered and Conrad took the kiss deeper. He brushed lightly on the tips of her nipples and she cried into his mouth.

“Shhh. I know baby,” he said as he rested their foreheads against each other. “This is too much.” They stayed like that for several minutes, then
Conrad asked her if she was tired. When she said she wasn’t he laid her head to his chest, and they sat quietly until Moira was fast asleep. When her breathing changed he stood and put her to bed. He removed her sweats but left the tank top, then found shorts for her to wear. Then he went to take a cold shower, a very, very cold shower.

As much as he knew his libido would suffer less if he slept on the sofa, away from her, he just
couldn’t stay away. Besides she was thrashing around and the bedding was already falling to one side. He told himself that was a good enough reason to sleep next to her and make sure he kept her covered so she didn’t freeze. He switched the bedside lamp off and joined her. Moira settled into his front and sighed.

Chapter
Sixteen

The next morning
Moira woke before Conrad. She was snuggled against his front and his hand was once again on her breast. Only when she tried to move did he tighten his hold and squeeze her breast. So she stayed put.

“Morning baby,” he said as he kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. “Sleep well?”

“Yes, thanks,” she replied as she felt something moving behind her butt. “Is that a…”

He chuckled. “Yes it is.” He moved his hand to the bottom of her tank top and slipped his hand inside and caressed her
skin.


Conrad…”

“Shhh. Just relax and enjoy it.” He moved his hands higher and slipped under the loose sports
bra and palmed one breast. Moira moved her chest out to give him better access. He fondled her breast for several minutes before he pulled on the nipple; then he moved to the other breast and did the same. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he picked her up and took her to the bathroom. “Do you want another bath or a shower?”

Moira
chose the shower and soon after, Conrad had stripped them both. He walked her inside and after he had scrubbed her and washed her hair, he let her leave the shower stall, then he switched the water to cold and washed himself. He left once his erection had dies down slightly. He knew it wasn’t going to go away, as long as he was in her presence and he didn’t get to fuck her. What had seemed like a good idea on Friday, was getting harder and harder. He was hoping Sam would arrive today so he could get some relief from the constant hard-on, otherwise he might just have to end up having sex with a sick woman. Unless there was medication that acted like the opposite of Viagra. That surely could help keep his dick down.

By the time he was done with his shower,
Moira had blow dried her hair, and dressed. She was wearing another tank top and another pair of sweats. She was moving easier today, infact was looking more like her normal self. Another day of rest should do the trick, although he was glad Dr. Ryan had insisted on an extra two days of rest. Knowing Moira she would have been at work first thing Monday morning.

He found her peering into the fridge. “Sit. I’ll make breakfast.” She didn’t argue, and went to sit quietly with a glass of orange juice. One thing he was thankful for is that she took to drinking fluids seriously. He made a similar breakfast like the day before of
scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and tomatoes. She sat while he cleaned the dishes, then they walked to the sofa. He was once again surprised when she didn’t balk to sitting on his lap.

They fell into a confortable conversation until she dozed off and he moved her to the other end of the sofa.
Conrad realized he hadn’t called Sam this morning, so he made the call. He also needed to confirm his ETA. Apparently Sam was at the airport and on standby. With the backlog of flights it would be a miracle if he managed to fly out that day. He had thought of renting a car, but they were all sold out. Conrad assured him he wouldn’t leave until he was back, which was a double edged sword for Sam who wasn’t sure whether that was a good idea to have one of Miami’s playboys stay with his sister un-chaperoned yet he didn’t want his sister to be alone. “I’ll have Moira call you when she wakes up,” he said by way of goodbye.

He texted Lucas to bring him another set of clean clothes for the next day. He took his laptop deciding that he m
ight as well cover some of Monday’s work if he wasn’t going to be in the office. He e-mailed Janet to cancel his meetings for tomorrow. When Moira woke up, he was just shutting his laptop and planning on making lunch.

“Hi,” he said. She looked gorgeous half asleep.

“Was I asleep that long?” she asked.

“Yes, some of the medication is a sleeping tablet. The last one is for tonight,” he explained her unasked question of why she kept falling asleep.

She made a face which just made her look adorable. He chuckled and stood. “Soup and salad okay for lunch?”

“Yes. Do you need help?” she asked as she got up.

He moved to her and took her lips in a fast and deep kiss. “No just come and sit with me,” he said.

She followed him and sat
down. He made a simple onion and potato soup and when that was simmering, made the salad. She realized he must have gone shopping because some of the ingredients were not items she had bought. He talked to her and made her laugh. And today, she didn’t hurt when she laughed, unless she laughed too hard. Hopefully in another couple of days, she would be back to full working capacity.

Again he refused her help with the cleaning up. She called Serenity while he finished with that and she assured her she would still be able to make the trip in a couple of weeks time.
She would buy the ticket in another few days and let her know.

She had to hang up because Stu was calling her.
Moira rolled her eyes when he told her that Sam had already told him she couldn’t come to work until Wednesday at the earliest. He told her he would have Sofia practice what they had gone through before she fell sick and then they could resume when she came back.

“Have you talked to Sam?” she asked him.

“Yes, he thinks I have corrupted you. You need to call him and put his mind at rest. He may not be able to make it till tomorrow,” he told her.

“I can see how that’s eating him up,” she said and laughed.

Lucas brought another bag with more change of clothes for Conrad. He winked at her and told her she was looking better. She left them in the kitchen and went to sit on the sofa and call Sam. There was noise where he was. He moved to a quieter place and told her he was at the airport. Everybody was trying to get on the waiting list for the first flights out.

“Don’t worry about me, I am feeling much better. I should be back to my old self by tomorrow,” she told him. “Just be safe, okay.”

“Okay, I’ll text you if I manage to get a flight out today, otherwise the one for tomorrow morning is definite,” he said. “Everybody’s flight has been pushed back,” he explained.

Moira
went to her bedroom and picked up her kindle. She went back to sit on the sofa and opened the book she had been reading last week. She had just got to the suspense part of the book when her eyes suddenly failed her. She tried to fight the battle but lost. Damn recuperating body she thought as she succumbed and fell asleep.

She woke up thinking that this sleep, wake, eat cycle was beginning to sound like a one
year old baby’s cycle. Hopefully after tomorrow, all traces of the sleeping tablets she was taking would be completely out of her system. The apartment was silent and she wondered if Conrad had fallen asleep too. She carefully got up, looked around and found him sitting on a chair not too far from her.

“Come here,” he said to me.

As if in a trance, Moira walked to him. He patted his leg and she sat down and curled into him. When her stomach rumbled they both laughed and stood up.

“I’ll make dinner,” he said and pulled her with him to the kitchen. He made
angel hair pasta in garlic sauce and chicken. When she asked him who taught him to cook, he said it was his mother. The cooking skills had come in handy when he went to college. Both him and Lucas had been great cooks, and so while everyone ate more of pizza daily, the two of them cooked their own food. Sometimes they would cater for parties and that’s how Lucas went into the food industry business and bought a few hotels, but concentrated in the Florida area. His passion had always been the shipping business, although he was a silent partner in some of Lucas’ hotels.

After dinner they watched a movie to which
Moira slept halfway through. Conrad checked in with Sam before he went to bed and he confirmed he would be on the flight from JFK the next morning at six.

As the night before, he undressed her and replaced her sweat pants with shorts
, removed her jacket and left her tank top. His cold shower ritual followed then he followed her into bed. It didn’t escape Conrad’s mind how they fit like a hand to a glove.

Chapter
Seventeen

Monday morning,
Moira woke up feeling relaxed. She stretched and found no aching bones, ribs or chest. It was barely six, she saw as she looked at the bedside clock. She lifted Conrad’s hand and went to use the bathroom. It was liberating being able to walk alone and pee without someone in the same room. Maybe she had taken too long in the bathroom, or maybe he thought she had fallen asleep or something, because the next thing she heard someone ask what she was still doing in the bathroom. Well, women usually take long when they go to the bathroom. Clearly Conrad should have been aware of this fact?

As soon as she dried her hands, he picked her up and took her back to bed. “You are not going to work, so no reason for you to be up at six,” he told her.

Although he had a point Moira didn’t think she would be going back to bed soon. Today was the day to start weaning herself from the constant sleep, and the sooner she started the better. So she waited him out, thinking she would get up as soon as he fell asleep.

“You know I’m not going to sleep before you do, so quit stalling,” he said after about thirty minutes.

She sighed then told him, “I’m not sleepy.”

“Well, at least relax. You are all tense,” he told her. He pulled her closer to his chest. “Steady,” he said to her when she started wiggling. He moved his hand under her tank top and stroked her belly from the top of her mound to just below her breasts.
She pushed her butt into his groin and he groaned. “Baby, I need you to stay still.”

Moira
whimpered and he pulled her tighter to him. He finally moved his hands to her breasts and when she started making noises in her throat his cock hardened even more and he turned her to face up. He leaned over and took her lips hungrily and she readily opened for him and met him kiss for kiss. He groaned and pushed her tank top up above her breast then lowered his head from her mouth to her breast and Moira screamed. He played with the nipple using his teeth and soothed then suckled while he fondled the other with his hand.

Moira
reached down and removed the tank top then held Conrad’s head as he switched to the other breast and did the same. She cried out when he left her breast and moved down her body, kissing her everywhere. She moaned and cried, “Please.”

Conrad
pulled her short and panties off. He spread her legs and she opened wide for him. He found her already wet. She was dripping into the sheets. He swiped his tounge along her slit and she cried like someone in pain. Conrad opened her wider and swiped his tounge again then slid his tounge inside and she came in his face. Conrad sucked her juices until she was dry. Now she was nice and limber, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He rose up her body until he reached her lips then kissed her deeply and she was surprised to taste her own sweet juices.

“Feeling sleep
y yet?” he asked her. When she shook yet head, he chuckled then took her lips again while he let his fingers play with both her breasts. Soon she was wriggling and thrashing around the bed. Conrad lowered one hand and flicked her nub and she groaned. He entered her pussy with one finger and found her tight and wet again. He inserted a second finger, and used his thumb to play with her clit. It didn’t take long before she tightened with another orgasm, but he pulled out before it could hit her.

She whimpered
then cried out into his mouth and he drove his tongue deeper inside. Then he inserted the two fingers back into her pussy and finger fucked her fast and hard. As soon as he flicked her nub twice she came gushing into his hand and crying into his mouth. He pulled her into his arms until she had settled down.

“Sleep now baby,” he whispered. And she instantly fell asleep. “Fuck,”
Conrad said to himself when he shifted and left the bed. That was close, and he didn’t know why he had done it. His cock was so hard it needed relief. He went into the shower and took care of himself in there with cold running water. Who knew that you could take a cold shower in winter and still not freeze?

Conrad
did some work on his laptop while Moira slept. After a couple of hours he woke her up and she took a shower, then he made breakfast for her. They ate breakfast in silence knowing her brother Sam was about to make an appearance at any moment.

Conrad
stood and took his plate and coffee cup to the sink, “You are very quiet this morning,” he said as he walked back to Moira. He stopped in front of her and took her plate, putting it to the side, he turned her around in her chair. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Sorry,”
Moira breathed in and let it out. “I just don’t want you to leave. But I think Sam would have a heart attack if I even suggested something like that.” She laughed quietly. “You would think I was a teenager the way he vets my boyfriends.”

Conrad
chuckled. “So now I am your boyfriend? Glad to know I have moved through the ranks.”

Moira
made a face to herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You…me…I mean…”

He took pity on her bumbling. “No need to apologize. I like it,” he said smiling at her. “For the next few days I need you to take it easy, then you and me will talk I know I had originally wanted to have just one or two nights with you, but I want a little more than that. How much more, I don’t really know right now. I have never been in a relationship that lasted more than a month or two. It’s driving me crazy that I want more than a couple of months with you. anything other than that I can’t pomise.” He took her face and slowly kissed her. He nipped her
lower lip and soothed with his tongue before he slipped inside and the kiss spiralled from slow to fast with the heat intensity increasing every second.

The sound of
keys in the front door broke them apart. Conrad took the empty plate and silverware to the kitchen sink while Moira took hold of her coffee cup like a lifeline and slowly sipped the now cold coffee.

Moira
watched Sam enter and scan the living room then dining room and finally settling his eyes on them in the kitchen. He dropped his bag and quickly walked to her side. She put her coffee down and stood up. As soon as Sam reached her side, he grabbed her and engulfed her. “I was worried sick.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” she said then started crying. She tried speaking again, but everything she said was a mumble and she finally gave up trying to speak.
Moira felt Sam holding her tight as she cried for several minutes, then she pulled herself up and wiped her tears. “Sorry, I messed up your vacation,” she finally hiccuped.

“I know you are. But you can always make it up to me with my favorite double chocolate cake,” he said as he smiled into her hair. “Ouch! What was that for? I thought you said you were sorry?” he asked.
He rubbed his side where Moira had elbowed him.

“That’s for wanting me to be your kitchen slave, when you don’t even want me to go to work,” she huffed. “But
of course, if I can do both, I can make that cake really quick then go to work this afternoon.”

Moira
heard Conrad snorting, before he outright laughed.

Sam pulled away from her and said in a serious tone, “A-I didn’t mean I wanted the cake right now, end of the week will work just fine with me. B-The doc wants you to stay at home and rest for the next couple of days, so you will do just that. Even if I have to sit on you to accomplish that. C-You can forget about going to work until you get a clean bill of health from the doc. And even after that, another couple of days resting would do you good.”

Although Moira knew there had been no chance of her going back to work, it was still a slap to hear Sam grinding the same words to her. “Need I remind you of how old I am?” she bristled.

“D-There will be no negotiations of any sort.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would have said you sprouted from the stoneage or the ironage. One of you is bad enough,” she said looking at Conrad, “but the two of you…Arg!” she said as she pivoted and left the room. She entered her bedroom and quickly made her way to the bathroom where she splashed her face with cold water. If it wasn’t chilly a swim would have been preferable but even then she doubted either would have allowed her near a pool so soon after her fever. Conrad still thought she was weak and needed to gain her strength back, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he told Sam exactly that. Not that Sam needed more ammunition to hold her snuggled in the apartment like a tiny chicklet.

Feeling better she entered the kitchen and found Sam and
Conrad sitting by the island having cups of coffee. By the guilty looks on their faces she figured they were talking about her. Not that she needed to be a brain surgeon to know Sam was being given a minute by minute account of the weekend happenings, minus anything that would get him murdered of course. Moira had an evil smile thinking about how Conrad would have to fudge about their sleeping arrangements, the kisses and the mind blowing orgasms he had given her this morning.

“Don’t mind me. I know you are talking about me,” she said as she veered off and settled herself in the living room. “This may be the only chance you both agree to anything,” she mumbled to herself. She grabbed the remote nearby and turned the TV on. With nothing exciting to watch she settled on a movie that was already halfway on the Lifetime channel.
Moira made herself comfortable and took the throw that was close by and covered her legs. By the time the movie ended, she was fast asleep.

π

Conrad couldn’t believe how Moira was trying to work her brother into letting him allow her to go to work. If he hadn’t talked to the man over the phone in the last few days, he might have thought it would have worked. As a man who had done a lot of growing up in the army, he took the word ‘strictness’ to a whole new level.

When
Moira left in an angry huff, Sam just shook his head, but smiled. “That’s my girl. She will be okay,” he said and approached him at the sink. “I hope she didn’t give you any trouble. She can be a little bit of a handful.”

Conrad
smirked. “That’s a huge exaggeration, if I ever heard one. Your sister is more than a little handful.”

Both men laughed.

“Don’t I know it. Seems you did alright. If it had been anyone else, she would have run all over them.” Sam sighed and filled a cup with coffee. “Care to give me a more specific rundown of what happened?”

Conrad
filled another cup with coffee and joined Sam at the island. He was almost halfway through when Moira appeared looking all sexy and beautiful. His cock twitched and he was glad the table hid the evidence and that Sam was looking at her rather than at him. It gave him the needed few seconds to get himself under control.

Sam shook his head and looked back to
Conrad. “God help the man brave enough to take her on. Sorry, go on.”

Conrad
could clearly see the love between the two. As much as he thought Sam was acting like an overbearing father or brother, right now he clearly agreed with him. Knowing Moira, she would be at work first thing in the morning, if someone didn’t stop her. This was a man he wanted in his corner. God help him when he found out the relationship between him and his sister was sexual. As soon as he had talked with Moira, he knew it would be an inevitable step that her brother know. He just hoped he was ready by then. Moira wasn’t the type of girl he dated, and from what he picked up from Sam, he could see that he was way overprotective of her, and Conrad’s past of being a player would surely feature in whatever conversations were said about him. And despite the fact that that past was a little bit embellished.

Conrad
was surprised when Sam asked him to look out for Moira for a little bit while he went by the office. Since Moira was fast asleep, he pulled his laptop and continued his work. He was surprised at how comfortable he felt just being in Moira’s presence and being able to chip away at work. Maybe there is something about the work from home after all, he thought. He was surprised to see that two hours had gone by when Sam came back, Lucas behind him.

“Not that I mind, but what are you doing here Lucas? I thought we were meeting tonight?”
Conrad asked him.

Lucas grinned and winked, “Don’t flatter yourself. I came to deliver lunch to the lovely patient. Besides, I need to talk to Sam and since his office will be here for the next few days, I thought I would kill two birds with one stone.”

“Is she still asleep?” Sam asked.

“Yes,”
Conrad answered. “She probably needs to wake up anyway. It’s time for her meds.”

“Sam, why don’t you wake her up, while
Conrad and I get the food ready,” Lucas jumped in before Conrad could offer to go to Moira. As soon as Sam was out of hearing range, “Man, you are a goner. I would hate for Sam to kick your ass after your ‘Florence in Nightingale’ act.”

“Fuck! That noticeable?”

“Like an adolescent. And if Sam was not too worried about his sister, he would notice it too.”

By the time
Moira and Sam joined them, they had the trays of food in the middle of the dining room table and four plate-settings ready with silverware and glasses. Moira and Sam sat across from the two friends. Lucas poured her some water then proceeded to pour the rest some wine.

“You look better today. How are you feeling?” Lucas asked her.

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