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  “I love you too, Daddy,” she said and smiled.

  “Okay, you get some sleep. I’ll send Grandma over to read to you,” I told her and walked to her door.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she said again and I smiled.

  “Love you, Cici. I’ll see you in the morning,” I said and her face lit up once more.

  I went out of her room and saw that Nora had disappeared. Instead, I saw Mom coming up the stairs.

  “How is she?” she asked me.

  “She’s fine. You should read to her,” I told her and Mom nodded.

  “Where is Nora?” I asked.

  Chapter 23

  Nora

  I was about to leave the house when Felix appeared in the hallway.

  “Nora, wait!” he called out to me, just as my hand was on the doorknob.

  “Is she okay?” I asked, turning to him.

  Felix looked as handsome as ever, still in his jeans and shirt from the previous day. A late evening shadow stubbled his jaw darkly, and his green eyes glowed in the dim light of the hallway.

  “She’s doing better. Before you go, I just wanted to thank you,” he said and ran a hand through his dark, thick hair. I got a whiff of his cologne, which always made me weak in the knees. I gulped and nodded my head.

  “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn. I didn’t mean to be rude,” I replied, and Felix stepped closer to me.

  “We needed to hear it. Mom and I were out of line; we shouldn’t have been speaking that way in front of Cici,” he told me in a deep, quiet voice.

  “I shouldn’t have come tonight; I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said and made to turn from him, but he caught my wrist.

  “Nora…” he breathed my name softly, dropping his hand. “I’m glad you came,” he added and those words seemed to take my breath away. I stood still, frozen to the spot, as he took one long stride towards me and caught my face in his hands. I gasped when his lips met mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, and suddenly we were kissing ravenously.

  This wasn’t like the slow, gentle kiss from the day before; this was more hungry and wild. Our tongues slid over each other’s and I threw my arms around his neck. When he pulled his mouth away from me, we were both breathing hard.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night,” he whispered, peering into my eyes.

  “Me neither,” I replied breathlessly.

  He placed his hands on my waist, gripping me strongly, and instinctually, I knew what to do. I skipped up, wrapping my legs around him as my denim skirt rode up my thighs.

  He carried me like that, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist…like no man had ever carried me before. We were going through the kitchen, in the dark, till we were at the door of a room. Felix kicked it open with his foot and we tumbled in. He didn’t turn on the light in the room, but I could sense that it was a small spare room. It had one bed, a closet, and carpeted floors, but it seemed like it hadn’t been lived in for some time.

  He threw me on the bed, banging the door shut behind him with his foot.

  I gasped as my body bounced on the mattress. My heart was racing wildly in my chest. I had no experience in this; I didn’t know what the next step was. All I could do was sit on the bed, with my legs dangling off the edge, and stare at Felix approaching me.

  He bent down to kiss me again, his mouth roughly pressing against mine. Our breaths were mingled, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I was too scared even to touch him.

  Then his hands were on my shirt; he was unbuttoning it. Within moments, my shirt had come off and he threw it on the ground. My breasts were heaving, spilling out of my lace bra. Felix stepped back then, with his shoulders squared, to stare at me.

  Only one guy had seen my bare breasts before, in high school after prom, and I remembered that night being awkward; the guy’s hands were too cold. Now, Felix stared at me, at my body, and there was hunger in his eyes.

  “Take it off,” he commanded. I gulped, slowly moving to unhook my bra. When it fell off, my hands rose up to my breasts to cover them. I was shy, embarrassed by my nakedness. I didn’t know what he would think of me or my body. I had no doubts that Felix Stone could have any number of beautiful, experienced women he wanted. How did I rack up against them?

  I watched him as he undid his own shirt. There was a tightness in my chest; a warmth was spreading between my thighs. His shirt came off and I saw his chiseled, muscular torso. His skin was darker than mine, glistening like bronze in the darkness of the room. I was breathing hard, itching to touch him but too scared to do it.

  He was a beautiful specimen of a man, with bulging biceps and a wide chest. A light smattering of hair nested between his pecs and I wanted to weave my fingers through it.

  His eyes were fixed on me as he came towards me.

  “Let me see them, Nora,” he said in a deep voice and reached for my hands. Slowly, he pried my hands away from my breasts. My cheeks flushed immediately; I felt completely exposed and vulnerable. My nipples were swollen and hard, throbbing for his touch. Felix’s eyes swept down, from my face to my heaving breasts.

  He leaned over me, bringing his face closer and closer to my nipples. I moaned, even before his mouth grazed against them…and when it did, I felt like my whole body exploded. He opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out and gently rubbing against my right nipple. It was too much. I threw my head back with joy and relief and then he parted his lips wider.

  Felix was sucking on my nipple and his hand gripped my breast, squeezing and kneading it as he continued to lick and suck.

  I fell back on the bed and he spread himself over me, sucking and licking till I knew I was right on the edge of an orgasm. We hadn’t even started; he hadn’t even touched me there, between my legs and already…I felt like this was all I needed.

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  By the time Felix was done with my breasts, they were raw and throbbing, and I knew I had never felt like this before. He lifted himself up from me and his large, warm hands traveled down my body, till he was fiddling with the button on my skirt.

  I rolled my hips, arched my back towards him…I wanted more. This wasn’t enough anymore. I needed him to touch me there. He pulled down my skirt and then hooked his fingers on the straps of my panties.

  I reached for him, braver now. My body was on fire, I was desperate with my need for him, and I wasn’t thinking about what he thought of me anymore. I had completely abandoned all my inhibitions.

  He slipped my panties down my legs and used his hands to pin down my thighs. He was looking at my pussy now. I was completely exposed. I was wet and throbbing between my legs and Felix took a few moments to just stare at me.

  “Do you know how delicious you look right now?” he asked abruptly, meeting my eyes. My lips fell open, but no sound came out. I couldn’t say a word, all I could do was stare at him…at how hot he looked wedged between my legs like that.

  “I want to make you feel good, Nora,” he growled and lowered himself down to his knees on the carpet. I bunched the bedsheets up in my fists, pressing my eyes closed.

  I didn’t know whether to tell him…if he should know that I had never done this before. No man had seen me like this; nobody had done what he was about to do right now. But I remained silent; I didn't dare to tell him. I thought he would want me less if he knew I was completely inexperienced.

  I could feel Felix’s breath falling hotly on the wetness of my folds. His mouth was dangerously close to me, less than an inch away. He was still holding my thighs down with a firm grip, keeping my legs wide apart.

  Then I felt it, the soft graze of his tongue against the flesh of my folds, and I gasped. My hands rose up to my breasts, and I squeezed them. I was staring wildly up at the ceiling as, slowly, Felix ran his tongue up and down the slit of my pussy.

  I couldn’t contain it anymore; I moaned loudly and I felt his tongue part my folds. He was entering me. His tongue was slipping in. It was a strange, raw feeling, havi
ng his tongue in my pussy, slowly sliding in, and then he pulled it out and I sighed. But he wasn’t about to stop.

  His mouth moved on my pussy and I felt his finger on my swollen throbbing clit. Not only was he licking me, lapping up the juices that were trickling out of my pussy, but now he was rubbing the most sensitive, throbbing part of me. He knew just what to do, just where to touch me, and I felt like I was on the edge again.

  I struggled against that mounting feeling. I tried to fight it, to keep it down. But Felix’s mouth on my pussy was too much; he was making me explode. His fingers rubbed and stroked my clit while his tongue lapped at my folds deliciously. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed, rising as I felt the orgasm take over. I had never come, I did not know what this feeling was, just that I had no control over how my body was reacting. I had come close to coming before, but never like this. My toes curled and I reached for him, weaving my fingers into his hair, and I could feel my juices dribbling into his mouth.

  My mind went blank as I soared, then fell back on the bed again. I was breathing hard, panting…as finally, the orgasm began to subside. Felix moved, straightening himself up, and he stood over me at the edge of the bed, looking down at my body.

  I didn’t know what to say…was I supposed to thank him? It was my first orgasm…could he tell?

  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then bent down to pick up his shirt. There was a shift in the room, I could feel it. I didn’t know if this was the end or if anything more was supposed to happen.

  “You should leave now. I don’t want to confuse Cici. She shouldn’t see you,” he said as he started putting his shirt back on.

  I felt empty, startled and still recovering from the orgasm while he dressed. Then, I jumped up, grabbing my clothes off the floor.

  Felix turned around as I dressed, like he wanted to spare me my modesty…after what had just happened!

  I could feel tears brimming in my eyes as I hurriedly put my clothes on. He had gone from a soft, gentle, thoughtful lover to a cold-hearted monster within seconds. Katie was right; I should have stayed away from him…he was using me. Somehow, I didn’t know how, but I felt used.

  I said nothing to him, simply walked to the door.

  “Nora.” His voice stopped me in my tracks, but I didn’t turn to look at him. “This shouldn’t have happened. I take full responsibility for it,” he said. I clenched my jaw and walked out of the room.

  Upstairs, all the lights were switched off. Cici and Helen had clearly gone to bed, assuming I had left already. I rushed to the door. It was late and I would have to call a cab to take me home.

  I tried not to cry the whole way back. I suddenly realized that the big city didn’t suit me at all.

  Chapter 24

  Felix

  Mom had her bags packed the next morning. I was late for work again, and today, I just didn’t bother worrying about it. I had promised Cici I would spend more time with her, and I decided I was going to start now. Besides, I was uncomfortable at the thought of going to the hotel and bumping into Nora. I had seen the look of disappointment and frustration in her eyes the previous night. It couldn’t happen again.

  “You’re leaving?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. Mom was making coffee, and her bags were by the door.

  “Yes, I changed my flights. I have something I need to get back to,” she told me and poured me a mug of coffee as well.

  “Where is Cici?” I asked her as we sat down at the kitchen table together.

  “In her room, playing, I think. It’s a Saturday, remember? She doesn’t have school,” Mom told me, but she hadn’t said it with aggression this time.

  We were silent for a few moments, quietly drinking our coffee. I wanted to apologize for the harsh words I’d lashed at her the previous night, but apologizing was a tough thing for me to do and I couldn’t get the words out.

  “Felix, I thought about what you said last night…in fact, I haven’t stopped thinking about it these last few years. About Natalie,” Mom said. I looked up at her and gulped.

  “We don’t have to talk about this right now,” I said, but she shook her head.

  “You’re right. You shouldn’t have married her like that. Neither of you were really in it. It was a shame that things happened so fast, but I should have stayed out of it. You weren’t ready for marriage or fatherhood,” Mom continued, and I gripped the mug tightly in my hand.

  “It doesn’t matter, Mom. Natalie and I grew close; we had Cici…and whether I knew it at the time or not, she is the best thing that happened to me. And I’m glad I was there for Natalie in the end…I’m glad she had her daughter with her,” I said, and Mom reached a hand out to me.

  “Son, I’m sorry for what happened. Natalie was a nice girl, and she deserved better than the hand she was dealt…and I also know that you’re trying your best with Cici, that she means the world to you,” Mom said.

  I met her eyes and nodded.

  “I’m taking some time off work so that I can get more involved in Cici’s life. I was thinking we might go on a vacation together. I have a meeting in Hawaii, I thought I’d take Cici with me,” I said.

  Mom was smiling; her face was lit up.

  “That is a wonderful idea, Felix. Cici would love that! She mentioned that you said something about a vacation, but I didn’t think you actually meant it,” she exclaimed. I smiled at her.

  “No, we’re going. Tomorrow. I’ll speak to Cici’s school and make sure it’s all taken care of,” I said, and Mom squeezed my hand.

  “And what about Nora?” she asked and I looked up at her sharply.

  “Mom, you are the one who invited Nora last night, not me. What do you want me to say?” I said firmly, and she sighed.

  “Nothing, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be meddling. It’s just that Cici loves her so much, and Nora’s so good with her, and I’ve seen the way you look at her…anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’m just happy you’re going on a vacation together. It’ll be good for Cici.” Mom spoke quickly, without giving me the chance to absorb her words. What did she mean, she’d seen the way I looked at her? How did I look at Nora?

  Mom came around to me and kissed my cheek.

  “I better go say goodbye to my granddaughter. Don’t worry; I won’t tell her about Hawaii. I’ll let you give her the good news,” Mom said, and with that, she was gone from the kitchen, leaving me alone with the coffee.

  I sat thinking about what she had said. About Nora… Things were supposed to change once Mom was gone. I was going to ask Anne and the nanny to come back to the house, maybe take one of them on our trip to Hawaii so they could look after Cici.

  But it seemed like it was happening too quickly. How was I supposed to go back to “normal” now? How was I supposed to go into the office and treat Nora like every other employee at the hotel?

  Knowing that I had tasted her, that I’d felt her body tremble in my arms… Kissing her had felt explosive. I wanted her; I wanted more from her. After she came in my mouth, I ended the moment because I didn’t want to take the next step. Even though my cock was rock-hard in my pants, angry and bursting to thrust into her. Her pussy was sweet and juicy, and I could still taste her in my mouth.

  My cock moved in my pants as I sat there, thinking about the previous night. How beautiful she had looked lying on that bed, with her clothes strewn on the floor. How perfectly her breasts had fit in my hands, how she’d moaned when I sucked on her pebbled pink nipple.

  I was overcome with desire for her again. My cock throbbed, forcing my whole body to stiffen with lust. I should have taken her when I had the chance. I should have ripped off my clothes and thrust my cock into her when I could.

  What was I supposed to do now? She was off-limits to me. She had gone back to being just an employee. I was her boss, which meant that touching her was out of the question.

  “Fuck,” I growled under my breath.

  Chapter 25

 
Nora

  I was washing dishes in the kitchen at the hotel when Jackson came in. It was lunchtime, which meant that it was super busy. I had been working in the kitchens the past few days, but all I’d really done was peel potatoes and wash dishes. Pedro, the sous chef, was in charge of my training, and he told me that he would have me waitressing in a few weeks.

  According to Jackson’s training plan, I was supposed to work at the restaurant for two months, before I could move on to a different department. He still hadn’t decided where he was ultimately going to have me work. I could sense that he was just buying time, waiting for me to majorly slip up, so he had a reason to let me go.