Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (23 page)

When the show ended she tallied the results and laughed when it was a tie.
It was going to be interesting what kind of a cake they would choose. Moira thought she would make things interesting and have them agree on one cake. As the time the news came on, Moira prepared for bed. Despite her earlier nap, sleep came easily. Her only warning that Conrad had joined her, was his warm body behind her. When he snuggled behind her, she went back to sleep.

Since they started spending nights together,
Conrad became her alarm clock. He always woke her up wanting sex. It was always a slow process with him preparing her with his fingers for his cock. Moira floated between sleep and waking up until she felt him nudge into her. The man was insatiable, and by the look of things, that disease was spreading to her too.

“Morning,” she said when he had slipped through. It was a tight fit. Overwhelming.

“Morning,” he grunted. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” she replied.
Moira moaned as he palmed her breast and kneaded it until she felt the corresponding ache in her pussy.

“I’m going out of town today,” he told her.

She had found it funny that he discussed his day with her during their morning sex. But now was quite used to it and didn’t have the need to wonder where he was most of the times. She hadn’t thought that men volunteered their day planner like that. Or was he just trying to put her at ease.

“Where?” she asked.

“Just Tampa.” He grunted and pushed hard. “Will be back tonight.” He took the second breast and did the same. Moira linked her fingers with his as he kneaded her breast. “Will you miss me?”

“Always.”

“Good answer,” he told her. “Now lift your ass. Perfect.” He withdrew completely then pushed her chest flush against a pillow and thrust back in, then started moving slowly in and out, like a man with all the time in the world. He flicked her nub and Moira flew apart.

She turned and held her hands out.
Conrad went into her arms and they kissed slowly, and as the kiss progressed from slow to fast, so did Conrad enter her again and move fast until they were both panting.

Conrad
knelt in front of her. “Don’t move,” he said and lifted her legs to his shoulders. He palmed his cock then moved closer to her and pushed his mushroom head in. He retreated when she moved. “Don’t move,” he repeated. He played with her nerve endings until Moira was thrashing wildly and crying for him to fill her. He surged right in and her orgasm hit her hard. Conrad fucked her fast and hard through her orgasm. Only when he too climaxed did Moira finally find peace and lay limp in bed. Her legs felt like they belonged to someone else. Conrad massaged them until she felt blood flowing through again.

“So Tampa,” she said and they both laughed. Her alarm which they referred to as the secondary alarm rang.
Conrad reached out and shut it off, then grabbed her from the bed to the shower. He washed her and then she left him to finish with his shower.

Because she now knew what to look out for,
Moira saw a car leaving as soon as they each pulled out of the parking lot. She guessed that was either Mitch, Jim or one of the other protection guys. Apparently it was a team of six. Protecting both him and his dad.

π

“Let’s do something different,” Moira said to her team later that morning. “For the next several days I want each of you to think of a morning pastry and afternoon dessert you want to try out. You will each take a full week to make whatever you come up with, serve it everyday and if the response if positive we will incorporate it into our menu choices.”

Christi Sanchez jumped up and down with joy.

Moira laughed. “I see someone is already excited. How about you two guys?” When everyone was on board, they agreed to finalize on Friday.

Moira
and Sofia were now meeting every other day and since they were meeting today, she left early enough to make the meeting. They were becoming friends, although most of the stories were one sided. Sofia was not shy about talking about herself and her family escapades. With three younger brothers she was never short of stories to tell.

“How is my favorite niece doing?” Stu came in hoping to sweet
talk her into a taste of the mango cake they had just tried out that day.

“She is doing well, uncle Stu. But you still can’t have a taste just yet,” she told him.

“Ah! A pity. What are you waiting for?”

“Sofia need it to cool down then
she will put some icing on it. You can try some of the icing though,” she said.

“If that cake tastes as good as it looks, it’s worth while waiting for, so I’ll skip the icing and just wait for the finished product,” he told them.

“In that case, let’s go to your office. I need to talk some business with you,” she told him.

“Okay, just don’t be asking for a raise,” he told her.

Laughing she told him she was quite happy with her salary. Then asked him if he saw the check for the Valentine’s order she did. He did and told her that he had meant to talk to her about it on Friday, but she had left early.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it. Now I just need to let things simmer down a bit then I’ll hit them with Easter chocolates. Surely, nobody can resist marshmallow
covered chocolates,” she asked.

“I don’t know
Moira. It’s not like Easter is as popular as Valentine’s. Maybe you’ll need to wait until Christmas. Maybe Thanksgiving,” he said thinking of more holidays before that.

“Or Halloween. But I’m not giving up on Easter just yet. But in the meantime, I am being kept busy by the private orders people are making.
Of course those are billed at full price. And just last week, someone was asking me to make them a cake for their little boy’s birthday,” she told him in excitement.

“And how is that going?”

“She is still working on a theme, so depending on what she comes up with, we will see whether she will want a cake or opt for cupcakes. So it’s still up in the air right now.”

“I know I haven’t said this before, but I’m proud of what you have done so far. My brother would be proud of you,” Stu said thinking of how his brother, Clay used to teach her all the baking secrets. After Sam hadn’t shown any interest in the kitchen besides cooking enough to keep him satisfied, his dad, Clay had turned to
Moira and taken her under his wing. She had become his little protégé such that by the time she went to college and worked under some renowned chefs, she was already a mini pro.

“Thanks Stu. And I better get back, I think the cake has cooled enough,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then she was out of his office with a wave.

After Sofia had carefully decorated her mango cake they each took a slice. Moira took a few more slices then she left Sofia to give Stu his slice to taste.

She left a couple of slices for Sam, then she packed her overnight bag and left for
Conrad’s penthouse. He had given her back the keycard she had left at the Coincierge desk the other night. She waved as she took the elevator. The penthouse was silent. She had it all to herself for the next couple of hours. A text from Conrad had told her his meeting had run over.

She ate a solitary dinner of chicken pot pie and salad. She caught a few minutes of chat time with Sere.
Moira thought her friend didn’t sound her usual self, but didn’t press her.

π

He found her fast asleep on his sofa. This woman who had in a short time rocked his world and started meaning something he didn’t care to name just yet. Before she entered his life, he would have stayed the night in Tampa, but today he had been itching to come back and share his bed with her. When the meeting went over, he had been disappointed that they wouldn’t get to share the evening together. If it had been Friday, he would have just flown her to join him in Tampa. Which would have been perfect because they would then have spent the weekend there.

He warmed the chick
en pot pie she had made for him, found the salad in the fridge then grabbed a beer and went to sit in the sitting room. He ate and watched her sleep. He thought of how he had thought she would be a quick fuck, something to quench his thirst for a night or two. And yet here he was, still not quenched, but just the opposite. Still wanting more. He had almost lost his mind last week when he got home to find her gone and then the guy at the Coincierge desk tell him she had run out crying. He didn’t know how long this was going to last, but he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. He had always enjoyed the fast life, a different woman every few nights. None of them had ever had him coming for more. None of them had managed to ever see the inside of his home, and yet she had seen it even before they had fucked. And fuck they did, almost every night. sometimes several times a night. she never complained, and he tried to take it slow for her sometimes, yet she always begged him to go faster and while at times he resisted, other times he just lost the battle. Looking at her he felt a protective feeling wash over him. He wanted to keep the bad dreams and bad stuff away from her life. She was made to be cherished, and he would try to be that man, who did that for her.

Conrad
washed his food down with his beer then cleaned after himself. He took a shower then came to carry her to bed. She sighed then snuggled into his chest.

Chapter
Twenty Five

Moira
was glad she had managed to sway Conrad into agreeing to her Easter idea. It had taken some doing, but with his dad again coming to her rescue, things had gone according to plan. Today was Good Friday and they were following the same plan as they had taken with the Valentine’s day treats. Everyone was getting a bag filled with Easter chocolates. She knew of a shop that sold chocolates by the weight and had ordered from them a couple of weeks before. Now all they had to do was package everything into the cute little bags she had found.

Christi, Jeff and Vinny had all agreed to come in early today so they
could start early and hopefully finish early too. A win win situation for everyone involved. It was going to be a long weekend for Moira. She had taken the Monday off so she could just relax a bit.

It seemed like she was never home for the past several weekends. Two weeks ago they had met with Sere in Tampa and spent the weekend at The Tampa. They had done everything from ordering room service and eating in the various restaurants in the hotel. Lucas had okayed the hotel stay and it was exciting being two girls in a huge city alone. They had done a lot of touristy stuff too and just enjoyed each other.

With Conrad insisting they use his jet, they had travelled in style. The jet had taken Moira and gone to pick Sere up, then they both went to Tampa. She had put her foot down when he had told her he would send Mitch with them. It had taken a couple of days before he relented. She had won on the bodygurad issue and he had won on the mode of transportation. He had laughed when she had told him he was learning how to compromise. Always used to getting his own way, it had been a tough pill to swallow.

The weekend before
Conrad had taken her to Aspen. It had been cold and the snow had been beautiful but Moira refused to go skiing afraid she would fall and break her legs. They ended up spending the weekend couped up indoors. He had told her the house belonged to a friend. Apparently the friend was an avid skiier and came to the lodge a lot, but when he didn’t use it, he allowed his friends to use it. The only friend she knew was Lucas, so Moira didn’t ask.

They had made fires in both the living room and their bedroom. Lucas had made love to her constantly from the Friday night they had arrived till the Sunday afternoon they had left. He had been patient and slow, as if he were savouring a fine wine.
Moira felt like she was on a marathon of orgasms. They were short, and they were long, but most of all, they were out of this world. She hadn’t wanted to think further than the next day or week. But she was beginning to have a lot of feelings towards him, the sex aside. He had wormed his way into her and she didn’t think it would be easy to move on and forget about him.

That weekend, he had taken good care of her, cooked meals everyday for her, and refused to let her lift a finger.
Moira had felt spoiled – pampered – coddled. Now how was any man supposed to compete with that? The men or rather boys she had gone out with had always waited for her to cook. And once they found out she could cook, the dining out or take-outs stopped.

“You are positively glowing,” Sere had told her during their Tampa trip.
Moira had finally agreed when she finally took a good look in the mirror.

And finally Sere came clean with what was bothering her for the last few weeks. She thought George was cheating but just
couldn’t prove it. When she had asked him, he had denied it, then he became very attentive to her, but after about a week he started slipping again.

“Every relationship hits a hard patch, Sere,” she told her friend. “Maybe there is something going on at work he doesn’t want to bother you with, or doesn’t want you to know.”

“It’s possible. I did think about that, but something tells me it’s more,” she had said.

“Just don’t go assuming the worst and turn out to be like me when I assumed wrong when I heard that voice message that fateful Thrusday night. That day will always hound me and will forever be glad that
Conrad came after me, refusing to give up even after I ignored his calls and texts.”

“I know. That’s why I’m also not trying to play detective, because when you start looking for faults, you will find them,” Sere said and sighed. “But on the other hand, you also don’t want to be blind sided,” she added.

“I know things are okay in my world right now, but please don’t hesitate to come to me with your troubles,” Moira told her.

“Thanks,
Moira. I feel better just talking about it, but can we get back to enjoying Tampa?”

Moira
came back to the present when Jeff Myers called her name twice before it penetrated. “Must be some dream you were having there,” he said after she had blinked herself to the present world.

“Hi Jeff. I was just reminiscing about our trip to Tampa. I met up with Sere, and we had a blast,” she told him. “Oh, I wish you
could have been there, but then it was just a girls trip. Sorry.”

“I
couldn’t make it the same weekend when you went to Orlando, and then you scratched me out for Tampa,” he replied. “Who else went? Was it a couples thing?” he asked suspiciously.

“Just the two of us.”
Moira knew Jeff suspected she was having a relationship with Conrad. But he hadn’t been able to get her to confirm, and neither had he seen them together for weeks now. But he was still suspicious, Moira was sure.

When her phone kept pinging,
Moira had to excuse herself from Jeff. She knew it was Conrad. He was still jealous of Jeff and each time he saw them together he made his displeasure known. She had found out that he constantly watched her in the cafeteria, courtesy of the camera’s they had installed in the common areas around the building. She opened the message and sure enough it was him. So sophisticated and so immature at times.

Conrad
: Baby, if you don’t get rid of him in 5 mins, I’m coming down. And you won’t like what I’ll have to do.

Moira
: Keep your pants zipped. I know yours is bigger.

Conrad
: How would you know, you said you never fucked him. Or was that a lie?

Moira
: Not a lie. But I have gone swimming with him.

Conrad
: And you checked him out?

Moira
: I always check every guy out.

Conrad
: We’ll need to talk about that later tonight.

Moira
: Yeah, and we’ll also talk about how you check women’s boobs and asses.

Conrad
: It’s probably best if we forget about everything.

Moira
laughed and got back to work. They were done with delivering their Easter goodies by noon, and by 2pm lunch had been served. Soon after that Moira and her group left, leaving the cleanup crew behind.

It was getting warmer and warmer and
Moira couldn’t wait for Winter to finally break into Spring. The weather was perfect for a swim, so Moira took herself over to the pool and joined a group of others who had the same idea. She tied her hair into a ponytail and did about four lengthwise laps then she took the shorter width laps. She saw their neighbor coming to join her and they talked for a bit. A a few minutes later Moira left and went to get ready.

Conrad
had told her he wanted to take her out to dinner. He had told her it would be in a private dining room, so they wouldn’t get an audience. After that they were spending the night at his penthouse, then the rest of the weekend at her apartment. She had finally relented to keeping a small wardrobe at his place. And as they ended up spending more nights at his place, her clothes at his place had increased. A few more, and Moira would just move in. And with space left in her wardrobe, Conrad had moved in a few of his clothes. They were like a couple with two homes.

Mitch was picking her up. When he rang the bell, she opened the door and he came in, then told him she would be right out. Sam had already left. He was overseeing some things at the
club tonight, but not working the rest of the weekend. Moira was ready but she made Mitch wait. She knew it would drive Conrad crazy if she was late. And with the dress she had chosen, he would be out of his mind before the first course was served. She placed a light overcoat over her dress and left her bedroom.

They had become somewhat of friends over the last several weeks.
She gathered that they knew each other with Conrad before he even started working for him. They talked as he drove her to The Miami. It had become her favorite place to eat, especially since she didn’t have to pay a dime when she ate there.

Lucas took over when she arrived. He told her
Conrad had asked him to wait or her. She had grown very fond of Lucas. He was always making her laugh.

“You know, I don’t know what you did to my friend, but you have made him a better man.” He brushed away her embarrassment and continued. “He has been planning this dinner for a while now, something he’s never done before. And now you are late, causing him to become even more nervous than he was,” he told her.

He directed her to the elevators and pushed for the second floor.

“Sorry about that, but you know we ladies need to take our time to look good,” she said.

“No, you are not, sorry that is. But that’s okay, because I get to tease him. I had to banish him to the dining room because he was disrupting the guests at the bar.”

Moira
laughed picturing Conrad being sent away. “You don’t say.”

“
I left him pacing like a caged lion,” he said and laughed.

The elevator dinged and they got off.

“We’re here,” he said as they reached the door. He knocked then opened the door. And they did find Conrad still pacing like Lucas had said. His frown disappeared as soon as he saw her. “I’ll take your coat,” Lucas said and held out his hands.

Moira
took a deep breath then untied the sash in front and let Lucas remove it from her body. She kept her eyes locked on Conrad and she saw him freeze as the coat revealed her dress.

Lucas whistled. “I see why you were late. Enjoy your dinner,” he said and left.

Conrad slowly moved towards her. He did a 360 around her and came back to stand in front of her. He took both her hands in his and raised each to his lips. “You look amazing,” he finally said.

Moira
smiled. “Thank you,” she said. She knew she looked good. She had taken pains in making sure she looked more than good tonight. She wore a deep red knee length dress with a slight oval front opening that gave a peep of her breasts on the inner part, and a slit that went from just below the neck to her navel. And the back mimicked the front, except that the oval slit in the back was wide ranging from shoulder to shoulder.

As he guided her to the solo table in the room, someone knocked and when
Conrad told them to enter, she saw their server come in with a bottle in his hands. He sat her down, then went to take his seat opposite her. Their server now walked to the table and poured some wine for Conrad to taste. At Conrad’s nod, he poured in each glass then left.

“I’ve taken the liberty to order for both of us. I hope you don’t mind,” he said to her.

“That’s fine,” she told him and took a sip from her glass. It had a nice rich flavor.

Conrad
’s gaze never wavered from her. He alternated between looking into her eyes, and watching the dress shift everytime she moved. He didn’t say much during the whole dinner. Moira didn’t try to engage him either. She was enjoying his attention. It made her feel sexy and powerful. She knew this was foreplay and that meant the sex tonight would be explosive. They were both humming with the tension.

When her nipples tightened she knew they showed through the dress and his hiss was indication enough to tell her that he had noticed. For the umpteenth time, she saw him surreptitiously arranging his package in his pants.

Needless to say, they never made it to dessert. “You need to leave now. Mitch is waiting out front,” he told her. “I’m right behind you,” he told her.

Their server brought her coat and
Moira took the elevator to the first floor. She found Mitch holding the door open for her. And then a few minutes later, Conrad slid in. He pulled her to his chest and they drove silently to his penthouse. He rushed her into the elevator and stood tense beside her. As soon as they entered the penthouse, he unleashed the tiger and nailed her to the closest wall. As he kissed her, he untied her coat sash and dropped the coat to the floor. He pushed the front opening to the side until it revealed one breast and he took it whole in his mouth.

“Ah!”
Moira cried out and creamed in her thong. A second later the thong was torn from her body and his fingers found her warm and wet pussy. He moved the opening to the other side and took the other breast, whole into his mouth and sucked. She cried again and creamed again, this time into his fingers. She reached down and when her fingers were all thumbs, he took over and unzipped himself, then he turned her to face the wall and thrust into her. All that foreplay had finally paidoff Moira thought as she came on that thrust. He undid the little button behind her neck, that was holding the dress up. It fell to her waist and Conrad cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples with the thumb and forefinger.