Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (32 page)

“
Moira! Moira!”

Moira
turned to the voice and grinned at Jeff Myers. “Hi Jeff.” She walked out of the kitchen and joined him a few feet away from the people in line for ordering food.

“Hi stranger,” he said. “You disappeared. Where were you?”

Moira laughed. “I took a mini vacation.”

“One that even Sere and your brother didn’t know about?” he asked in disbelief.

“I had a few things I needed to think about. Without anyone bothering me. And besides they knew I was okay,” she added. “But I’m back now. How are you?’

“I’m okay. Glad to have you back,” he said. “Can we find a table to sit and talk?”

Moira shook her head. “Not today Jeff. I just got back. Rain check?”

“I’ll hold you to that. Maybe dinner where you won’t need to hurry back to work.”

They both didn’t see the walking dynamite that was barrelling towards them. The crowd in the cafeteria parted as he made his way towards the two friends reuniting. “Jeff,” he nodded, then turned to Moira. “Baby,” he said then slammed his lips against hers.

Moira
held the wolf whistles getting louder and louder then beat against Conrad’s chest.

“What’s going on
Moira?” Jeff asked with anger.

“Hands off. She’s taken,”
Conrad growled at him. He turned to the crowd that was still making noise. Conrad smiled at them and lifted his hand for silence. “I guess this is as good a time as any to introduce my girlfriend to you all. Most of you already know her as the pastry chef. Pastries and desserts are not the only things she’s good at,” he said with a huge grin.

Moira
was so mortified, and her face went even redder as the crowd roared with laughter and drum rolls on the tables. She turned and ran into the kitchen then to the office.

Before she
could slam the door shut, Conrad pushed his way inside. He pulled her to him and took her mouth in a harsh kiss. “Mine,” he roared.

Moira
undid his buckle and as she unzipped his pants she unlocked her lips from his and dropped to the floor. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked hard.

“Ah fuck!”
Conrad groaned.

Moira
pumped him fast and hard with one hand and teased his balls with the other. Her tongue flicked his mushroom head every few seconds. When he tensed Moira took him whole into her mouth and he errupted into her mouth. Then she cleaned him with her tongue and tucked him back into his pants. “You need to leave,” she told him.

“Baby, I want to be inside you right now.”

“Conrad, that little show in there wasn’t necessary. What were you thinking? I told you, me and Jeff can never be anything.”

“I’m not sorry about Jeff,” he said angrily. “He wants into your panties.” He cleared his throat, “The rest maybe…”

Moira laughed mockingly. “I seriously doubt you are sorry about that either.” She walked to the desk and took the chair behind the desk. “You need to leave.”

“
Moira…”

“Now
Conrad,” she told him. And when he still didn’t move, she said, “I know you want my pussy, but you’ll have to work for it. Just pray I don’t kill you first.”

Conrad
sighed and left the office. Well, that looked promising he told himself. He nodded to Jeff Myers as he walked out of the cafeteria. He was sitting with a group of his co-workers sullenly eating his lunch. Conrad’s mood lifted significantly. He whistled as he neared the table and opened the door leading out of the café.

Moira
left the office and packed a little box for her friend Janet. She gave it to Christi and asked her to deliver it and then gave her a sealed envelope. “Give the box to Janet, and then ask to see Conrad and hand him the envelope,” she told her. “Don’t leave without a response,” she added.

Christi smiled mischievously. “
Moira, I know it’s non of my business, but please I’m dying here. Just tell me he’s a good kisser? Please?”

Moira
laughed. She bit her lips then nodded.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said hugging her tightly. “I knew it and I’m glad it’s you who caught his roving eye. Ooops,” she said with her hand holding her mouth. “I meant gorgeous eyes.”

Moira tuned Christi around. “Go now,” she said. “No more roving eyes. He’s dead meat if he tries that with me,” she told the young girl.

Her eyes grew huge, then she swallowed and walked away.
She took the elevator to the top floor and found Janet on the phone. As she hung up, Christi walked closer and smiled at her. “Hi, Moira sent me with this box for you. And then she asked me to deliver this envelope,” she said waving it in her hands, “personally to Conrad. I mean Mr. King.”

“You can drop it off with me, I’ll see he gets it,” she said. “And thanks for the box,” she added as she opened it.

“Ummm, Janet. I’m afraid I can’t leave it with you. She said to personally hand it to him. Not that she doesn’t trust you or anything, but you know Moira…”

Janet laughed and told her to walk through. Christi knocked and opened the door. “Mr. King,” she said in awe.

“Conrad will do,” he said. “You’re Christi right?”

“Yes,” Christi said bobbing her head. “Here,” she said handing over the envelope. “You are supposed to read it and give me a response to take back,” she said.

Conrad smiled, wondering what Moira was up to now. “Take a seat,” he told her. “Do you know what’s inside?” he asked afraid to open Pandora’s box.

“No, sir,” she said shaking her head.

Conrad took a huge sigh and used his letter opener to cut along the length of the envelope. With slightly trembling fingers he pulled out the small piece of paper inside. He looked at the door behind where Moira sat, in Stu’s office. “What the…?” Then he laughed with appreciation.

Invoice no. 5301

How does one deliver pastries for two hundred dollars without an order? And who eats that much dessert? Conrad pulled his wallet out and dropped two hundred dollar bills and added a twenty with the invoice then took a fresh envelope and sealed. He gave the envelope to Christi who smiled and took it from him.

“Thank you,” she said
and walked out of Conrad’s office. She was wondering what it was all about. She was very curious and was wondering what her boss was up to. She grinned as she delivered the envelope back to Moira.

“Any problems?”
Moira asked her. She opened the envelope and chuckled at the extra twenty bucks.

“Not really. Once Janet realized I
couldn’t leave the envelope with her, it was easy.”

Moira
handed the bills to Christi. “The twenty is your tip. Apparently the CEO was happy with your delivery skills,” she said with a laugh. “As for the two hundred, have a receipt printed from the till for me. It’s for the pastries you delivered to Janet,” she explained.

Christi’s eyes almost popped out of t
heir sockets. “You charged him two hundred dollars for those pastries?”

Moira
smiled. “Plus special delivery fee,” she said. “Now go, while I prepare tomorrow’s menu.”

When Christi skipped out of the office,
Moira called Sere and told her she would be leaving shortly. Sere told her she was doing fine and was enjoying the day in the pool downstairs with some of the residents. “Okay, I’ll look for you there,” she said as she hung up.

She quickly checked her supplies and sent an order to Stu for things that were running low and new ingredients she wanted for some new items she wanted to try out. Three quarters of an how later, she was ready to leave.
Moira said goodbye to her team and left. With no wheels of her own, she was forced to ask for a ride. She walked up to the security desk and asked for Mitch. After some back and forth and a call to Conrad did he assign a driver to take her home. Moira rolled her eyes at the whole secret service treatment as she was walked to the car.

Moira
arrived at Conrad’s penthouse and went to change into her swim suit. She came back downstairs and went looking for Sere. She found her talking to some cute guy who was all over her.

“It’s not rebound. We are just talking,” Sere whispered into
Moira’s ear. “Peter, this is my best friend Moira. Moira, Peter,” Sere said in introductions.

Moira
shook Peter’s hand and liked his firm grip. “So, Peter, what are you doing here in the middle of the afternoon?” she asked.

Peter laughed. “I saw this beautiful girl walk by my boutique this morning, and simply
couldn’t resist.”

“Oh, you own a boutique here?” she asked in surprise.

“That I do. You should both come by. I’d love to fit you into some of my new collection dresses,” he told them.

“He has beautiful items,” Sere said smiling at Peter.

“Well, well, well,” Moira said to Sere as Peter bade them goodbye. “He’s hot.”

Sere laughed. “I know. Bad timing, unfortunately,” she said with regret.

Moira was in the shower an hour later when Conrad walked in to join her. He relieved her of the shampoo bottle and took over washing her hair. He didn’t bother with a washcloth, but soaped his hands and washed her body from top to bottom. He lingered around the breast and pubic areas. Moira screamed inside as Conrad grazed those areas but never really touched the way she wanted to be touched. Tired of his teasing she soaped her hands and returned the favor. She repeatedly flicked his nipples and he groaned in agony. She washed his pubic area, and bumped into his cock but never touched it.

Conrad
groaned and slipped two fingers into her. Moira whimpered and gripped his cock in one hand. Her hands couldn’t even touch each other at the tips. He was huge and his mushroom head was red and moist. Not with soap or water. He was slowly oozing cum. Moira soaped her hands and washed his cock, then rinsed it with running water. She spread the cum all over the head and Conrad reacted by dipping his fingers inside her. He leaned into her, “I want you now,” he said harshly and flicked her nub twice. Moira cried out as she climaxed.

Conrad
lifted her leg and placed it behind him and pushed past her entrance. “Ah, baby,” he groaned into her mouth. “I love you.” He lifted the other leg and pounded into her against the wall.

Moira
fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him back. She looked into his eyes with glowing eyes. “Conrad,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Conrad
trembled against her and started moving. Moira hung onto his neck, her lips and teeth playing with his earlobe and talking dirty into his ear. Conrad reared back and plunged deeper than before. They both groaned in ecstacy. Moira’s whispered yes excited Conrad and he repeated. After the third time, he moved at the speed of lightning and trully fucked her like never before. Moira climaxed and kissed him, biting his lip in the process, and Conrad joined her as he too climaxed loudly against her lips and pounded harder into her in his excitement.

“Oh, baby. I hope you are okay.”

“Hungry, but otherwise fine,” she replied disentangling her legs from behind him. “I’ve been wanting to jump your bones all day,” she said with a sigh.

Conrad
chuckled. “You can come to my office anytime you feel the need,” he said kissing her. “I love you Moira,” he told her and grazed his lips against her. “I’ll never tire of saying those words to you. Only you.”

When
Conrad allowed her to breath, Moira told him she loved him too.

He pulled out of her and rinsed them both then enfolded her in a fluffy towel.
“Steaks and salad okay for dinner?” he asked.

“If you can add carrots and corn, then yes,” she told him.

Conrad walked out of the bathroom, “I’ll go start dinner,” he said as he made the exit. He went to his closet and found something to wear. He found Lucas and Sere talking in the kitchen. He waved them to the chairs and started making dinner.