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“You’ll be alright. Don’t worry.”
“Shouldn’t I worry? Alexei… he’s…” I clamped my mouth shut, looking down and shaking my head.
“Whatever he is or isn’t, I know that he cares for you.”
I looked up, staring intently at her. “How can you be sure?”
She smiled. “I can see it in his eyes.”
The washer’s cycle came to an end. I transferred the clothes to the drier before turning back to my grandmother. “Lita, I am so sorry I couldn’t save her.”
“We both loved her dearly, but we are not God, and we cannot save everyone.”
I leaned into her chest. “Lita,” I whispered in despair.
She petted my hair. “It’ll be alright. There, there.”
Her comfort made me feel better. I pulled back from her and went to collect the clothes from the dryer. “I have to get back.”
She kissed my forehead. “Sleep well.”
“You too, Lita.”
I walked back to the bedroom to find Alexei lounging on my bed covered only by his towel. His skin was so smooth and flawless, not tanned, but glowing ivory. I blinked at the length of him, legs hanging off my six-foot bed, ankles crossed. He was reading the book that had been on my bedside table. It was a steamy romance, and I blushed, feeling caught out. He looked up and smiled. “That was quick.”
“Yeah, I mean, it was only a few clothes.” I put his sweat suit down on the end of the bed, avoiding his eyes and crossed over to the bathroom. “I won’t be long.”
I closed the door behind me with a sigh and proceeded to take a shower.
CHAPTERFORTY
ALEXEI
Icould see that Nora was restless in spite of the bags under her eyes. I thought about maybe seducing her and tiring her out that way, but I didn’t want her to think I was only interested in sex. She lay next to me, staring up at the ceiling.
“Hey, do you want a massage?”
Her eyes moved from the ceiling to me, and she smiled. “That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to.”
I put aside the book I wasn’t really reading. “I don’t have to, but I want to. Come on, turn around.”
She stared at me and sighed, before slowly turning. She was dressed in a lovely confection of silk and lace. A spaghetti shirt and a pair of shorts. I pulled aside the bedclothes, taking a moment to admire her hour glass figure before I put a hand on her lower back. “Do you have any oil? Maybe lavender or sandalwood? Baby oil?”
She giggled. “Yeah actually, I do have some baby oil. Check in the cabinet in the bathroom.” I stood up and went to find it. I had decided to sleep in my boxers and that’s all I was wearing. I knew this could be a very bad idea, but I was willing to risk it. I grabbed the baby oil and went back to Nora.
She was lying on her stomach, and I straddled her, pouring some oil onto my hand and then slowly rubbing at her shoulders as I massaged gently. She began to make some moaning noises, and it was getting harder to control my own reactions. I kneaded her back industriously, ignoring my erection in the service of relaxing her.
I knew she could feel it too though. But she ignored it as much as I did.
I moved down, rubbing the small of her back before taking the twin peaks of her ass in my hands and kneading gently, lovingly, with maximum attention to detail. She sighed softly, shifting around. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who was aroused.
I ran my hands down her legs, tracing random patterns in her tanned skin. I rubbed and palpated, shaking her legs. I ran my fingers along her inner thigh, and she widened her legs to give me more access.
Finding her clit, I rubbed it gently, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned, and wriggled against the bed. My erection was almost painful, but I ignored it. I pushed my hand inside of her, fucking her with my finger.
I bent my thumb, pressing it hard against her clit and she arched up, backing her ass up. She was groaning aloud, but her moans were muffled, gyrating her hips, and pushing back against my fingers. She was dripping wet, and I wanted to shove my cock in her so badly.
But this wasn’t about me.
