Nora Harrow had just recovered from a cold, her mind a bit dizzy, her eyes weakly shutting, and she soon fell asleep.
As she slept deeply, suddenly she felt something strange, as though something was brushing against her lips, softly stroking her. Also, a warm palm was caressing her body, and even undid her blouse along the waistline.
The lines of the palm scraped against her delicate, cool skin, it didn't feel like a dream, the touch was so distinct and vivid.
She suddenly awoke, opening her eyes to see Xavier Warren pressing down on her, looking at her with a wicked gaze.
Nora Harrow panicked inwardly, instinctively reaching out to push him away: "Xavier Warren, what are you doing?"
But her hand was caught by him, pinned above her head with one hand holding it down.
The front clasp of her bra was also unclasped, exposing her fullness, bouncing out and trembling in the air.
