spreading my legs with
his. He held my chin in his hand and kissed me tenderly as he slid inside me.
His slow, deliberate movements were extraordinarily seductive. He continued
this erotic dance for several moments, moving in and out, adjusting my position
with each push to reach deeper, and deeper connecting with my sweet spot and
reaching for my soul. My body tensed, and legs stiffened. Before I exploded in
orgasm, he pulled out and slid down so his tongue could take over the dance. A
couple of licks with his taut tongue and my body writhed in pleasure.
“Ohh!”I
wailed, grabbing a pillow to muffle my cries. He tantalized me with his tongue
for a moment longer as he gazed up at me.
He
slid up next to me, gently rolling me on top of him. Guiding my hips, he
lowered me onto his hardness once again. His back arched spontaneously, pushing
his head into the pillows savoring the sensations as I took him deep inside me.
I braced myself, an arm on either side of him, my hair falling around my face
and over his. He gathered it and draped it over my shoulder. His expression was
intense as his climax thrashed through him. The tremor subsided, and he pulled
me in for a long, wet kiss.
I
nestled my face in his neck, holding him inside me.
“Bridget,
you have no idea how much joy you bring back into my life.”
“I
feel the same way. I haven’t been though tragedy the way you have, but it’s
been a while since there was anyone special in my life.”
“You’re
very special to me and I want you in my life,” Sergio said quietly.
I
instantly felt déjá vu recalling the night when Adam Comstock told me he wanted
me “in his life.” Sadness fell over me as I thought about Adam, even though I
was happy to know Sergio felt that way about me. Adam was never really in my
life . We had only been together a few frantic days, even though it felt as
if it had been a lifetime. As hard as it was, I had to let my past go and focus
on the here and now, focus on Sergio. He was kind and loving, and deserved all my
attention.
I
lifted my head and looked into his eyes. “I would like that.”
He
held me tightly, and we lingered in the embrace for a long while without a saying
word. I felt incredibly connected to him.
I
slept hard for several hours and slipped out of bed at 6 a.m. to go home,
shower, and change before I headed to the studio to tackle the most difficult diplomatic
assignment I had ever faced.
Chapter 6
Tuesday
morning, Dane and Valerie were in the studio to shoot a last-minute holiday
campaign for the local farmers’ market. Valerie was creating quick, low-cal
veggie snacks and fruit-based New Year’s cocktails. This is where Valerie shone.
When there was little glamour to a recipe like cucumber and carrot rounds with
pickled ginger and wasabi sauce, she made it look remarkably delicious.
Valerie
had her paintbrushes out, shining up the carrots with a touch of mineral oil
while Dane was setting up the camera. “Hey, Dane, do you have a few minutes?”
“Sure.
What’s up?”
“I
wanted to talk to you and Valerie.”
“Uh-oh.
We didn’t get it, did we?” Valerie said, putting down her brush to join Dane
and me at the counter.
“No,
the job is ours,” I said, without much fanfare.
“So
what’s the catch?” Valerie asked. “If it was all good news you’d be on top of
the world.”
“Well”
-- I looked at Dane and back to Valerie -- “they’d like to work with their own food
stylist on it since she’s familiar with the recipes, and have you work as her
assistant.” I held my breath, waiting for her reaction.
Dane
shook his head, staring at Valerie. “No, I’ll only do it if Valerie’s with me
as the lead.” He turned to me and asked, “Can’t we counter?”
“Adele
was adamant. It has to be this arrangement or nothing.” I cringed as Valerie
and Dane exchanged glances again. It was as if they were having a conversation
without speaking to each other.
After
a moment, Valerie