An Uncertain Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) (4 page)

His
fingers skimmed their way down my belly and through my slick folds. His eyes
widened and his breath quickened when he discovered how ready I was for him. He
thrust his fingers inside me. “Oh, Sergio, I can’t believe how much you excite
me!” I moaned, my whole body trembling at his touch.

“I
love that you are so wet for me,” he breathed.

He
parted my soft flesh, unearthing my swollen clit. His gentle rubbing and
fondling sent an uncontrollable orgasm rifling through me. My guttural groan
escaped into his passionate kisses. I was astounded by how quickly he had taken
me over the edge. His appetite for me was spurred on by my wild abandon. I needed
to feel him inside me and worked to guide him there, but he made me wait. “We
have all evening, my sweet Bridget. It thrills me that you’re so aroused. Let
me enjoy every beautiful inch of you slowly.”

Reaching
in the drawer of the bedside table, he retrieved a foil packet and sheathed
himself. He rolled on top of me, propped up on one elbow so we were eye to eye.
His eyes were full of desire as he slowly pushed inside me.

“Oh,
Bridget…” he murmured, closing his eyes, and savoring the sensations. His
movements were slow, deliberate, and very sensual, each push reaching a little
deeper. Waves of pleasure pushed through me with each thrust. His breathing
quickened. I thought he was coming but he pulled out and slid down, cupping my
breast and sucking my nipple. The teasing bite sent another shock wave to my
core.

“You
feel so good; it’s hard to find restraint. I want to savor you all night,” he breathed.
We made love for two more magical hours. It was glorious and exhausting. We
finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, totally sated.

**

I
awoke as the sun crept into the room with the early morning light. Sergio
looked incredibly sexy as he slept, his hair disheveled. The thought quickly
flashed through my mind:
Am I making a mistake getting involved with him?
I’d been drawn into his world and his psyche quickly. He was a breath of fresh
air that I sorely needed, but could we work together and be lovers at the same
time?

Sergio
stirred, trying to shake off sleep. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Good
morning,” I murmured as he stretched.

He
turned to me with his warm smile and pulled me under him as he kissed me. “Good
morning, my sweet Bridget,” he said in his seductive Latin voice. He grazed my breasts
with his provocative touch, and I was instantly swept back into his emotional
grasp.

“You’re
amazing,” I whispered into his ear. He gently rolled over so I was on top of
him. Our eyes met, and any doubt I had felt about being with him completely
fell away. We kissed, our hands fondling and tantalizing each other with each
passing moment. My arousal burgeoned. I pulled a condom from his bedside
drawer, and unrolled it over his impressive length with great anticipation as
he watched. I maneuvered so he could easily slide inside me. His eyes lit up,
and he held my hips as I moved in a rhythm on top of him. He hands skated up my
torso and rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending all the titillating
sensations to converge in my core. An orgasm exploded through me. I arched at
the moment of ecstasy, then fell over on his chest.

“Oh,
Sergio! I can’t believe the way you make me feel,” I was breathless.

“I
love pleasing you,” he hissed with urgency as he rolled on top of me. He held
my ass and thrust a few more times before he came hard. “Ohh…” he moaned
deeply. He lay motionless for a moment, breathing heavily. “It’s so wonderful
to feel alive again,” he rumbled, close to my ear. “I’m so happy you’re here,
Bridget.”

I
tilted his chin up, and held his face close to mine. “Me, too,” I said, and
kissed him.

Sergio
handed me his robe, and he threw on some sweats. He sauntered into the kitchen
to make breakfast, composing a traditional chilaquiles - his version of comfort
food. I felt completely at home with him.

“Oh,
my God, Sergio, this is heavenly!” I swooned over his creation.

“My
sweet Bridget, not half as delicious as you,” he purred and kissed me on the nose.

“A
girl could really get used to this,” I teased him.

“I
hope you’ll let me continue to pamper you. Nothing would please me more.” His smile
was warm and relaxed.

After
breakfast, Sergio led me into his meticulously appointed bathroom with a shower
that was the size of the entire bathroom in my little house. We luxuriated in
the steamy, hot water as Sergio worked the almond-oil soap into voluminous suds.
He washed every inch of me, caressing my curves with the foam. His arousal was returning.
My heartbeat quickened responding to his touch. I scooped up some of the lather
and pulled him into a hug to wash his back and feel his strong chest against
mine. I slid my hands down and squeezed his ass, pressing his hardness against
me. I took control, gliding my fingers up and down his thick shaft as he braced
himself, and moaned in ecstasy. It was extraordinarily satisfying to give him
this much pleasure.

After
we dressed, Sergio lit a fire in the living room. We sat down on the couch to
snuggle. He swaddled me in a throw as he wrapped his arms around me. His phone
rang, breaking the calm. “Hi, Adele,” Sergio said with little emotion. “Things
are going fine. I got the proposal from Pratt Photography on Friday, and I
think that’s the way we should go.”

He
paused as she spoke.

“Well,
you can look at it when you get back, but I’ve made my decision. He’s the one I
want to work with.”

He
paused again, appearing agitated.

“She
had nothing to do with my decision. Dane’s an incredibly talented photographer,
and I think he’s the right person for this book.”

I
could tell Adele was being argumentative. “You can review it, but I’ve made up
my mind,” he said, raising his voice.

She
was speaking again.

“Okay,
I’ll see you Tuesday.” He hung up, obviously frustrated.

“What’s
wrong?” I asked.

“Oh,
Adele is questioning my judgment. She knows I’m attracted to you, and she wants
to be sure I’m not thinking with my dick but making the right decision for the
book. I haven’t told you, but we looked at a couple of other photographers before
Dane. One of them was
completely
wrong, but the other one was a
photographer friend of my brother who’s pretty good. Adele also liked him very
much. She just thinks we should look at the other photographer again before we
make a decision.”

The
notion that Sergio might give the job to Dane because of his attraction to me
was very flattering but I wanted to be sure he felt Dane was right. I certainly
did. “Sergio, I don’t want to do anything to compromise this project. I truly
believe Dane is the best person to get it done for you, and if I need to step
back so you can work with him directly, please tell me. I just want you to be
happy. And if you feel this other guy is right, you should consider that, too.”

“No,
quite the contrary,” Sergio said. “After your presentation the other day, I
feel that you and Dane understand the true nature of this book. I’m relying on
your
sensibility for both Dane and me to get it done right. Adele will
certainly have her opinions, but I would prefer to work with you and Dane
directly on this.”

“I
appreciate your confidence in me. I promise it’ll be everything you want it to
be.”

“I
know,” Sergio said quietly.

We
kissed, and I fell back in his arms, comfortably snuggled in front of the fire.
It felt so right.

When
I arrived at the studio Monday morning, Dane was already there. His excitement
for the project had exploded over the weekend.

“Bridget,
this is going to be phenomenal,” Dane said. “I can’t thank you enough for
helping me sell it. I knew I was right for it when they were here, but I really
think your input on the proposal and the photos made all the difference.”

“Oh,
Dane, you’re perfect for it. You and Valerie will knock it out of the park.”

“I
hope Adele feels that way when she gets back.”

“Sergio
has already made the decision, regardless of what Adele has to say.”

“Oh?
What gave you that idea?” he questioned.

I
could feel my face flush. “Well, he told me he’s thrilled to be working with us
on it. It’ll just be a formality for Adele to review it.”

Dane
stared at me. “What’s up?”

“Nothing!
Sergio really respects your work, and nothing’s going to keep him from working
with you,” I said, trying not to reveal my emotions.

“Uh-huh,”
Dane responded skeptically. “Did you use any
physical force
to sway him?”
he asked, teasing me.

“Not
exactly,” I said, avoiding the question as best I could, but I figured I’d
better at least tell him that Sergio and I had seen each other again. “He was
sold after the presentation on Friday, but I had dinner with him Saturday
night.”

Dane
raised an eyebrow. “Really. And how did that go?” he asked, somewhat
facetiously.

“Quite
well, actually,” I said, smiling, not offering any other details.

“Uh-huh,”
Dane said, not asking for details, either.

Valerie
pranced into the studio with equal excitement. When she joined us, she realized
we were in the middle of a discussion.

“What’s
going on?” she asked.

“Nothing!”
I insisted.

“Bridget
just used all of her persuasive powers to land this job for us,” Dane said,
looking at me as he offered the explanation to Valerie.

“What’s
up with that, Bridget?” Valerie asked. “Have you been
fraternizing
with
Sergio to get this job?”

“No!
I mean, sort of, I guess. He was sold on it when I left him on Friday, but we
had dinner Saturday, and that’s when he told me it was a done deal.”

“You
had dinner with him Saturday!? Where?” Valerie was incredulous.

“Buena
Comida. He invited me to join him after his dinner shift.”

“Really!?
Well, I guess you’re now in the inner circle.” Her retort was sarcastic. It was
none of their business how dinner had evolved, but I was glad to have it out in
the open that I had seen Sergio Saturday. I didn’t think that was what sealed
the deal exactly, but it felt good to know that I had been an integral part of
the process of securing the job for Dane.

**

Sergio’s
restaurants were closed on Mondays, so he had the evening to himself. He invited
me to join him at his flat for dinner at seven. He greeted me with a passionate
kiss and escorted me to the kitchen. Candles filled the room, the flickering
light bouncing off all the shiny surfaces. Sergio had prepared a pitcher of
margaritas and some small appetizers. He poured each of us a drink and joined
me at the bar.

“Something
smells amazing. What are you making?” I asked.

“We
tasted the new dishes that will be on the menu after New Year’s this afternoon.
There are some outstanding new flavors I’m anxious for you to try. I really
liked the spicy flounder and thought you might enjoy that this evening.”

“Ooh,
that sounds yummy. Seems like you had a busy day.”

“It
was busy but productive. Oh, and…um, Adele got back this afternoon,” he said tentatively.

“Oh?
I didn’t think she was due back until tomorrow. Is everything okay?”

“Mostly.
We took time to review Dane’s proposal this afternoon, and she had some
recommendations about the photography.”

“Really?
Have you decided to work with someone else?” I asked, sitting up in my chair,
bracing for bad news.

“No,
no, Bridget. Not at all,” he said, leaning over to kiss me. My relief must have
shown in my body language. He hugged me to allay my fears, and then explained, “I
went through the presentation with her and she had to admit it was impressive,
even though I could tell she was trying to find fault with it. She took it to
her office to review it on her own, and a couple of hours later, she came back
to talk about it. She believes Dane’s the right choice for the photography, but
she feels strongly that we should bring Nicole Terry in to do the food styling.
Nicole’s been working with us for a while and knows the recipes. I told her that’s
exactly why Nicole
shouldn’t
do the food styling. First of all, Dane
should have the person he knows and is comfortable with. Second, Valerie could
shake things up a bit, rather than ending up with more of the usual we get from
Nicole. We all know Valerie’s talented and can handle it. Adele stood her
ground, though. Nicole needs to be the lead stylist. She conceded that Valerie
can assist, but she feels it is our project and we should call the shots on this.
I had to acquiesce, Bridget. I’m so sorry.”

I
was shocked. Based on my experience, photographers always had their choice of
who they worked with as their crew, particularly when it came to food styling. I
wasn’t sure how Dane would feel about it, and I
knew
Valerie wouldn’t be
happy. “Sergio, is this the only way? What if Dane insists on working with Valerie
or he won’t do the job?”

“Bridget,
I need Adele. She helped pull me out of a very dark time in my life, and if
this is the only way she will accept working with Dane, I have to honor it. I
would prefer Dane have the people around him he trusts, too, but at least she agreed
that Valerie can assist Nicole.”

“You’re
assuming Valerie
will
assist under these conditions. I know her pretty
well, and it will take a small miracle for her to agree to that arrangement.”

Sergio came up behind me
and kissed my neck. He swung my chair around so we were eye to eye. “Please, Bridget,
can you help me make this work? I really want you to manage the project and
Dane to shoot it, and if working with Nicole will somehow make Adele more
comfortable, I need to make that happen.” There was desperation in his eyes.
Adele had Sergio in an emotional stranglehold. It made me angry that she had
this much control over the situation. But it was obviously important to Sergio
to keep her happy.

“Let
me see what I can do tomorrow. No telling how they’ll respond. But for tonight,
we should let it go.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a deep
wanton kiss.

“Thank
you, Bridget. You’re my hero,” he said playfully.

“Don’t
give me credit just yet. It’ll be a serious coup to get Dane and Valerie to
agree to this. I’ll do everything I can to make it work for everyone.” I didn’t
complete the sentence, but I was thinking,
And it won’t be easy.

Sergio
threw together a green salad with lime vinaigrette to go with the spicy flounder.
The depth of flavors in the whole meal was astounding. The thoughtful detail in
everything
Sergio touched was incredible. He had such passion, so much
energy. It was contagious.

After
dinner, we took our wine into the living room to relax. As Sergio was about to
sit down, he pulled a colorful box tied with a bow from behind the couch, and
handed it to me. “What’s this?” I asked, unable to contain a grin.

“I
got these for you today,” he said. “I want you to be comfortable when you’re
here.”

Delicate
tissue paper enveloped a silk robe, cashmere wrap, and soft slippers. “Oh,
Sergio, you’re very thoughtful. They’re beautiful!”

“
You’re
beautiful. I love making you smile,” he said, beaming back at me. He held out
his hand to escort me to the bedroom. “Why don’t you try them on, see if they
suit you? I will gladly exchange them for something else you might prefer.”

He
lay on the bed, watching me undress. His seductive eyes held me in a steady
gaze as they twinkled in the firelight. I couldn’t resist doing a strip tease
for my audience of one. My breasts began to swell and my nipples tighten from the
excitement of performing my impromptu burlesque. I could feel my whole body begin
to flush. Before I could wrap myself in the soft silk, he slid to the edge of
the bed and pulled me into him. He gently lowered me to the bed as he braced
himself over me.

“You’re
exquisite, Bridget,” he said, kissing me gently, moving down my neck and across
my shoulders as his fingers fondled my tight nipples. My heartbeat quickened,
my entire body shivered from his electric touch. He straddled my legs as his
tongue taunted my nipples. My wetness and heat intensified with every stroke.
His passion and excitement were building, too. He covered me with the comforter
while he shed clothes. His silhouette was striking framed against the
firelight. He sheathed himself, and slid under the comforter, wrapping his arm
around my waist, and drawing me close. His magnificent erection pushed against
me as he slid his hand farther down my back between my legs. His breathing
quickened as he reveled in my readiness for him.

“Oh,
Bridget!” he exclaimed as he rolled over on top of me, 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.