Page 32 of Dangerous Kiss
Chapter Thirteen
Biba drifted back into consciousness, feeling Cosimo’s lips trailing up her spine. She smiled and opened her eyes as he reached her lips. “Good morning, gorgeous. Oh, no fair, you brushed your teeth.”
Cosimo chuckled. “You taste heavenly.”
Biba rolled onto her back, and Cosimo immediately blew a raspberry on her stomach, making her giggle. “Silly boy.” She combed her fingers through his messy dark curls, not really believing she was here in his bed, wrapped in his arms. “Cos?”
“Yeah, baby.” He was kissing her breasts now, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.
“Is this really happening?”
Cosimo looked up, smiling. “It really is. It is happening. We are happening. I love you, Biba May.”
“As I love you, Cosimo DeLuca.” She hesitated. “Should we… keep this quiet?”
“Hmm.” Cosimo propped himself up on his elbow next to her. “I’ve been wondering the same thing. There’re pros and cons to both sides, but I think we could plow some middle path. Don’t announce it, but don’t deny it. I want to hold your hand whether I’m in public or private.”
“Stella’s going to be mad.”
“That’s her problem. If she gets nasty, remember, the studio pays your salary. You won’t be fired either way.”
“Thank you. It’s weird, but I don’t feel guilty about this. I fell in love with you; Stella just wanted you for a conquest.”
Cosimo made a face. “Yup, and if she’d done her homework, she’d know I don’t roll that way. I’ve never been a playboy regardless of what people might think. I’m not saying I was a saint.”
Biba grinned at him. “I should hope not. Have you seen you? What a waste if you were a monk.”
Cosimo laughed. “You’re very kind.” He brushed her lips with his. “You want some breakfast?”
“I want some Cosimo…”
They made love again, enjoying every sensation that flowed through their bodies, then once more in the shower, slipping and sliding in the cubicle, laughing so much they eventually ended up on the cool tile floor.
Dressing, Biba gave a rueful grin. “I should have thought ahead and brought fresh underwear. I’ll have to commando it back to my room.”
“Damn, woman.” Cosimo pointed to his cock which was getting hard at that thought, and Biba giggled.
“Then come over here, big boy.”
She finally made it back to her room to find a message from Stella on her phone. “Where the hell are you? It’s Monday, Biba. Time to work.”
Madam Snark.But Stella couldn’t ruin Biba’s happiness, and when Cosimo held her hand as they walked downstairs and out to the craft service trailer for breakfast, she didn’t care who saw them or what they thought. There was a twinge of guilt when she saw Rich check out their linked hands, but he winked and smiled, and her unease lifted.
To their credit, no one made a big deal of Cosimo and Biba’s obvious togetherness, and when they began work, they all switched back into their professional roles.
Biba went to find Stella. “Hey, Stel.”
She waited for the bitchfest to begin, but Stella was subdued. “You okay, Stella?”
Stella nodded, then shook her head. “No, not really.”
She looked so genuinely depressed that Biba sat down with her, taking her hand. “What is it?”
Stella handed her the iPhone she used for personal business only. “Look.”
Biba opened the text message.
My love, soon we will be together, and the whole world will just melt away. You and I will be at peace—I promise you, it won’t hurt for long, and then we’ll be together for eternity. I love you. I want you. This is our fate, our destiny. Don’t fight this, please. You have no idea what I’m capable of if anyone tries to get in our way. Yours, forever xxx
