Dangerous Kiss

by Michelle Love

  “Cosimo…” Her whisper was one of desire rather than fear now, and he felt her sex become wet for him. He took her other nipple into his mouth, making it as rock hard as the first and continued to stroke her, increasing the pressure until he heard her gasp, give a little cry and tense. Her cunt was soaking now, but Cosimo took his time, moving down her body, kissing her belly, rimming her deep navel with his tongue, feeling her writhe beneath him. He slid his forefinger deep into her cunt, curving it up to find the G-spot, as his lips trailed down her belly.

  He drew her panties down her legs gently and pushed her legs apart. He looked up at her. She was gazing at him, breathless. “Don’t be scared, my darling.”

  Cosimo kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs, slowly, tantalizingly, before taking her clit into his mouth. Biba was panting for air as she tensed and came again and again as he pleasured her. “God…yes…yes…please don’t stop, don’t ever stop…”

  Cosimo trailed his lips up her body to take her mouth again. “Biba…”

  “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her face damp with dewy sweat, “Please, Cosimo. Don’t wait.”

  Cosimo smiled and quickly took his jeans and underwear off. He sat back on his haunches as he rolled a condom down his huge, throbbing cock. He hitched her legs around his waist.

  He’d made her so wet that sliding gently into her was easy, and he was gratified that she smiled up at him. “We fit together,” she said, marveling at how well their bodies moved as one. Cosimo was glad that she seemed to be lost in their lovemaking, but not scared or distressed—rather, she clung to him out of animal desire only.

  “I love you, I love you,” she said, and her back arched up, and she cried out in ecstasy. Cosimo gathered her to him as he too peaked, groaning and calling out her name.

  They collapsed together, panting and damp with sweat, kissing. Cosimo brushed her damp hair away from her forehead. “Are you okay?”

  “More than okay, Cosimo, more than okay. Thank you, thank you…” She kissed him, her lips fierce against his. Cosimo cradled her in his arms.

  “Thank you for trusting me to do this with you.” He stroked her body. “How do you feel? Really?”

  “My body feels kind of like jelly,” Biba laughed, “like all my limbs are liquified…it’s a lovely feeling.”

  Cosimo grinned. “I feel it, too. Listen, excuse me for a moment. I have to go deal with…” He nodded down to his still half-erect cock. “They take all the romance out of lovemaking, these condoms.” He kissed her and slid off the bed to go deal with the condom.

  “Nothing could ruin the romance of this for me,” he heard her say and then laugh.

  “What?” He went back into the bedroom and saw her grinning at him.

  Biba giggled. “I said that and then my stomach gave the biggest rumble.”

  “Then let’s order some food. We have all night to do whatever we want.”

  Over a dinner of flame-grilled steaks and a fresh green salad, followed by a fresh fruit salad, he told her about his day with Nicco. “Biba, we would have never gotten this far without what you did for us yesterday. And you should know…you’ve enchanted not just DeLuca Senior. Nicco adores you.” Cosimo leaned over to kiss her. “He told me to ‘go for it’.”

  “He’s a very intelligent, very wise young man,” Biba said with a smile. “I’m glad you took his advice. So, you think it’s a beginning, or more?”

  “I’m going to go with ‘a beginning’. He’s not ready to accept it wasn’t his fault his Mom died, and he wasn’t there. But it’s a start—some building blocks in our relationship. I was despairing I’d lost him…until you.”

  Biba put down her fork and went into his arms, perching on his lap. “We’re good for each other, Cosimo DeLuca.”

  He gazed up at her with those magnetic green eyes, and Biba felt her belly quiver with desire. He was so beautiful…her lover. She could hardly believe it. Cosimo DeLuca was her lover…and he truly loved her. Not just lust, but actual grown-up proper love. She leaned her forehead against his. “Cosimo?”

  “Yes, my love?”

  She grinned. “Take me to bed and fuck me senseless all night.”

  And with a grin, he did just that.

  Soon. They were distracted: by the photos, by their director fucking Biba. Good. It would save anyone else from being hurt when he took Stella away from them. And he knew exactly when to do it. Stella would be his by this time next week, and all his planning would have been worth it.

  He could hardly wait.

  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

  “Jesus.” Biba felt sick, and Stella nodded.

  “He’s going to kill me. What else could he mean?”

  Biba wanted to reassure her, but she knew it wasn’t possible. The stalker’s meaning was clear. She looked up and saw a tear escape Stella’s eye. “I’m scared, Beebs.”

  Biba wrapped her arms around her boss and held her as she sobbed out all her fear. Stella was never this vulnerable in front of her, ever. She must be terrified, Biba thought. She leaned her cheek against Stella’s blonde head. “We’ll contact the FBI again, Stel. Cos won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

  Stella sniffed and sat up. She gave Biba a strange smile. “Cos, is it now?”

  Biba nodded. She held Stella’s gaze, and finally Stella nodded. “Oh. I see.”

  “I’m sorry, Stella. It just happened.”

  Stella shrugged. “Don’t apologize. You wanted him, you got him. All’s fair and all that.” She pulled at her bottom lip, in thought. “I’d been thinking anyway that I might just…take a break—from men, from relationships.”

  “You should. You have so much more to offer than just fucking randoms. You deserve more.” Biba flushed at her outburst—would it sound like she was just relieved Stella wouldn’t go after Cosimo?

  But Stella just nodded. “You’re right. Look, my eyes are disgustingly puffy now.”

  “Cold spoons and some cream, they’ll be fine. You’re not scheduled until this afternoon, anyway.”

  Stella was watching her. “I’m sorry about all the times I treated you badly, Biba. Like that message this morning. I was just in a bate.”

  Biba grinned. “I’m used to it.”

  Stella laughed a little. “I didn’t use to be like this, you know. Before, I was sweet.” She sighed. “But in this business, the things you see, the things you’re forced to do…it’s such a relief to be on this film set, you know? Working with a director of Cosimo’s talent, his kindness, his…protection. You must feel that.”

  “I do.”

  “I’m sorry again about Damon.”

  “Not your fault, Stel. Look, let’s have a chill out for a half hour, get you relaxed, and then we’ll tackle this,” she held up the iPhone, “together. We’ll call the FBI and get to the bottom of this.”

  Special Agent Luke Harris arrived just after lunch, and he gathered Cosimo, Lars, Channing, Rich and Gunter, Stella and Biba, and Reg into the manor’s large drawing room. Reggie nudged Biba. “Is Poirot going to tell us which one of us is a wrong ‘un?”

  Biba had to hide her snort of laughter as a cough.

  Luke Harris took the photos on Stella’s iPhone into evidence. “We’ll process these as soon as possible. We’ll need your fingerprints, Ms. May and Ms. Reckless for comparison.”

  “No problem.”

  Cosimo shifted irritably. “So, there’s been no progress on the case?”

  Luke Harris shook his head. “Whoever this is knows what he’s doing. Ms. Reckless, we need to have a long conversation about your personal life, I’m afraid.”

  Stella grimaced. “It’s all on Wikipedia. Can’t you look it up?”

  “I’m afraid not. And, I think you should know…Mr. Tracy’s got good lawyers. He got the attempted rape charge dropped.”

  “What?” Cosimo was outraged, as Biba went pale. “What the hell? Why weren’t we informed before?”

  Harris shook his head. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. Wherever Tracy fled to, he’s well-hidden.”

  “This could be him.” Cosimo shot a worried glance towards Biba. Harris nodded.

  “Believe me, we have him on our suspect list. The only thing that prevents me from making him our number one suspect is that his motive would likely be revenge, not obsession, and I would think he would target Ms. May, rather than Ms. Reckless. To shut her up, so to speak.”

  “Jesus,” Reggie hissed, his hand on Biba’s shoulder, and even Harris looked apologetic.

  “Sorry,” he said to Biba, “that came out wrong. But I stand by my argument. I don’t think this is him, which isn’t to say you shouldn’t be vigilant.”

  “This set is rapidly turning into a prison,” Lars murmured to Cosimo. Cosimo’s face was strained.

  “Look, Agent Harris, we need to communicate better. Rich and Gunter are leading a strong team now, but you’ve seen this place. The woods around the lake, the openness of the manor itself…an army couldn’t protect every inch. If someone gets in…I don’t even want to think about what could happen.”

  Everyone in the room felt a chill creep down their spine, and when Biba looked in Cosimo’s eyes, all she could see was fear.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Agent Harris left after a little while without making any real assurances. Lars, Cosimo, and Channing went into a huddle, and the others drifted away. Biba had her arm around a quiet Stella as they made their way back to set. “You alright?”

  Stella shook her head but didn’t say anything. She leaned against Biba, and Biba knew she needed comfort more than anything else. “Come on, Stel. We’ll go grab some hot chocolate and play some cards.”

  Stella shook her head. “I’m grateful, Biba, but I think I’d rather be alone for a while.”

  Biba watched her walk back to her trailer. Reggie massaged the back of his neck. “And here I thought this was going to be a relaxed, happy set.”

  Biba didn’t smile. There was no doubt that this whole stalker thing cast a gloom over everyone. Both Rich and Gunter’s demeanors, which were usually so fun-loving, were now quite cowed and defeated.

  A few days later, Reggie came to find her. “Pooks…I’ve got bad news.”

  “More?” Biba was tired and stressed out worrying for Stella.

  “My mom’s sick. I’m going to have to go up to see her on the weekend, instead of spending your birthday with you.”

  Biba hugged him. “That’s no problem, boo, you have to be with Mary. What’s up with her?”

  “A virus, I think. She went up to the cabin in the mountains to paint and caught a cold that she can’t shake.”

  “Oh, poor thing. Do you want me to come with you?”

  Biba had known Mary for years. Ever since Reggie and she had become friends, Mary had been a pseudo-mother to her—kind, comforting, and fun-loving like her son. Mary had always hoped that Reggie and Biba would get together, but somehow, they’d gone from new acquaintances to best friends without ever going through the ‘could we be more?’ stage.

  Reggie smiled at her. “No, it’s okay. But she might appreciate a call if you have time.”

  Biba was already pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing, “Mary Moo, you have the flu?”

  She put it on speaker, so Reggie could listen, too. Mary Quinn chuckled, her voice hoarse and croaky. “Biba, how lovely to hear from you, darling. Yes, I’m afraid so. Damn thing won’t shift. Reggie’s insisting on coming to see me.”

  “And so he should. Shall I come, too?”

  “Oh, no, dear. It’s your birthday, and I don’t want to risk infecting both of you. Besides, Reggie tells me you have a new man in your life.”

  Biba grinned, her body relaxing at the mention of Cosimo. “You would love him, Moo, truly.”

  “He’s a handsome chap. I Googled him when Reggie told me who he was working for… yes, a very pretty boy. Those eyes. Lucky girl.”

  “I am that,” Biba said. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can get for you?”

  “No, darling, Reggie’s been more than kind. Maybe next year, we can all spend your birthday together.”

  “I would love that. Feel better soon, Moo. Love you.”
r />   “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

  Biba ended the call and smiled at Reggie. “If I haven’t already said a million times, you are so lucky to have a mother like her.”

  “I think so, too.” Reggie chewed his lip. “I do worry about her being in the mountains. Cinnamon Lodge is fine in the summer, but at this time of year, it gets below freezing up there, and if she’s already sick…”

  “She has heating, right? And the place is like a palace.” Reggie and his mother weren’t exactly poor. Reggie’s father had made his fortune in textiles, and Reggie had never wanted for anything. Biba knew he worried about his mom being alone, but Mary Quinn was nothing if not independent.

  “Well, if she won’t let me visit, I’m at least going to send her a care package. You think you could bring it to her for me?”

  Reggie smiled at her. “You’re the sweetest, and of course.”

  Biba swung by that afternoon to go to a well-known Tacoma candy store. She spent a pleasurable hour choosing from the handmade chocolates, knowing Mary had a sweet tooth, then drove to the Tacoma Mall to find other little gifts for her de facto ‘Mom’.

  It wasn’t until she left one store with a comfortable woolen blanket for Mary that Biba realized she was being followed. It started with a sick feeling inside as she felt someone walking too close behind her. She darted into the nearest store and circled back on herself to see if she could spot who it was.

  No one. Was she being paranoid? Biba took a deep breath in and went out into the mall again. Ten minutes later, she got that same prickling up her spine and turned around. She was being paranoid. No one was paying any attention to her.