Never Again(72)
“Where’s Camilla?” I ask. My voice startles her so much she jumps, and almost drops the baking tin, before she puts it on the counter.
“Damn it, Jake. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.” I just grin at her, so she nudges my chest with her elbow. “I told her to take the day off. I wanted to surprise you.” I hug her from behind, and kiss her neck while she places a portion of lasagna on the plate. The table is beautifully set, the salad is prepared, and two candles are burning in the middle of the table.
“Mmm, wonderful,” I say.
“What, lasagna? It’s nothing special.”
“Babe, I was talking about you.” She turns to me and wraps her hands around my neck.
“You don’t have to sweet talk me to get the dessert,” she winks.
“Oh, really? I know for sure I’m getting that dessert and I’m looking forward to it the most.” I smack her butt before we sit down to eat. Afterwards, I offer to clean up. Just as I put the last plate into the dishwasher, I notice Ella standing in the doorway. My jaw drops to the floor when I take her in.
“Baby, I think it’s time for dessert.” She seductively licks her lips. She’s standing in front of me in a sexy black negligee and matching pair of panties. The sheer material leaves nothing to the imagination, as everything I want to touch is clearly visible. I’m by her side in a second, and slide my index finger across her bare shoulder to her stomach and stop at the edge of her panties.
“I’m such a lucky bastard. You’re so beautiful,” I kiss her, and simultaneously pull at the sexy ribbon, holding her negligee together. Her firm breasts spill free, and I push the straps off her shoulders, negligee falling to her feet.
“I love you, babe,” I say, in between kisses. “Every,” kiss on her nose, “part,” kiss on her left breast, “of,” kiss on her right breast, “your”, kiss on her stomach, “body.” I place the final kiss on the center of her panties, and I know she felt it in her core. Lifting her up by her butt, I carry her to the bedroom where I show her how much she means to me.
“The most delicious dessert in my life,” I tell her as we collapse in the bed a while later, panting and exhausted. Ella only smiles and presses her body to mine, sleep soon overtakes us.
Ella
I just landed in Italy. Jake insisted I should come with him, but I told him I was busy at work. In truth, I just said that so I could surprise him. Mike arranged a VIP ticket for me, so I’ll be able to watch the race with their team and Debbie. I’m traveling light, with only a small backpack. When you’re with Jake, you don’t need the clothes, anyway, I say to myself. There are many taxis waiting outside the airport, so I pick one, and give the driver the directions. I only have two hours until the race starts, and I’m on pins and needles. I wonder how Jake is going to react when he sees me. During the drive, I’m watching the scenery move past me. Italy is really beautiful. I’ve never been here before, but I’m sure it’s not the last time either.
As I arrive to my destination, I pay the taxi driver and I find myself at the entrance to the circuit. A huge crowd of people is standing in front of the entrance, talking among themselves; employees are running here and there. I look for Debbie. Mike told me where our meeting point is, so I head over there.
“Hey, Debbie,” I tap her shoulder. She’s wearing big headphones, and she takes them off and turns to me.
“Oh, you made it!” she smiles, and pulls me in for a hug. “Mike and Jake are already on the track.” She points to them. Warmth spreads over me as I watch Jake sitting confidently on his bike on the grid. One of the girls is holding an umbrella over his head, smiling at him. Jake is wearing dark glasses, his helmet between his legs. He looks focused solely on the track before him. Mike is in the second row, and he appears to be as focused as Jake. Everybody on their team seems so calm and collected. Debbie is beaming beside me. It almost looks like I’m the only one shaking like a leaf in the wind. Every time I see Jake on a bike, I’m scared to death.
“How can you be so calm?” I ask Debbie, and lean on the fence. Debbie smiles at me and shakes her head.
“Oh, believe me, I’m not. I’m probably more nervous than Mike.”
“You’re hiding it well,” I tell her. “Do you come to every race?” She nods.
“Besides being married to him, I’m also Mike’s manager. So we can combine business and pleasure,” she winks at me. “And I can keep his groupies at bay,” she laughs.