Our Spot

Chapter 3

The topas came just as Sara was finishing her martini.

“What took you so long?” She wiped the red lips from his cheek.

He closed his eyes as she touched his face. Without knowing that he had done it, he kissed her hand. Sara watched his lips touch her wrist. Sara wondered if this was part of the play acting. A soft strong voice shattered the moment. Sara turned to find a woman smiling pleasantly at them.

“Good evening. I am your hostess, Rachel. I am here to answer any questions you might have and to make recommendations based on your personal preferences.

The waitress brought Sara another Martini. Gil pulled out a chair for the buxom red head who was conservatively attired in a an expensive black suit. She carried a small portfolio in one hand. She removed a pair of fashionable glasses from the case in the portfolio. The glasses and the suit conspired together to make her look like a corporate executive who was struggling to reign in her over sexuality.

She flipped open the portfolio and went to the middle section of the book. “These are our more traditional evenings.”

Sara was surprised to see Gil had put on his on glasses and was studying the pages carefully. He pulled the book towards him ran finger down one of the columns.

“Can these two from the Cleopatra package be combined with the last three from the Monrovian package?”

She gave simple nod. Sara watched as her dark red lips moved. It all seemed a bit surreal to her. “Of course but you may want to look at the a la carte on the back of page 1.2”

Gil turned the page over just as his phone vibrated at his hip.

He pushed the sheet towards Sara. “I better get this. It may be my brother James. I’ll be back in a few minutes, dear.”

Sara read the menu with fascination. Rachel’s voice was low and strong. “I see he brought you this time.”

Sara blinked in confusion. “This time?”

“Your husband has been in a few times, two I think. He browsed through the menu, went to the shop, had a couple of drinks. I asked him about his wife. You can always tell the married men a mile away even when they don’t have rings and he said that you might not like it here. I told him that she wouldn’t have married you if she didn’t like it here.”

The woman’s eyes were clear and bright as she continued to talk. She saw Sara’s distress filling her dark brown eyes. She tried to put the woman at ease. “I see I might have talked out of turn. He barely looked at anyone else. Most clients at least glance at the dancers but he seemed only interested in them as works of art. He loves you very much you know.”

Sara did not know what to say. Grissom had been to this place and these people believed that he had a wife.

Gil breath blew softly in Sara’s ear making her jump a little. His lips were just grazed our lobe. “Did you pick something out for us, honey?”

They were shown to dark room with a sumptuous bed and furnishing. “When the door closed behind them Sara spoke evenly. “How long do we have to stay here?”

“Just a few hours, Greta had to change her schedule so she won’t be in for another few hours.”

A knock came to the door. A handsome onyx colored man handed Grissom a wrapped in tissue paper. He spoke with a thick French accent. “Rosalyn thought you might need this since you are staying the night with us.”

Gil pulled a bill from his wallet and pressed it into the man’s nearly white palm. “Thank you. Also could you brink us a bottle of the red wine, the t-bone cooked medium well with the steamed vegetables, my wife doesn’t eat meat what do you suggest?” The man had produced a palm pilot from the front pocket of his heavily starched dark shirt and was now tapping on the screen as Grissom spoke.

“We have an excellent curry dish that is one of our favorites. Did you have a wine in mind or would you like me to select something.” He paused as he read the screen. “The chef also says that the Tiffany salad has some interesting vegetables that he picked up from the farmer’s market this morning. Which would she prefer?”

“The curry dish sounds more to her liking. She needs something hot and a little more substantial. She hasn’t been eating much lately. Please choose whatever wine compliments her dish. After our dinner arrives please don’t disturb us.”

“Any dessert, sir?”

“My wife likes chocolate.” He turned to Sara. She blushed at his words. “Before she met me, she thought it was better than sex.”

The deep voice continued without pausing.

“The torte with raspberry sauce is excellent.”

“Bring us one torte and one the fresh fruit and cream.”

Sara watched in amazement. She had never had any man order food for her. She had never known a man that knew so much about her. She found it oddly liberating. She had always wondered what it was about Gil Grissom. Maybe he made her feel safe.

“Anything else sir?”

“That should do it and your name is?”

“Bernard.”

Grissom produced another bill and whispered something to the taller man.

The man tipped his bald head to Sara who was sitting near the door. “Your food will arrive shortly and then you won’t be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”

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Sara speared a strawberry from Gills dessert dish. He watched from her under from under lazy lids. “You must have been starving.”

She nodded as she sat back. “I was.”

“He nodded towards the bed.”

“You should get some rest. I had no idea this was going to take so long.”

She looked at the monstrous bed. The soft pillows looked inviting. “What are you going to do?”

I looked at the bookshelves at one end of the room. “I’ll grab something to read. If I get tired, the couch looks comfortable.”
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When she woke Sara had almost forgotten where she was until she saw Gil dozing with a book in his lap. She stretched. It felt good to eat well and sleep peacefully. She wished she did this more often.

Her eye caught something red. It was the wrapped package Bernard had brought. She had been so exhausted that she’d forgotten about it. What had Grissom bought and why did he need it tonight as opposed to later?

She walked to where the package was. Her bare feet made no sound as she glided across the smooth carpet. She touched the paper with her fingertips. It gave in some places and was hard in others. There was definitely some clothing, maybe something leather. Who had Grissom bought it for?

His voice should have scared but she found it oddly calming. “Open it if you want.”

She turned to where he was sitting in the chair. The book was gone and he completely awake.

“Who’s it for?”

“You if you want it?”

“Is it for me or not?”

He didn’t speak. She picked up the package and went to where he sat. She knelt on the floor beside his feet and she opened it slowly and carefully. She wanted to savor every moment. He watched her long fingers pull away layers. She took out each time and lined it up carefully along the flat paper. He watched her reaction as she revealed something new.

The clothing made her smile, the hard object clouded her face for a moment and the oils garnered him an impish glance

“Gil did you buy this for me or did you buy it for someone else?”

His eyes were half closed with the headiness of it all. He didn’t care anymore. His resolve had slipped away layer by layer bit by bit. The room was the last straw. He had known it as soon as they entered.

His hand touched her elegant neck. She kissed his wrist similar to what he had done hours before.

“What do you think?”

“I think I want you to tell me.”

“If I tell you there’s no going back. I am not a man to be trifled with Sara, not by you.”

She was standing now, hovering near him. His eyes were at her waist. He put his hands around her mid section. They were so large that his fingers nearly touched. “I bought it all for you, Sara.”

She smiled at him triumphantly, hair falling in her eyes. “You want me to put it on now.”

He shook his head. His hand touched her bottom lip. It was soft and strong like Sara.

“I want you to take off your clothes very slowly.” He waved his hand to the items near his feet. “That will be for later but for you now I want you naked under me.”

When he stopped talking her fingers went to her blouse and she began to unbutton her blouse. Grissom stood up and reached around her back. He savored every part of her body. The freckles across her shoulders, the tiny scar on her right shoulder, the swell of her surprisingly round hips. He memorized every detail of her for he knew that he would never see it again.

When her breast fell free he her nipples were dark and taut as his hands grazed them. He unbuttoned her jeans and helped her step out of them. His thumb went into the waist band of her panties. Her dampness had seeped through the thin material. His fingers found her clitoris and stroked nimbly.

Sara’s hands undid his shirt while her tongue plunged into his mouth. His chest was smooth and strong

She whispered to him. “What do you want me to do?” Her hand found him rigid, long and thick. He grunted as she released him. He felt like a school boy having his first encounter. Sara hands worked stroked him easily and steadily.

His moan bounced off the paneled walls. They were standing comptley naked against one another, there mouths kissing and goading the other into action.

“What do you want me to do? What have you always wanted me to do?”

The guttural sound the guttural sound that came from Gil could only be interpreted as confirmation as Sara got on his knees and took him into her mouth. “Sara, I won’t be able to…” His words were halted as she did something with her mouth that stiffened him even more. “Sara, I won’t be able to…”

Her pace increased and Gil could not remember what he planned to say. What this woman did to him. His hands found her hair and he massaged her scalp as she ran a long tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

When he came he tried to pull away from her but she would have none of it instead holding him in a vice like grip with her strong hands. His climaxed lasted for an eternity. He was surprised when he felt her mouth on his. He tasted himself on her. His hands were on either side of her face. Her head was bent back from the force of his kiss.
His hands found were caressing her firm rump as he propelled her to his bed.

He pushed back lightly. His fingers plunged deeply into. She writhed and moaned against him. “Gil I am going to come!”

He spoke against her hair. “Good. Come nice and hard.”

After he first climax, he hovered over her, hard again. The size of him made her gasp. He spoke softly into her mouth. He felt as it he could consumer her. “Okay?”

She breathed deeply. Gil shifted his weight. Sara ran a tongue over his beard. “Sara, you can’t do things like that. I am too excited.”

She kissed the hollow of his neck and pressed her body into him. “I can’t just lay here.”

Tightened her walls around him. “Sara” he admonished as she held and released him. He went with the waves of motion. Her firm thighs and legs wrapped around his waist. Eventually he lifted himself just above her, pinning her hands above her head he found the her dark irises. “Do you like that?” He watched her pupils contract and expand with excitement. A sharp cry and then she spoke, “You know I do.” He had pinned her firmly to the bed that she was unable to move and she had little desire to. A deep plunge elicited a desperate scream from Sara and sent Gil past his point.

Sara woke and found Gil’s side of the bed empty. She sat up and saw the back of him huddled in the door. He pulled a silver cart and pulled it from what she presumed were Bernard’s dark long hands. He turned to find her smiling. “Hi”

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

“Is that more food?”

“Your stomach was growling in your sleep.”

“I can’t be hungry again.”

“Sweetie we’ve been here for 12 hours.”

“What did you order?”

“For you? A veggie wrap.”

She wrapped the sheet around her as he sat next to her on the bed. “When are we going to do meet Greta?”

His lips found the top of her forehead. She was so beautiful. “We aren’t.”

She frowned as spooned dressing over her wrap. She handed her a plate. “We aren’t?”

“I lied. Brass called and Greta came in with her attorney, one of her clients.”

She looked into his blue eyes.

He spoke softly as he spooned his strawberries onto the plate. “You mad?”

“No”

He pulled an identical wrap his with some meat and spooned dressing over he plate. They sat on the edge of the bed with their legs touching and feet touching the floor. “That woman said you had been here before’”

“I have.”

“Why?”

“I like beautiful woman. I like music. They have both. Sit back. I’ll put the tray in the bed. You still look exhausted, better but still tired. I want you to take some time off.”

Sara sat back into the pillows. “You are spoiling me.”

“I don’t know how else to treat you.”

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Sara woke from a deep sleep satisfying sleep. Her hand reached to find the space. Grissom was dressed sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hello there gorgeous.”

She closed her eyes warding off reality. “It’s time to go.”

He touched his index finger to a long muscle in her neck. “Yes.’

She opened her eyes to see the veil drawn over his blue eyes. “Sara, I…”

She took his wrist and kissed a finger. “I know Gil. I know. I am glad I had this time with you. I am grateful.”