All Chapters of Mi Amor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I already had six bouquets of stargazer lilies in my shopping cart and was examining the seventh when I realized that this sexy Latin guy was cruising me. Though I am undeniably cute -- my friends kid me that I look like I just stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch ad -- it’s not me; it’s the Publix. When they built this new grocery in a funny corner of South Beach, it became cruise central. And no, I don’t mean those big ocean liners, though you can see them a few blocks away.I looked up, and he was standing right by my wagon, sniffing. When he saw me looking at him, he got all embarrassed and said, “Sorry, they just smell so luscious.” He had the slightest Spanish accent and a baritone voice that made me go all mushy inside.He wore a dark green Ralph Lauren polo shirt that showed off his deep tan; faded, butt-molded jeans; and scuffed cowboy boots. Even though I was in the middle of a crisis -- finding bunches of lilies for a party my client was holding in less than two hours --

He smiled that beautiful pearly smile, and I gave him one in return. He scooted over close to me, and I rested my head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.“I’ve seen you before,” he admitted. “A few times at parties. You’re always the center of attention.”“I wish you’d have said hello.”“Not me. I’m shy.”I laughed out loud. “You grabbed me in the men’s room at the Balinese trailer and kissed me like your life depended on it. That’s not shy.”“But we’d already spoken. At the Publix and at the party. I knew you were interested.”His right hand -- attached to the arm that was wrapped around my back -- began tickling my right nipple. At first just the very tip of his index finger grazed the nub; then he increased the pressure, and I responded. Then his left hand did the same with my left nipple. When both were tough little buds, I twisted out of his grasp and turned to face him.We kissed again, lying there on the plush white carpet, our clot

The next morning, I called the number on Vlad’s card and set up a meeting. I wore a pair of Valentino slacks that hugged my ass and an Armani button-down shirt that left little to the imagination. “Mr. Solonenko,” I said, shaking his big, square hand. I held on for just a moment longer than necessary, making eye contact. “It’s so nice of you to agree to talk to me.”“Pleasure is mine.” He licked his lips, and I felt like Little Red Riding Hood meeting the wolf. But I’d met a few wolves before, and I knew how to handle them. “Please, have seat,” he said, motioning me to a big leather armchair across from his desk. “So, who is Adam Beller?”I sat back and crossed my legs. “I’m going to be the best-known party planner on the Beach. Within, say, six months or so.”Vlad raised his eyebrows. “Really?”I went into a quick spiel about my experience in college. My hand found its way to my neck. “It’s hot in here. Do you mind if I…”I unbuttoned the second button of my shirt, then the third. Vl

My cell phone rang, but I didn’t recognize the number. “Adam Beller, Beller Beach,” I said. I’d chosen Beller Beach as the name for my business -- but I might have to rethink that, if I was going national.“Mi amor. I’m thinking of you.” A voice purred, low and sensual. It sent shivers through my body, right to my groin.I turned to Jean-Jacques and pointed wildly at the phone. He grabbed my arm and listened in. “Hey there, handsome,” I said.“You sleep all right?” he asked.“Mmm. I always do, after great sex.”“I’ve been yawning all day,” he said. “If we keep seeing each other, I’m going to have to start taking vitamins.”“Gee, I didn’t realize you were a senior citizen. I can fuck like that and then be ready for more the next day.”Jean-Jacques squeezed my arm.“I want to test that theory,” Javier said. “Dinner tonight?”I almost agreed without thinking, but fortunately I caught myself. I couldn’t see him again so quickly. I needed a couple of days away from him to forget how amazin

I got to the club just before ten. The DJ was working the small crowd, and Jean-Jacques was in the control booth cuing up the custom video mix of movie screen shots, model clips of big guys, bodybuilder shots, and so on. We played outtakes from Richard Karn’s appearances on Home Improvement and Family Feud, and other icons of the bear community like John Goodman and Top Chef’s Tom Colicchio.The party picked up quickly, and I spent the next couple of hours running around, making sure everything went smoothly, dancing and schmoozing, and working the room. Around midnight, I noticed Sean hanging back by the wall, looking lonely and uncomfortable.“Hey there, handsome,” I said. “You should have told me you were coming over. I’d have put you on the guest list.”“I was sitting around my apartment moping when I saw your Twitter notice about the party.” He looked around. “I thought I might as well get out of the house, you know?”“Absolutely.” I leaned in close to him. “So, who floats your b