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single touch from him Brigitte exploded with pleasure, and when Vincent caught his breath sharply a second before he came, she was convinced she was madly in love. She never wanted to leave him. Ever.
    * * *
    That is how they spent the rest of the week. They made love from morning to evening, stopping only to take advantage of the sun, or take a dip in the warm ocean. After sunset they walked on the shore, looking for the perfect place to give free rein to their desire.
    On the last evening Vincent took Brigitte to the top of a cliff overlooking the bay. The air was sweet and fragrant, the grass silky. They both wanted this last evening to remain an unforgettable memory. They got undressed slowly, exposing their naked skin to the moonlight and the delicious breeze. Kneeling before each other, their gestures tender as if in prayer, they brought each other to climax in silence. Lying beneath the starry night sky, they made love for one last time on Mexican soil. They fell asleep wrapped around each other, completely satisfied, and did not waken until dawn.
    * * *
    Vincent changed his plane ticket; he was absolutely determined to go back on the same flight as Brigitte. Once he had made the change he went by his companion’s room and knocked.
    â€œCan we talk?”
    â€œOf course! About anything you want!”
    Brigitte playfully tried to lure him to the bed.
    â€œNo, this is serious.”
    She thought she could see a dark cloud on the horizon and was afraid. She sat down on one of the armchairs and listened attentively.
    â€œBrigitte, this last week has been extraordinary.”
    â€œYes, but … ?”
    â€œBut? There is no but! I just wanted to know if we could keep seeing each other once we’re back in Montreal. I mean, just the two of us. I couldn’t stand it if another man touched you. So if you have someone else in your life, or if you aren’t ready for this, just tell me, please.”
    Without hesitating Brigitte got up and slipped into his arms. But she was racked with anxiety. She had thought he wanted to tell her about some other love he had in Montreal, and she would have had to accept it. Not without shedding a few tears, but she would have had no other choice. At least then he would have been the jerk, not she! She had to be honest with herself; she adored this man and sooner or later would have to explain the true nature of her work. But how do you explain to the man you love that you dance for people just for pleasure? She didn’t take drugs, she had no financial problems (contrary to all the clichés about exotic dancers); she just danced for her own pleasure, for the sense of power and confidence it gave her. How do you admit to the man of your life that you need to feel devoured by the eyes of others, to feel their desire? She decided to delay this revelation.
    She would have to find the right moment.
    * * *
    Finally, they left their hotel to go to the airport. After the usual formalities they boarded the plane and made themselves comfortable in their seats, side by side. The takeoff was smooth, and because it was a direct flight they would be seeing a film after they ate.
    It was just after the meal that Vincent made his first advances.
    â€œI want you so much.”
    â€œI want you too. When we get to Montreal let’s go straight to my place. You don’t have to go back to work until tomorrow.”
    â€œI mean I want you right now!”
    He slipped his hand under her little meal tray, then under her short skirt. Immediately, Brigitte felt her own desire come to life. The hand wriggled into her panties and quickly found what it was looking for. She was already very wet.
    He pushed a finger into her; it was almost painful, but she was ready for him. Vincent discreetly seized one of his companion’s hands so she could feel his own state.
    â€œLet’s go into one of the washrooms!”
    â€œThey’re way too small! Besides, we’ll get