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to worry about Mike and his antics. You ve obviously had one hell
of a day, and I wanted to be a comfort, not bring you down
further.
Tristan took Claire s hand into her own and kissed her palm.
You are always a comfort to me, Claire.
What was intended by Claire to be a tender good night kiss
turned into something altogether different. The moment her lips
brushed against Tristan s, a fire ignited inside her, and the flames
quickly spread to Tristan.
Claire soon realized that one kiss was not going to satisfy her as
her hands roamed over the body of her lover, who tried to roll over
and take control. Claire broke from the kiss and looked into
Tristan s eyes glistening in the darkness. Tris, you ve never been
tied up, have you?
Of course not. The surprise was evident in Tristan s reply.
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Well, if you don t lie back and relax and let me do what I want,
you will be tonight, Claire said with impish glee.
Claire reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, filling the
room with a soft glow. She kissed Tristan until she was compliant
to her touch. Hoping to make Tristan feel more at ease, Claire
stripped off her own clothes before doing the same to her nervous
lover. She lay back down fully on top of Tristan, who looked a
little uncomfortable with being the one taken.
Covering Tristan s neck with kisses and soft bites, Claire was
determined to make Tristan relax and enjoy what she had in store
for her. She grinned, pleased with herself when she sucked
Tristan s earlobe, making her whimper. What do you want me to
do to you, Tris? she whispered seductively in her ear.
You specifically told me to lie here and let you do what you
wanted, and now you ask me what I want? Tristan replied with a
snort of laughter.
Beat at her own game, Claire could not help but laugh with her.
Okay then, roll over on your stomach, Claire whispered.
Huh? came the startled reply.
Tris, I m right next to your ear, so I know you heard me. Roll
over. Claire shifted her weight, giving Tristan room to move.
Tristan reluctantly obeyed.
Just relax, I m not going to take you anywhere you don t want
to go. Claire murmured as she kissed a hot trail up Tristan s
spine, making Tristan squirm under her touch. Get up on your
knees, she commanded softly and was pleased when Tristan
complied.
Tristan s arousal was evident when Claire slipped one finger
inside her and began to move in a rhythm that Tristan eagerly
responded to. Claire slowed her pace and added a second finger,
feeling Tristan shudder as she did. This time, she slowed her pace,
teasing Tristan, who had forgotten all her inhibitions in the
moment.
Please, Claire, she pleaded as Claire continued to tease her.
The desperation in her voice turned Claire inside out, and she
quickly gave in to Tristan s desires. Only when Tristan sank down
onto the bed did Claire stop. They both lay in an exhausted heap,
gasping for air.
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I m so gonna walk funny tomorrow, Tristan said, her voice
muffled by the pillow. That was the last thing Claire remembered
before drifting off to sleep.
The next day at work, Tristan paid close attention to Mike. She
felt the hair on her neck rise every time he found a reason to go
into Claire s office. Claire was of course professional, but it grated
on Tristan whenever Claire smiled at him. Tristan mentally
assured herself that Claire was not entertaining Mike but simply
doing her job.
Tristan spent the remainder of the workweek verifying that her
department was still in line with the budget. Claire worked closely
with her, going over the numbers and double-checking her figures.
On Friday afternoon, they both breathed a sigh of relief when
Tristan emailed her findings to accounting.
At lunch that afternoon, they decided they would spend the
weekend at Tristan s place relaxing. Tristan promised to teach
Claire how to fish in the lake behind her house. Both were looking
forward to spending some alone time together, and Tristan s
secluded property was the perfect place to do just that.
Claire wondered if Tristan would be ready to confide in her about
her childhood. She knew that whatever it was had to be extremely
painful for Tristan. Claire almost dreaded the conversation
because she knew she would lose all emotional control if Tristan
broke down, and she hoped that she could be the support Tristan
needed.
Claire had toyed with the idea of telling Tristan about the stalker.
No new envelopes had come recently, and she took it as a good
sign. Maybe that chapter in her life was over, and there would be
no need to trouble Tristan with it.
On Saturday morning, Tristan was up just after sunrise. Ralph
was fed and the coffee was brewing when she woke Claire.
Tristan, why on earth are you up already? It s Saturday, for
goodness sake!
The fish bite best in the morning. Your fishing lesson isn t
going to be any fun if you don t get a bite. Now, get up. Tristan
poked Claire in the ribs until she couldn t stand it any longer.
Claire ran to the bathroom, fussing the whole time and refusing to
come in contact with any bait.
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After breakfast, they went down to the water s edge, dragging
two lawn chairs behind them. Once they had picked a shady spot,
Tristan prepared the rod and reels. She stuck her hand in the
cricket can and found the perfect specimen for catching a bream,
known as a perch by non-Cajuns.
Eww, Tristan, do you have to put the hook through its back like
that? Claire thought the little insect was too gross to touch, but
she felt bad about the way it was speared onto the hook.
Tristan stood up. Now, watch me, Claire, it s all in the wrist.
Tristan flicked her wrist and released the line. The orange bobber
landed about ten feet out into the water. She handed the pole to
Claire. Watch the bobber. If it gets pulled under, pull back, then
start reeling. Claire took the pole and kept her eyes locked on the
float.
Tristan baited her line and cast it out, as well. She glanced over at
Claire, who was admiring the pretty multicolored lures in the
tackle box. Her float was nowhere in sight.
Claire? Where is your float? Tristan asked calmly.
Claire looked at the spot she last saw the bobber, and it was gone.
Oh! she exclaimed. She jerked the rod back, nearly knocking
herself out in the process, reeling as fast as she could until she saw
the small fish breaking the water s surface.
Okay, what do I do now? she asked excitedly.
Keep reeling him in. When he gets close to the bank, grab the
line with your hand, set the reel down, and grab the fish by the
bottom lip. Then, you can take the hook out of its mouth, Tristan
said as though Claire had done this all her life.
Claire froze. You want me to touch it?
Tristan laughed. Of course, girl, they don t bite. Just be mindful
of the fins.
Tristan Delacroix! I am so NOT touching that fish! Claire
exclaimed.
Tristan grumbled, sissy, under her breath as she put her own
rod down and helped Claire with her first catch. She grabbed
Claire s line and guided the fish over to them. She gently put her
thumb in the fish s mouth and took the hook out. She then held it
up for Claire to see.
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