Page 25 of Tourist Trap

It’s been a good forty minutes, despite myself. We chatted and laughed, and I remembered why I always gravitated toward Claire when we were thrown together, why we always went for walks along the shoreline while she looked for her shells. When she’s not flirting with me just to get a reaction and when I’m not being a dick who’s making assumptions about her, we get along really well.

“I’ve got a client coming in ten minutes to pick their car up,” I say, tipping my head toward the white car in the small lot.

Claire steps back, checking the time on her phone, and her eyes widen. “Jeez, I didn’t realize how late it was getting. I’m going to miss all the good sun.” She moves to clean up the deli paper before her, the makeshift picnic we created on the flat top of my rolling toolbox.

I shake my head. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

She hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s the least I can do. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”

She takes me in before nodding, grabbing her keys, and moving back toward her car. The sun beats hard on the blacktop, and Claire slides her sunglasses back onto her nose as she stops in front of her car, turning to face me.

“Thanks for having lunch with me,” she says with a smile. “I had fun.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one who is supposed to be saying thank you.”

She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Whatever.”

A gust of wind moves through the air, pushing her hair into her face. She giggles, and when the breeze stops, a piece of hair is stuck on her sunglasses. Without thinking, my hand lifts, grabbing the silky golden strand between my fingers and pushing it back behind her ear, my fingers lingering there, my thumb brushing over the soft skin of her jaw.

I could kiss her.

I could kiss her, and with the way her chin is tipped up to look at me, the way her lips are parted, I think she’d let me. My mind moves to the previous night, to Grant saying I should hook up with Claire, and for a split second, I consider it.

For a split second, I contemplate throwing common sense to the wind and just doing whatfeelsright instead of what Ishoulddo.

And then the sound of tires crunches behind me, and I step back, the moment broken as my client pulls up.

“I’ll, uh, let you get back to work,” she says, her voice breathy as she steps away, a smile on her lips.

She opens the door to her car, and I hold it as she slides in and turns the key in the ignition before slamming it shut and tapping the hood of her car.

“Thanks for lunch, Claire. You didn’t have to do that.”

She smiles before putting her car in reverse, and I step away before watching her drive off.

Even though I get home long after she’s shut away in her room because I have a side job across town, the warmth of her coming to see me carries me throughout the day.

NINE

MILES

My hands move over her smooth skin, reaching up to cup one of her full breasts, and a throaty moan falls from her lips as I pinch a rosy nipple, then lean to capture it between my lips, sucking hard.

Her back arches as I do, before she eagerly reaches between us, her hand wrapping around my cock and pumping once, then again before sliding the head along her wet slit. I groan at the heavenly feeling, and she lets out a light, tinkling laugh, always happy to enjoy my misery before she notches the head inside her.

She pauses, straddling me, barely an inch of my cock inside her. Eager to slide in, I lift my hips to slide inside her more, but she smiles wide, shaking her head. Then she moves to her knees, pushing her long blonde curls over her shoulder and smiling down at me.

“Why are you teasing me?” I groan, watching my cock sink another inch inside her.

She lets out a breathy laugh, her eyes fluttering with her own restraint.

“It’s what I do,” she says, and she’s not wrong. She has always teased me, and this is no different. She lifts her hips up an inch, then sinks down, slowly fucking the tip. Her breathing grows shallow as she continues to fuck me but not nearly enough to satisfy me.

“Claire,” I groan through gritted teeth.

She beams down at me, teasing, and I’ve had it. Both of my hands go to her waist, and I slam her hips down until she’s filled before I roll us both so she’s on her back.

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