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city.”
    “I bet. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
    “It’s the best place in the world.”
    “Then what made you leave the Big Easy for…for here? Not that
there’s anything wrong with here, but it’s not as exciting as New Orleans and
certainly not warmer.”
    Bastien chuckled. “No, it’s certainly different. I like
Canada, it’s why I became a citizen. I’ve been up here for seven years, but
only in your town for a year.”
    “So why leave New Orleans?”
    His smile disappeared when I asked the question. His whole
demeanor changed and I regretted prying into his personal life, but it only
lasted for a moment. He shook his head and his boyish smile returned. “I needed
a change. Besides, London is c’est magnifique, great.”
    “You’ll have to teach me some more. They’re quite colorful.”
    “There’s a lot I can teach you, angel.”
    “I need some more curse words for my ex.” After my
disastrous marriage I often wondered why I had married him, we didn’t fit
together. Bastien’s began to stroke my leg with the back of his knuckles and my
mind was soon wandering to other things, more pleasant thoughts like being on
top of him, pinning him to the mattress and riding his cock slowly. His fingers
trailed down to massage the inside of my thigh and I soon abandoned all
thoughts of my ex-husband. Now was not the time to be thinking about him.
    “What would you like, angel?” Bastien asked dreamily.
    “I think…I think I would like to go for a ride if you don’t
mind.”
    He flashed a brilliant smile and I knew he wasn’t bothered
by my request at all. He moved away and lay on his back, preening. Bastien had
every right to be smug. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom,
opening the package and unrolling the condom down his hard, ebony cock. My
pussy grew wetter as I anticipated the thought of burying his hard shaft deep
inside me. Leaning over him, I straddled his hips. Bracing my weight with one
hand, I reached down and grabbed the base of his cock guiding it to the
entrance of my cunt. Bastien inhaled sharply as I rubbed the head of his cock
against my labia.
    “ Cherie , you’re killing me.”
    I smiled. I had been waiting for him to use that particular
endearment. I had always found his Cajun accent sexy, in particular that word.
    “Please, ma cherie, ” Bastien begged.
    It was all the encouragement I needed. I lowered myself onto
his cock. All the way down until he was buried deep inside me. He let out a
moan and some more Cajun words that I would ask him about later.
    I moved my hips slowly, sliding up and down his cock.
Bastien’s hands grasped my hips as I rode him. His hand slipped down and found
my clit, he began to rub it in time to my movement, and soon I began to quicken
the pace.
    “Angel,” he moaned as I moved faster. I could feel my orgasm
building deep in the pit of my stomach. Bastien began to thrust upward, holding
my hips with one hand. His fingers digging into my flesh, holding me tight
against him as I fucked him, his other hand circling my clit as I came. My cunt
clenched his cock and Bastien’s body tensed as he came soon after.
    I collapsed against his chest, listening to the beating of
his heart as a pesky thought crept into the back of mind, scaring me, thrilling
me.
    I could really fall for a guy like Bastien.

Chapter Six
     
    Bastien was sleeping, lying on his stomach with arms tucked
under his head, only a thin sheet covering his taut butt. He stayed the night—I
hadn’t meant for it to happen. This was just supposed to be a quickie, and now,
watching him sleeping, my mind began to entertain the idea of seeking something
more.
    After he made to love to me, we had been spooning, but I
slipped away. I had to separate myself from him. When my husband had left me, I
had guarded my heart against ever falling into the relationship trap again. I
didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment and heartache—and I had wanted
no strings