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shoulders felt fragile beneath his
touch.
    For a few seconds Vicki allowed him to hold her, and
for a few seconds he found some peace.
    Then like all good things reality came crashing down
as Vicki pulled away. “No, I can’t let myself fall for it a second time.”
    “Fall for what?” he asked.
    “You’re married. You have a wife somewhere and I bet
a couple of fucking kids. If you were married why did you fucking touch me?”
she asked. Her voice rose with each passing second.
    Nothing he said could stop the ache inside his
chest.
    Vicki shoved him. Tristan didn’t move. After he’d
told her about being married to another woman she hadn’t stayed around to find
out. She ran from him and found every excuse in the book not to be alone with
him. He didn’t blame her. When he’d confessed to being married he’d done so
after she spoke her true feelings for him. He’d known she was in love with him,
and yet he continued on.
    For a forty-five year old man he still made
mistakes.
    Grabbing her arms, he pulled her in close. The
bottle in her grasp fell to the floor. Staring down into her beautiful,
innocent face, Tristan slammed his lips down on hers. He couldn’t stop. Kissing
her lips, he sank fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. He wanted to drown
in her very scent.
    Vicki responded. Her grip tightened on his arms, and
her lips opened, welcoming him inside.
    His cock thickened. Moving down to her ass, he
gripped her flesh and brought her closer to him. The contact wasn’t enough.
    He tore the clothes away from her body. Seeing her
slenderness concerned him, but he wanted the woman far more. Vicki tugged at
the belt holding his trousers up. She pushed him to the sofa. Without warning
she climbed on top of his lap.
    Within no time he sank inside her tight wet heat.
    She gasped, and he groaned.
    She stared down at him with tears in her eyes. The intimate
moment was gone and replaced by pain.
    ****
    What the hell was she doing? Tristan was married,
and he’d broken her heart. No, not broken. He’d shattered her heart and soul.
She couldn’t eat and rarely slept because of him. She was moving out of Law
Castle to get away from him.
    The thick pulse of his shaft felt strange inside
her. He was the only man she’d ever been with.
    He’s
married. This is wrong.
    She moaned as his hips flexed pushing more of him
inside her. Vicki shook her head, pressing a hand to his covered chest. “Stop,”
she said.
    Tristan froze underneath her.
    “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Tristan
said. He stroked her hair. She wished with all of her heart that she didn’t
care.
    Shaking her head, Vicki squeezed her eyes closed
tight and then climbed off. Even as his cock left her body she felt branded by
him.
    Grabbing the nearest pillow she covered her naked
body.
    “You’re married,” she said.
    “I know.” He let out a sigh.
    Tears fell from her eyes in waves. “Why?” she asked.
    “Why what?” He
fixed his pants placing his cock inside his pants. Tristan didn’t get up to
leave. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact he didn’t or the fact she
didn’t want him to leave.
    Great,
now I am a sucker for a guy who likes to hurt me.
    “Why are you doing this to me? You’re married, and
you’re here with me. Why can’t you leave me alone?” She needed answers. There
was no way to live with what she’d done without knowing the truth.
    Tristan stood, running fingers through his hair. She
saw his muscles bulge, and the tattoos decorating his arms seem to move as if
they had a life of their own.
    “It’s a long story,” he said.
    Throwing the pillow at him Vicki gave herself over
to the rage inside her.
    He caught the pillow before it hit him. Pulling on the
dress he’d torn she sat down on the sofa.
    “You’re an asshole. It’s a long story? Don’t you
think I deserve the fucking time to tell it? You fucked me and then brought the
news of a wife to me when I told you how I felt. Now your