Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Black skirt. Black slacks. And always those heels that made

her so much taller. That’s why she’d fallen and had to steady

herself. She was still searching, breathing hard. Claire was a

statue, a warm, living statue in front of her. She didn’t pull

away. Didn’t lean forward.

The kiss was all Haley. The second her mouth was on

Claire’s, she regretted her rash decision, but it was too late.

She was kissing her, and she couldn’t stop.

She couldn’t take it back.

Chapter 9

Claire

Haley kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, so

uncertain and unsure. They warmed up, sending painful

tendrils of white-hot pleasure scorching through Claire like

knife blades. The pressure inside her built until she was

throbbing between her legs. Oh, the dirty, filthy things she

would like to do with Haley. Not to her. With her. There was a

difference, just like there was a difference in how she should

be kissing her if she meant it.

She didn’t. This was a ploy. A game. A distraction. Never

mind that the sweetness of those lips, moving in a blatant

invitation against hers, nearly brought her to her knees. She

remained utterly unmoved on the outside. She betrayed

nothing. After a minute, when Haley started to flag and

fumble, Claire grasped her arms and set her back.

Haley stumbled back a step, but Claire did nothing to steady

her, even though a feral-sounding little voice shredded her

brain, demanding that she do so. She was fine on her own. She

set a trembling finger to her lips and stared up at Claire with

huge eyes sparkling with a liquid sheen. Unshed tears.