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Claire was having that fantasy again. The one about Bobby, all sexy and 
mostly naked. He was offering himself up to her. Allowing her free 
reign with him , as her own personal plaything. He was sitting on a 
beach, his magnificent chest naked to her gaze.

His arms braced behind him, a half smile on his lips a twinkle in his
dark brown eyes. 
"Come on Keepy, you lost the bet, pay up."
He bounced his eyebrows at her. 
Claire moved towards him, taking in every masculine detail. It was a
crime against nature that just looking at him made her this lustful.
His powerful build, the wide shoulders, sculpted pecs. The cords of 
muscle the roped his upper and lower arms. The square, wide hands, that 
were strong and gentle.  The taunt ripple of muscle that was his 
abdomen.
My God, the rise at his crotch,  barley disguised by his jeans. 
Claire forced her eyes off his body for the moment and studied his 
face. 
He was as attractive from the neck up as he was below. Dark hair and
eyes, strong jaw, the slight dimple in his chin. Beautiful cheek 
bones.... altogether the personification of a virile handsome man. 

Claire had fallen in love with Robert Hobbes, before she'd learned the
details of his build. She knew of his caring for others, his skill in 
his work. His talent for keeping Darien out of trouble. Bobby had 
fought his own daemons and won. He wasn't perfect but neither was she.  
He was dependable, strong, his sense of humor was of beat, his 
intelligence was evident. 

"Claire? Are you backing out on our deal?"
Bobby asked stretching his legs out in front of him.
"No, of course not Bobby." 
She sat down next to him on the sand, and leaned over a hand braced
on his shoulder touching her lips to his. There was a electric shock to
her system as their lips met. Bobby lifted a hand to her neck and the
back of her head. She'd meant for the kiss to be nice. But the moment
their lips touched she was not longer in control of the kiss or her 
senses.
Bobby had wanted to kiss Claire for so long... when she had dared him 
to prove his point he taunted her. "Yeah and what do I get if I'm 
right?"

"Name it!"

"A kiss."

"Wait now." she protested.

"You kiss me, not I kiss you fair enough?"

"Fine it's a bet, now prove yourself."
He had.

She'd looked so surprised, but she didn't protest. He was cheating a 
little now, opening his mouth to her, a hand holding her head. Touching 
the tip of his tongue to her lips. 
Claire moaned when he did that, in protest or acquiescence he wasn't 
sure. But it spurred him on.  Bobby turned her head just a little and 
his tongue slipped deeper, touching her tongue, sliding into her mouth.
Claire broke away, "Bobby !" 
The she thought a second, her dilated eyes locked on his dark eyes.
What was she doing? She'd wanted him for so long.
"Bobby." she changed her tone to soft, husky desire dripping and 
propelled him back onto the sand as she locked lips with him again.
Bobby groaned welcoming her return, rolling her under him so he could
feel her better, move against her better. 

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