Cajun Vacation by Mindi Winters

to the bayou. Wetlands that remained a danger to the life that needed them to survive. Animals whose eggs would never hatch because a poison in their home had killed them before they even began to live.
    Her station prided itself on balanced reporting, even when it wasn’t, and Justin knew how to handle that too. Some parts of the bayou escaped any damage, and many had been cleaned already. He showed her everything, and the quality of his preparation rivaled any producer she knew.
    It left her exhausted, and wanting a release that Justin seemed uninterested in giving her. But it also exhilarated her to be out in the field again. She’d spent so much of the last three years in the office, or simply doing local reports in New York, that she had forgotten how much she loved being outdoors and doing something important about it. Once she’d been active in many causes that tugged at her heart, but she had loans to pay off, and the lure of good money won out over working at a lower paying non-profit.
    She expected the final report, once edited, to be very powerful. Hopefully, it’d be strong enough to save her job without the sexual obligations. It gnawed at her that she didn’t believe that with any certainty.
    She looked at Justin with some regret. He almost had her to her car, and then she’d be off. Her sisters would be worried about her by now. She wanted to call them hours ago, but had turned her phone off after Gary’s call. If she turned her phone back on and called, then they’d be asking what was taking so long. What could she say without lying? My tour guide is really good looking and I let him have sex with me three times already.
    Sara would be appalled and Alicia would tell her to stay the night. Neither bit of advice was welcome, even if she was leaning more toward Alicia’s instincts in this instance.
    Her heart melted when Justin glanced back and smiled. She needed to get a grip. Just because he gave her some amazing orgasms didn’t mean that her insides should turn to goo at a simple glance. The dock and her car came into view. She sighed. Only a few minutes until their goodbyes. Should she try something more forceful with him at the dock? The idea of her tossing him to the ground for another bout of sex crossed her mind, but she dismissed it. He had his fun and didn’t want her anymore.
    The boat banged against the dock and Justin threw a rope around the post to secure them. He held the boat steady while she stood up. She climbed the ladder and waited while he handed up her belongings. With a single step, Justin pushed himself onto the dock and walked up next to her.
    She wanted to get the goodbye over with quickly. Nothing long or drawn out. She raised her hand to shake goodbye when he reached an arm around her back and pulled her in for a kiss. A startled shriek left her mouth before his placed his lips on her and she melted into him.
    He ended the kiss, and her throat dropped into her stomach.
    “Just like I promised. Absolutely professional. The job is done, and now you’re back to your car,” he said. The tremble in his voice shook her. Professional Justin was gone, in his place all the lust and hunger for her flared through his eyes. He had wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He just kept it under control better. Every intelligent thought told her to push him away, and run for her car, but she didn’t.
    “Thank you.” It was all she could stammer out. Her head swirled at the possibilities of what more she could do with him, and all the reasons she shouldn’t.
    “I’d like to see more of you tonight,” he said. “Dinner at my place. My real home. In the city.”
    His hands held her firmly, his face only inches from hers. He kissed her again, their tongues met each other, and she pressed her chest harder against his body.
    “Just dinner?” she asked.
    His eyes flashed greedily. “Dinner and hopefully breakfast,” he said, and then dipped down for another kiss, his hand stroking