Page 26 of Seduced By You

“I didn’t know that. Fascinating.”

I caught the drawl to his voice and wrinkled my nose. “Ah. The sarcasm is strong in this one.” Okay, it wasn’t my best Yoda impression, but it was passable. Sort of.

He gave my shoulder a little shove. “Get on the train, woman, before it leaves without us.”

I climbed up the steps, stopping at the top. I turned back to Kadon. “I’ve been thinking that we should practice a bit.”

My heart beat faster as the words left my lips. After this morning’s moment of yearning, and the mistaken almost kiss from last night, my dormant libido had kicked into high gear. I’d never do anything with Kadon. God, no. He was my best friend. I’d never looked at him that way, and neither had he looked at me as anything more than a friend. But perhaps I couldtrickmy horny sex drive into thinking this was real. I mean, it fit with the whole fake relationship thing, right?

“Practice? Practice what? Getting on the train without falling over? Lettingmeget on the train before a line forms behind me? Yoda impressions?” His grin stretched a mile wide.

“Y’know, Kingcaid, if you carry on like this, I’ll have nothing left to teach you. No, I mean we should practice faking it while we’re on the journey.”

He blinked a few times, then tapped his lip. “What did you have in mind?”

“I dunno. Hold hands. Sit closer than we normally would. Just be… you know, like lovers would be.”

His eyes softened. “I can do that.” His voice was so quiet I barely heard him over the bustling train station.

“Good.” I cocked my head, beckoning for him to follow me. “Well, come on then, before the train leaves without us. God, you men. And you say women can talk.”

His laughter followed me all the way to our seats. I took the one by the window. If he wanted it, he’d have to wrestle me for it. Wrestling. God. My clit pulsed. At this rate, I’d orgasm from the rumble of the train on the tracks alone. When we returned to Saint Tropez, I had to find someone to help me scratch this bloody itch. It wasn’t as if sex with Benedict had shattered windows or broke beds or anything. It was good-ish. Passable. It hadn’t been as good as a couple of my former boyfriends, but they’d been more hookups. Models made the worst boyfriends. You had to fight them for the bathroom, and who needed that?

Besides, passion faded. Everyone knew that. Longevity was what counted.

Although… come to think of it, Benedict and I had completely omitted the rip-your-clothes-off phase where making it to the bed was too much to handle. And you didn’t care if the dining room table dug into your spine or you got a cramp in your calf because your legs were in the air or wrapped around the guy’s neck.

Kadon slid into the seat next to me. His outer thigh touched mine, and I almost leapt through the roof of the train.

For God’s sake, Leesa. Calm your tits!

I should have brought a vibrator with me, something to take the edge off. Dry-humping my best friend’s leg would win first prize in the Worst Idea Ever competition. If such a competition existed. Not that it would. What a ridiculous idea.

Okay, I’m losing it.

Goddamn Paris. The city demanded sex and I’d disappointed it. My penalty was the urge to rub my lady bits on… anything, really. It didn’t even have to be a man’s cock.

I mean, a cock would be nice. Better than nice. A deliciously girthy cock with a hint of precum beading the crown. Man, I bet I’d come in less than twenty seconds.

“Why’s your face red?”

I startled out of my dirty thoughts and stared at Kadon as if he’d spoken a foreign language to me. “Huh?”

“You’re red, like sunburn red, and it’s November in Paris. And you keep wriggling in your seat. Have you got ants in your pants?”

“No, I haven’t got ants in my pants.” Or a cock. “And it’s warm on this train.” I fanned myself with my hand. “Do you have any water in your bag?”

He stood and reached up to the luggage rail above our heads. His shirt rode up, treating me to a sliver of toned muscle. My clit’s excitement reached at least DEFCON 4. Maybe the onboard shop sold vibrators alongside coffee and donuts.

It wasn’t even Kadon who interested me. I’d take any man. Okay, notanyman. Like, I wouldn’t proposition the eighty-year-old helping his wife into the seat across the aisle from us. I hadsomelimits.

“Here you go.”

Kadon passed me a bottle of water. I unscrewed the top that he’d already loosened and took several sips. Better. I set it on the table in front of me.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

He frowned, angling his head to one side. “Are you okay? You’re acting pretty weird.”

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