Page 19 of Seduced By You

I mean, I’d looked at pictures of Lee from her modeling days. Course I had. What man in love with a woman wouldn’t scavenge for any scraps he could get? But this… in the flesh… was orgasm-inducing. I was so fucking close to coming in my jeans.

The last time I’d had an uncontrolled orgasm was a few days away from my sixteenth birthday. Mrs. Bennington, a supply teacher. Newly qualified. Early twenties. A blonde bombshell who I reckoned modeled herself on Marilyn Monroe. She’d turned up to our class in a white blouse that clung to her ample boobs and a pencil skirt. The way her ass filled that skirt… Every student with a dick jizzed their pants. And those who said they hadn’t were gay or liars.

“Wedding day. Thoughts?”

Thoughts?

My thoughts werenotfor public consumption. My thoughts were of ripping that dress right down the front, pressing her up against the wall, having her wrap those delicious legs around my waist, and powering home where I fucking belonged.

Except, I didn’t belong there. I wouldneverbelong there. And I somehow had to come to terms with that fact.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

I rediscovered the ability to talk. “Like what?”

Jesus. My voice rasped like a forty-a-day man. If she didn’t know I was turned on before, she’d fucking know it now.

“Like you want to tear off my dress. Is this you practicing again? Because if you are, dang, Kingcaid, you might want to call Spielberg and have him put you in his next movie.”

“Practicing?” I blinked. “Yeah, sure. I’m practicing. Glad it convinced you.”

“Are you okay?” She peered at me. “Your cheeks are red.”

“They are? I guess it’s kinda hot in here.” I wafted my hand in front of my face.Hotdidn’t begin to describe it. I had a furnace in my pants.

“Kadon.”

I lifted my eyes to hers… and I could have sworn something passed between us. A spark of… desire.

No.

I’d imagined it.

Lee adored me, but as her best friend, not her lover. Not even as a one-night hookup.

“Kadon,” she repeated.

“What?”

Whether God had decided to save me from myself, or Lucifer was fucking with me, Noémie appeared from the back room, pins gripped between her teeth and a roll of tape in her hand. Oblivious to the sexual tension zinging through the air—at least from my side of the room—she crouched at Lee’s feet.

If Lee and I had shared a moment, then what did that mean? Was she starting to look at me differently? Or, far more likely, I was seeing what I wished were true rather than something thatwastrue.

“Five more minutes, chérie, and we are done.”

I already had been. Done to a crisp by the fire in my groin.

Chapter7

Kadon

Thank you, French air traffic controllers.

“You’re not goingto believe this.”

I sidled past Lee, giving Dash a wide berth. He might tolerate me most of the time, but it was almost as if he knew I was the one responsible for stealing his momma away for a few days. I’d seen this narrow-eyed look before. It said, “Watch out, ’cause I’m gonna slit your throat while you sleep.”

If the little shit ever grew opposable thumbs, I was doomed.

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