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Along with fucking a stranger. Well, I accomplished two goals. Yay me.
“Wow. Maybe your father’s death did you some good. I know that sounds blasphemous, but you needed a kick in the pants.”
“Oh, I got that as well.”
“Meaning what?” Elizabeth pressed. “I know that voice. That’s the I’m-a-good-girl-but-did-something-wrong voice.”
“Very funny.” But she was right. I fiddled with my cup, staring at the waning afternoon sun, able to see a cactus from my window. “I met a man on the train.”
“Ooh la la. I hope you spoke to him.”
“Jesus. I wouldn’t be telling you this if I hadn’t spoken to him and…” Why was I embarrassed? I was a grown woman, for God’s sake. I could do anything I wanted to. As long as it was within reason and not against the law.
“And? Come on. I need the juicy details,” she prodded.
I shifted the almost empty glass back and forth across the little table, ashamed I’d left before he’d awakened. Maybe we could have shared breakfast in bed. Oh, who was I kidding? It was a two-night stand on a train and nothing more. “I might have spent the night with him.” I refused to tell her how many times we’d shared blistering passion. She’d think I was nuts.
She coughed, then started to choke.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but laugh. I could only imagine what was racing through her wicked mind.
“Wait. Wait. Let me get this straight. You slept with a stranger on a train?”
“I did.”
“Where? In the middle of a row of seats with other passengers around?” Elizabeth scoffed.
“No, silly. We both have luxury sleeper suites. I just happened to find myself in his.” No, he’d dragged me there, almost tossing me over his shoulder, acting like a big he-man who took his woman whenever he wanted.
And I’d loved it.
The taste of him.
The rough sex.
The harsh spanking.
The wild passion.
Whew. I was already hot and wet. Again. My lurid thoughts were becoming ridiculous.
“Someone killed my best friend after cloning her. Where is the conservative woman who shoves aside every single man who even dares to ask her to dance when I can drag her out to a club?”
“She’s here. Right here.” Her bottom aching and her pussy wet. I refused to tell her just how far down the kinky rabbit hole I’d gone. She’d likely try to convince me to see a shrink.
“O-kay. So what is this sexy man like? I assume he’s hot and buff?”
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning in remembrance of the pleasure we’d shared. “He’s without a doubt the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He’s six foot five, carved to perfection with a square jaw that could chisel the finest stone. He had dreamy eyes the color of the Aegean Sea, soft lips meant for kissing all night long. And he’s covered in gorgeous ink.”
Her heavy breathing brought me back to reality, doing my best to shove the ridiculous fantasy away. “Oh, my. What about his cock?”
“Is that all you think about?”
“Um, it is important. Some big guys have teensy tiny dicks,” she insisted.
“Not Phoenix. His cock is long, thick, and delicious.”
“Phoenix?” Why had her tone of voice changed?
