"Leda, I've missed you like crazy!"

And with that, York pulled her into a passionate French kiss.

Leda, being no stranger to this, responded in kind.

Truth be told, she had missed him too...

York's hands started to wander underneath her shirt, growing bolder by the minute.

But eventually, Leda stopped him.

"Hmm?" York looked puzzled.

"Not here, let's go home first."

Those words were all it took. York floored the gas pedal, turning a twenty-minute drive into a ten-minute dash.

As soon as the apartment door clicked shut, their eyes met, and they were kissing again.

They tangled their way to the bedroom.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, but neither cared.

An hour later, Leda got up and headed to the bathroom, her every movement exuding a lazy, seductive charm.

York lay back against the headboard, his muscular chest on display. "Where you going?"

"Taking a shower."

lie with me

all sweaty,

adoration. "You don't stink. Your sweat smells

"That's not my

was momentarily at a loss for

was already back in

shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the satisfaction on his

me you're

She nodded, matter-of-factly. "Yep."

had work tomorrow, and she couldn't

me for?" York asked, his

an eyebrow, turning back to him

off the bed, slowly advancing towards her. "You sleep with me and then just

my place like

a

to explain

you just using me

frustration with a kick at the footstool, sending

had intended to handle this civilly,

you

taken aback.

have nothing

trembling with

pretend to be a couple. In private, we're just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr. Gibson, with all your experience, you understand

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