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messy, and uncontrolled; his kiss was bruising in its intensity. I moaned again into his mouth, my breasts pressing up against his chest. His mouth moved to my neck and I rolled my head to the side, gasping as his teeth grazed my sensitive skin. His hands traveled further down to my ass, feeling my every curve through the thin fabric of my dress. I felt a throbbing between my legs and I arched my back, aching for his hands to keep roaming, to keep exploring my body. I was at his mercy.
    “Victor,” I managed to say breathlessly. “Take me inside.”
    I was aching with desire, panting almost. But, as if I had cast some curse on the moment, his movements ground to a halt and he slowly pulled away. Cold air rushed into the space between us. When he spoke, his voice was raspy.
    “Ellen,” he said, resting his hands on my hips and looking into my eyes. “I can’t.”
    “Why not? I don’t care what other people say about you,” I said. We could both hear the urgency in my voice—I wanted him so badly.
    “You should care,” he said, his jaw set. At these words, I felt a thrill of fear, but I was reeling from the thoughts and images racing through my mind. I pushed away the fear, adamant.
    “But I don’t.” Victor, please don’t make me beg , I thought desperately . “I want you.”
    I put my hands on top of his still resting on my hips. I drew him closer. I knew my eyes must be burning with desire because I still felt the steady throbbing between my legs. “I promise I will make it worth your while.” 
    “Christ, Ellen,” he groaned. “You are fucking persuasive when you want to be.”
    He looked away, exhaled, and ran a hand through his hair. He seemed to be steeling himself. Then he looked down into my eyes.
    “I cannot go inside your apartment,” he said decisively. With that, he walked away from me, opened his car door, and slid onto the bench seat. I stood there, blinking in disbelief as I watched him.
    “Are you serious?” I asked, disbelieving. I could still feel myself below the waist throbbing with desire, for crying out loud.
    He started the car and revved the engine. Then he finally looked at me and gave me that devilish, crooked grin that always made my knees weak.
    “Maybe next time, angel,” he said. And then he drove off.
     

XIV. Mistake
    I fumed the next morning. I had fallen asleep drunk and frustrated after Victor’s tease the night before and woken up with a dull headache and a heavy heart. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. My thoughts were jumbled and unfocused.
    Just when it seemed like Victor and I were getting closer, he pushed me away. He was continually pursuing me and then rejecting me. What was this all about? Was it a game? I certainly never asked for it. As hot as Victor was, I’d never asked for his attention, had I?
    My thoughts wandered back to the night before, of Victor’s dark brown eyes and his lips on my mouth, of the way he had gently bit my lower lip and pulled it teasingly. I felt my heart drop and felt like crying.
    Wait, why would I cry for him? I’m not going to cry. I’m not sad, I’m angry!
    I shoved the covers out of the way and pushed myself out of bed. “Where’s my phone?” I demanded of the air.
    I found my phone in my purse and my thumb raced across the number pad as I keyed in my pin and accessed the call log. I tapped on the fourth number on the list. I hugged my body as I listened to the phone ring. Suddenly, Warren’s voice was at the other end.
    “Hey, buddy,” he said sleepily. “What’s up?”
    “Hey, buddy,” I said. I tried to sound casual, but I was burning with frustration and I almost spat out the words. “Want to come over?”
    “What, right now? It’s seven in the morning. It’s Saturday, isn’t it?”
    Suddenly I felt ashamed. Oh, god, what am I doing? I felt sorry for bothering Warren. He may just be a fuck buddy but he deserved to get as much sleep as the next guy. And he didn’t deserve to be used like