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toward Victor and said close to his ear, “You’re a cock tease, you know that?”
    “Excuse me?” he mouthed back, his eyebrows crinkling.
    “You heard me,” I whispered.
    We both looked straight ahead as the professor turned her attention back to the class. We sat in silence as she droned on, then when she turned to the board again, Victor leaned close to my ear and said gruffly, “Well, you’ve got a dirty little mouth, you know that?” His breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine. I was instantly aroused, the blood rushing to my face and between my legs, but I tried to ignore the feeling and straightened my shoulders, trying to be the one in control. “Sorry I left you hanging,” he said, pulling away just as the professor turned toward us to warn against the use of too many adverbs in descriptive prose.
    When the professor called on a student with a question, I glanced at Victor, cocked an eyebrow, and whispered, “Don’t be. I had other options.”
    Victor cocked an eyebrow back at me. Then, taking some notes of what the professor had written on the board, he said under his breath, “What options were those?”
    “None of your business,” I whispered, also taking down notes.
    Victor stopped probing and I stopped sharing for the rest of the class. As soon as the class ended, I rose and headed for the door, but Victor grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. I wanted to resist, but my body submitted—as always—to his will and I turned around, an arm’s length away.
    Damn it! Why does he always get the best of me?
    There was a fluttering feeling inside me as I looked into his dark eyes.
    “You’re wearing an interesting outfit today,” Victor said, as he pulled me closer. I glanced around the emptying room. I had an overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around him, plant my mouth onto his neck, and make him groan with pleasure. But I didn’t.
    “What do you care?” I said, trying to pull away. Victor let me create some space between us, but he didn’t let go of my wrist, which he held firmly by his side. 
    “Believe me, I care,” he said, staring at me intently. “And what do you mean you had other options?”
    “Are you seriously going to give me the third degree right now?” I demanded, my temper flaring up. “You’re the one who ditched me, remember? God, you’ve got some nerve.” I wriggled my wrist around. “Let me go.”
    Victor held on.
    “You’re right,” he said, his voice softer. “I’m sorry. But I did say ‘Maybe next time.’ Maybe this is next time, angel.” I watched him as his eyes took me in again. Suddenly, with my body on display in my skimpy outfit, I felt naked under his gaze. I could see desire in his eyes and my pulse quickened.
    “Don’t call me that,” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “I’m not an angel.”
    I saw Victor’s eyes flash. He hesitated for a moment and glanced around the room. We were the only two left. Then he pulled on my wrist, wrapped my arm around his back and drew me close. He held my hand there, my arm embracing him as we stood chest to chest. I looked up at him, my heart pounding.
    “Prove it,” he whispered.
    His words thrilled me to the core—it was a challenge and an invitation, and my mind filled with the possibilities. I could push him onto that desk, straddle him, and take him; I could bend over the professor’s desk and let him take me from behind; I could, I could, I could…
    But nothing sounded so delicious than answering a challenge with a challenge. And as I looked into his eyes, I realized they were pleading. His words sounded like a challenge, but he was actually asking me—begging me, even—to give him permission to do what we both wanted. His desire was real, but he was giving me the choice, putting me in the position of power. I could walk away from him or show him exactly what I’ve been thinking of doing to him since day one. Suddenly all my frustration gave way to a powerful sense of freedom,