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shoulder, and her eyes glimmer at the camera.
    When I see their picture, a bothersome feeling sweeps through me and I try to understand. Jealousy? You have to be kidding me. I don’t do that kind of crap.
    Suddenly I am dead tired. That’s messed up. I want this day to be done. I want to delete from my mind the intimacy I saw humming in between Will and his wife. I want to evict the sound of his voice, sweet and lovely, when he answered her call.
    What the hell is with me today?
    I need to taste him, that’s the only way to exorcise the aching burning inside my chest.
    “Yeah, I am coming home today,” he says. “Really?” he goes on. “I’m sorry, baby; I guess your morning sickness is one of the bad ones. I promise a foot massage when I get home, ’K.” He pauses. “Listen, I’ve got to go, see you soon.” Another pause, “Love you too.”
    He comes back, “Ready?” He tosses his unfinished sandwich in the trash can and glances at his watch.
    “Sure.” I rise from my seat.
    “I will have you out of here in no time.” He marches back toward the shop.
    “Ouch, that eager to rid of me, huh?” I half joke, following him, and doffing the hideous gown as I go.
    He comes to a halt, turns abruptly, and we are inches apart. Oh, yes, I grin inwardly. This is my only chance. I’ve learned one lesson in my vain existence: carpe diem.
    With trembling fingers, I stroke the chiseled muscles of his chest. I stand on my tiptoes, my hands reach up, and I clasp his face, drawing him to me.
    Our lips collide. His tongue hungrily skims over my lips, and then enters my open mouth, caressing my tongue, and intensifying the contact. Flames, his lips are set on fire.
    He bends his knees, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. My body molds to his. He groans. The flames spread, consuming us.
    We are all hands, touching. His taut lips slide across my cheeks as he kisses, bites, and sucks his way down my neck to my naked shoulder, and then he returns to my lips.
    He pulls me closer. I feel his arousal against my abdomen. My heart pounds, my core muscles clench. His arms fasten around me so tight that I think he is going to break my ribcage.
    I’ve never felt such a yearning for anybody before. Is it from the earlier tension or anticipation? Maybe both. This is beyond a physical urge; I want to obliterate the abyss of my soul.
    Desperate for more of him, I reach for his belt. He perceives my intention, pulls away, and his long fingers grab my wrists and stop me. Breathing labored, he steps back, placing some distance between us.
    I am flushed, I am needy, and, for a moment, the rejection stamped on his face makes me vulnerable.
    His eyes burn into mine, revealing raw desire, but he takes a ragged breath, and wrenches his eyes away.
    “This is a mistake.” He drops my wrists. “It is not worth it.” Shaking his head, he whispers to himself. Without another word, he marches to the bathroom, banging shut the door.
    I grimace. My heart warps under the sting of his words. I know I am worthless, but it hurts like hell to hear it. Growing up, rejection from both my parents was so much more than an acquaintance. It was a constant. However, I have never been sexually rejected before.
     

 

     
     

     
    A shudder runs through my body. I rake a shaking hand through my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see how wild and aroused I am. The lack of self-control scares the heck out of me.
    Recognizing my wild expression, I swallow hard. I will not stray from the vow I made.
    “Damn it.” I close my eyes, trying to ease my erratic breathing. Every inch of me wants to succumb and bury myself inside her. I lower my head under a jet of cold water from the sink faucet, allowing the flow to run through my hair. I need to be rid of this primal urge to make her mine.
    Deep down, I realize the fire is too intense. I can’t do anything about it. Correction. I won’t do anything about it.
     
     

     
    As I climb on the