Page 13 of Sexploitation

I pull her body into mine, my mouth slamming into hers. The kiss is greedy and desperate, my last attempt to convince her not to run. This thing between us could be something real. But only if she gives it an honest chance. And that isn’t going to happen if I go upstairs with her tonight.

She rips her lips away from mine and gives me a lazy smile, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

“Thank you for a lovely evening. This has been the best night I’ve had in a long time,” I tell her, bracing myself for her reaction before continuing with, “But... I think it’s best if we say goodbye here.” Shock and disbelief dance across her gorgeous face as I place a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

As much as I’d like to spend the rest of the night finding out how many different orgasms I can give her, I can’t go into her apartment. Not tonight. The second I step into her apartment, it’s all over. There’s no way I’d be able to resist sinking inside her.

“What? No!” she squeals as I pull out of her hold. “What the fuck happened toyou’ll be panting and moaning, begging for more?” Anger colors her face, her hand shoving my shoulder. “I was promised the D, so you'd better deliver, or so help me God—”

“Oh, I’m going to deliver the D.” I chuckle. “Trust me... I’m going to make your body sing for me, Peach. As long as you keep your end of the deal and go on another date with me first.”

Her eyes flare with realization, her head shaking. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Elias. Not again.”

“This is your first lesson in patience, Peach,” I tease, inching away from her, my feet slowly taking small steps backward. “You’ll have to stick around a little longer if you want to get to the gratification part.”

“Go to hell, asshole,” she hisses, flipping me off before storming inside, the slamming door cutting off the stream of curse words still flowing out of her mouth.

Parker

The lightsat Josie’s house are still on when I pull into her driveway, angry chick music blaring from my car speakers. I’ve been driving around for the past thirty minutes, screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to rid myself of this feeling. But my skin is still tingling from Elias’s touch, a reminder of the things I let him do. Of the things I wanted him to do.

Son of a bitch.

He did it again. What is it they say? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I’m a fucking dumbass. I can’t believe I fell for this shit again. The motherfucker took me on what was hands down the best date I’ve ever been on and made my heart all fluttery with his pretty words. Then he dragged me into that alley and made my body fucking putty in his hands. I was ready to let him fuck me right there, not giving a damn who saw us. He had me so needy for him I even agreed to another goddamn date. Hell, I think I would’ve agreed to anything in that moment just to feel him inside me. And the bastard knew it. He totally played me.

I jump out of my car and storm up Josie’s front porch steps, not even bothering to knock before walking inside. “Josie!”

I’m not sure whether I came here to take my anger out on her or because I just really need my best friend right now. This man has me so completely mindfucked, I don’t know what to do.

After a quick check of the kitchen, I head down the hall, my feet stomping across the hardwood floors. “Where the fuck are you?” I scream through the house.

Josie pokes her head out the bedroom door, a towel pressed to her breast. “Parker? What’s wrong?”

“Get your ass out here.”

I hear August cursing in the background as she sighs. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

The door closes briefly again, then she steps out wearing a robe, her skin flushed. If I had to guess, she and August were mid-fuck. Not that I give a damn. Serves her right for setting me up with that bastard.

“My panties aren’t in a bunch because I’m not wearing any,” I tell her, following her into the living room. “Do you want to know why? Because I was supposed to be getting fucking laid tonight.”

“Supposed to?” Her brow furrows as she sits on the couch. “What happened?”

I continue pacing the floor, too worked up to sit. “Before or after he finger fucked me in an alley and made me come harder than I ever have?”

Her eyes widen, her lips pressed as she bites back a laugh. “Um, after? I think.”

“He fucking bailed again!” I shout, throwing my hands up then letting them fall back to my side with a smack. “That motherfucking teasing bastard left. Again!

“As soon as we got back to my apartment building, my night went to shit fast. He gave me another toe-curling kiss then told me he’d call me tomorrow, refusing to even walk me inside. I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly in my life. I’m starting to understand why the female praying mantises bite the heads off the males and eat them. Fuck men. They’re all assholes. Even thegoodones.”

“Okay... okay, wait,” she says, confusion still etched into her features. “I think I’m missing something. Did you go on the date? How was that?”

I stop and place a hand on my hip, leveling her with a stare that could kill. “Yes, we went on the date. And it was... it was...” My words trail off, my mind failing to think of a word that could properly describe it. I’ve never been much on dating, never understood why people are so hip on the idea. They’ve always seemed boring and mundane to me. Something you do before you get to the fun stuff. But tonight didn’t feel that way at all. “That’s not the point. The point is, he got me all worked up and didn’t follow through. The point is, he made me actually like him and then he pulled this shit.”

“So... you like him?”

Did I say that? Fuck, I did. That’s the second time tonight I’ve said more than intended. That fucking truth for a truth game. I’d only meant to tell him that Miss Adams inspired me to become a teacher. Then all that personal shit just came out of me like word vomit.

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