Leer completely ignored the urgency of the message from Sal. He had no reason to feel the same way about it as Max did, all he could think about was her voice. It even sounded like Catherine's voice. Leer didn't need any stronger indicator that he was on the right path. His sense of calm deepened. "Everything's going to be just fine," he said as he entered the bedroom, walked directly to Max and kissed her. She felt warm, safe and remarkably like she did when she had fantasized about being with Tommy. She was now thoroughly confused, and loving it. "Besides, Sal's after the juice, right?"Victor continued, " and we're trying a little different approach with Tommy." Sal might not like it right away, but I think it will work."
Max felt more than just a little self conscious and guilty that she had just been thinking about Tommy again when Victor said his name on the heels of kissing her. But, he couldn't have known, she was certain of that. Still, it had made her feel slightly deceptive, unfaithful and sexy all at once. It turned her on so much, in fact, that she forgot all about Sal and kissed Victor passionately, grinding into him, feeling him firmly against the place where she holsters her weapon. "You seem to have a knack for resurrection, Victor," Max moaned into his ear as she pulled him down on top of herself in the dark. As she did, her mobile phone buzzed another text from her father. Victor took the cell from her and held it tight against her, sending the vibration to the very spot still pulsing from their love-making. "Oh Victor, that is so wrong," she nearly giggled, throwing the phone over her shoulder and wrapping her legs around him.
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