~Hermes~
Fuck.
No woman has ever threaten me with a "Kiss" before.
Kiss.
The word slices through me. My c**k jerks against my zipper, and I force my palms flat against the bedspread to keep from dragging her down to me.
She’s standing close, but not close enough. Two f*****g inches between us, enough that I can smell her perfume, see the rise of her breasts as her jacket slips off her shoulders. And I’m stuck here on the bed, looking up at her like she’s some goddess deciding whether or not to strike.
This is new, but I'm not surprised anymore, because it's June.
Her lust-filled gaze is on my lips: The one thing she is forbidden to have.
I scoff, sharp, trying to mask the thrum in my blood.
"You think that’ll scare me?" I mutter, voice low, dangerous. "Kissing isn’t part of the de
