Marvin doesn't give me a chance to breathe. The kiss is brutal and possessive, a total takeover of my senses that tastes of expensive whiskey and raw authority. His tongue is a heavy, even weight that demands my total surrender. I am lost in the heat of him, my hands clenching the fabric of his shirt as if it’s the only thing keeping me from falling off the edge of the world.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and dilated. "You've been holding your breath for six months, haven't you?" he rasps, his voice a low vibration that I feel in my very bones. "Every time I asked for a file, every time I stood too close behind you at the copier... you were waiting for this."
"Yes," I whisper, the truth finally spilling out of me like a broken dam. "I was waiting."
He growls, a
