~Hermes~

Fuck.

No woman has ever threaten me with a "Kiss" before.

Kiss.

The word slices through me. My cock 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 fucking 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 ...