June

Hermes's brow lifts, showing a slow arch that carried both warning and amusement, with a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"Miss Alexander," he murmurs with that dark silk voice. "I thought we were being professional."

I shake my head, closing the space between us until his scent and heat surrounded me. My hand brush his bulging cock as I tilt up. "This is me being professional."

Before he could scoff, I drag his zipper down. The sound spills into the quiet, a sin in itself. His gaze ...