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Do not think of licking the boss.
Just because the man was fine did not mean I needed to go there. Licking was off the table.
Taking a deep cleansing breath, I took the chance to look back at his moss-green eyes. "What exactly do you mean, Gabe? I saved our arses. You’re the one who seemed to like it." And there it was. Gauntlet thrown.
His nostrils flared. "You kissed me on a mission."
"We were about to be discovered, or did you miss that part? Because believe me, if I’d had a choice, I really would rather not," I lied smoothly.
"Here's the thing, Monarch. I kept going through everything in my mind, and there are a million ways to conceal your face. You know all of them. Hell, you trained half the female agents. You could have planted your face in my neck. Instead, you fully fucking kissed me."
"In case you missed the memo, these people were in a sex cult, right?"
"We didn't know the score until after with Amelia and her team."
"But you saw what was going on in that room with the bed. They weren't going to buy a little kissing-each-other's-necks situation, okay? And let's not forget something else," I said as I poked and jabbed him in the chest several times for emphasis.
The man did not move, and my fingers sort of hurt from the jab. But whatever.
"You kissed me back, arsehole."
"Arsehole? You kissed me first."
There came that purr-growl sound again. And this time, he was pressing his chest into me. "Really, Gabe? Attempting to intimidate a subordinate officer? Honestly, tsk-tsk, young man. You should know better."
"It’s not going to happen again, Tabatha. There's a whole list of things that will happen if it does, and you're not ready for any of them."
Oh yeah? What kind of things? I bet they are yummy things.
"Trust me, I don't want it to happen again. And let the record show that right now, you are the one touching me, sir."
"Fuck. Why are you such a goddamn pain in the arse?"
"Honestly, pushing your buttons is a fucking joy. If you could just pay me to do this all day I'd be very happy and fill out the employee survey as such the next time it comes around."
"Why the fuck are you like this? Why?”
"Like what?"
"Fuck this," he murmured and then slammed his lips to mine, again.
I froze.
The boulder that hit me was all heat and electricity. At first it was just his lips. But God, what he could do with his lips and his tongue. Holy fucking Christ. And then someone whimpered. God, that whimper sounded so pathetic and needy.
Hey you daft cow, that's you. You stupid twit, you're moaning. Stop moaning. Matter of fact, rip your lips away. Say stop. Make this go away.
I could have done all of those things. I just didn't. Instead, I turned further into the kiss. And then I made that sound again.
This time, he growled outright, his hand sliding over my arse as he pulled me up over the very large, very thick erection I’d patted down at the wedding. Mother of God, this was too good to be true. I would be shocked if he were working with anything less than ten inches.
Fuck a duck. Mka.
I should have screamed.
I should have punched him in the face.
Nope. Instead, I just melted into a puddle of hormones, and God help me, I wanted it to never end. Wanted him to take me right up against the wall and make me forget everything else around us.
