Page 47 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

“Why?”

Cause.

Just…cause.

He is giving me every chance to stop him. To turn my head. Shove him away.Resist him like a good girl because I AM AT WORK. THIS IS NOT PROFESSIONAL!

But I don’t push him away.

I don’t resist.

As much as I hate to admit it, I want him to keep kissing me.

I want him.

Not because he’s Gio Montagalo but because he’s so fucking sexy and sure of himself.

And so, when his lips brush against mine, tentatively to test the waters, I let him. In fact, my breath hitches with excitement and before I know it, I’m kissing him hungrily, hands instinctively reaching up to touch his face.

Stroke his cheeks.

My fingertips trail along the curve of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my smooth skin—a contrast between us that sends a shiver racing down my spine.

Yum…

His lips, soft yet demanding, press against mine with increasing fervor, coaxing me to respond in kind.

I tilt my head, giving in completely, and the world narrows to just this: the heat of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his stubble, the intoxicating taste of him.

Sweet, like candy.

My candy—the kind I keep on my desk for students to take.

The air between us is charged—electric—and I feel like I’m floating and free-falling both at the same time. My senses are flooded—his scent, the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his breathing mingling with mine.

Hot tongue.

Full lips.

When we break apart, gasping for air, I feel lightheaded, my lips tingling and swollen from the force of our connection. My chest rises and falls in uneven bursts, heart pounding so hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t leapt out of my rib cage.

The whole thing gives me butterflies.

“Whew,” I let out, doing my best to smile. As if I make out in my office on the daily, like—no big deal.

Gio straightens to his full height, his presence still commanding even as he steps back, and the wheels of my chair roll me gently into place.

“Think about it,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, his lips curling into a grin.

“Mmm?” I manage, voice shaky. I have betrayed myself and judging by the look he’s giving me, he is well aware.

Gio stands slowly, the absence of his warmth making me feel unmoored. Makes me want to yank him back and kiss him all over again…

“You know—us.”

“Us?” My head tilts to lookup, up, upat him, brows furrowing.

He grins down at me, that maddening, cocky smile that has my knees going weak even though I’m sitting.

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