That’s it.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and shove him down.
He goes back against the table with a surprised laugh that dies when I keep my hands there, forcing him flat.
His eyes darken.
“Well,” he murmurs.“If you wanted me on my back, you could’ve just asked.”
I don’t answer.Instead, I reach for the tape, and circle the table slowly, deliberately.He follows me with his eyes the entire time, chest rising, smile tugging at his mouth like he'sthe one in control.
He's not.I am.
When I'm standing over his head, I lean down.
I'm Close.Too close.My lips hover inches from his, but I need to make a point.
He looks between my lips and my eyes, his chin tilting up ever so slightly, trying to close the gap.
He smirks.“Knew you’d crack.”
Without warning, I tape his mouth shut.
The sound is sharp.Final.
His eyes go wide—then immediately spark with amusement as I cut the strip of tape from the roll.
I stay right there, hovering over him.Then I pat his cheek patronizingly.“You don’t listen,” I murmur.“So now you’re on mute.”
He makes a muffled sound that feels suspiciously pleased.
“We clear?”
He shakes his head once.Slowly.
I smile in satisfaction, but before I can straighten, his hand comes up and curls around the nape of my neck, tugging me down just enough that our mouths collide—tape and all.
I kiss him back.
Harder.
It's absurd.It's desperate.It's possibly the most unprofessional thing I've ever done.
And I don't care.
His mouth is warm through the thin layer of adhesive, and when he groans against my lips, the vibration shoots straight through me.His fingers flex against my neck, sending shivers straight down my spine.His other hand lands on my hips, sliding up under the hem of my polo shirt only to find bare skin.
I make a sound.It's a half moan, half whimper that I'm sure I'll be embarrassed about it later, but he responds by raising his hand further up my waist.
That's when I pull away, breathless.“You areunbelievable.”
Too much.I gave away too much there.
His eyes are dark.Smiling, so I press down on the tape, making sure it's in place.
“Next time,” I say coolly, already stepping back, “listen when I talk.”
He nods.I should step away, but I can't stop looking at him.Jay's laid out on the table with his mouth taped shut, watching me.Only me.I can see the smirk growing on his lips even under the tape.
