As he came closer, more things became apparent.
The five o’clock shadow on his chin.
He’d shaved either this morning or last night, and now all he had left of his beard was a little stubble.
Sexy stubble.
Sexy lips, too.
Kissable, sexy lips that were so stupidly plump.
Women would pay good money for those lips.
He lifted his hand and scratched the small cleft in his chin and that’s when I saw the other new addition.
He was wearing a ring.
A bold, black ring on his left ring finger that he was turning around with his fingers as he walked toward us holding…
The asshole was holding the lunch he’d forced me to bring him this morning.
He grinned when the doors opened automatically, revealing me standing toward the far wall.
Tanny got up from her usual seat at the desk, and I watched her walk toward him, holding out a plate of cookies as if she was Vanna White.
My entire world rocked in the next moment.
He didn’t spare her a single glance as he walked right up to me, stopped directly in front of me, and reached for my face with one hand.
I gasped when his rough hand closed around my chin and he dragged me toward him.
Literally, there was nothing that I could do but follow his silent order.
His mouth closed over mine, and I forgot how to stand.
My knees went weak and the only thing that was holding me up was the wall at my back.
His tongue was wet and warm, and everything that I’d ever thought it would be.
His lips were soft. His stubble was prickly. His hand was strong.
His body was hard all over—though that might’ve been the Kevlar vest that he was wearing, too.
My pussy was instantly drenched, and if I wasn’t currently at work, I might’ve thrown myself at him like those women do in movies that haven’t seen their men in days.
I’d always known that Gentry would be off the charts.
But I’d never thought I would find out…
“Thanks for bringing me lunch,” he growled as he pulled away from my lips, still holding onto my face as he looked down into my eyes. “Was hoping that I could warm it up in your microwave, though.”
I swallowed hard.
“Yeah, sure,” I croaked.
I could see my dazed expression in his mirrored shades.
He took them off, and I was presented with…
