Chapter 89. Disagree to Agree

Hermes POV

Fuck.

No woman has ever threatened me with a “Kiss” before.

Kiss.

The word slices through me. My cock jerks against my zipper, and I force my palms flat against the bedspread to keep from dragging her down to me.

She’s standing close, but not close enough. Two fucking inches between us, enough that I can smell her perfume, see the rise of her breasts as her jacket slips off her shoulders. And I’m stuck here on the bed, looking up at her like she’s some goddess deciding whether or not to strike.

This is new, but I’m not surprised anymore, because it’s June.

Her lust-filled gaze is on my lips: The one thing she is forbidden to have.

I scoff, sharp, trying to mask the thrum in my blood.

“You think that’ll scare me?” I mutter, voice low, dangerous. “Kissing isn’t part of the deal, June.”

Her jaw ticks, eyes narrowing, heat radiating off her.

“Well, what if I want to add it?” she threatens, voice thick an