My confidence took a hike when we were less than a foot apart, and he didn’t even stop there. I felt my heart starting to race, I tensed up, and I quickly grew frustrated because I couldn’t read him.

Even attempting to look unfazed at this point…? Forget about it.

He leaned in slowly, bringing his rich, intoxicating scent with him, and grazed his nose along my neck.

I swallowed dryly. My pulse spiked. Lust exploded within me.

If he could play this off as banter, I was fuckin’ Santa Claus.

“You smell incredible.” His low, gravelly voice shook me to my goddamn core. Fuck me hard. He slid his hands up my arms, then to my sides, and he tilted his face toward mine. A soft rasp emanated from me as his silver stubble met my two-day-old scruff. Then his mouth ghosted over my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. “Don’t call me King, Anthony. You have the rawest, most gorgeous voice, and I want to hear my name.”

“Jesus,” I breathed out.

No more banter. He didn’t joke about Jesus not being his name. Instead, he closed the distance and brushed his lips over mine. He applied the barest amount of pressure, just enough for me to get a better feel of his warm lips.

My surrender was immediate. I kissed him back without an ounce of thought. There just wasn’t an alternative. He’d reeled me in all fucking day. Hell, he’d been the object of my fantasies since I’d started following him online.

He deepened the kiss and squeezed me to him, and I had to get my hands on his chest. His chest, his shoulders, his neck, up in his hair—my fucking God, his hair felt soft between my fingers. I tugged it a little as I angled myself to taste him properly, and the second I felt his tongue against my own, I thought I was going melt right there in his arms.

Before I knew it, my back hit a wall, and he started kissing me hungrily.

It was drugging, feeling the softness of his lips in the most demanding kiss.

He was hard everywhere else—and pressing up against me in the best way.

My lungs burned for air, and I just couldn’t give a damn.

When he slowed down the kiss, I wasn’t ready.

“Don’t stop yet,” I said, breathing too heavily.

He smiled against my lips and gave me a deep, toe-curling, seductive kiss, his tongue sliding along mine and snaking around it, which only made me picture what it would be like to feel that tongue on my cock.

“Fuck me.” I groaned at the direction of my thoughts. “The shit I’m imagining now is the last thing I need if I wanna focus tonight.”