Page 52 of Enemies Off Camera
“Hmm?” I’m entranced by the look in his eyes.
He takes my chin between his index finger and thumb.
I blink, hard.
Because in this moment, it feels like a dream—his lips inching closer to mine.
And I’ll let him kiss me.
I want it.
I want itso badly.
I even close my eyes to receive it.
“Breakfast is in the kitchen,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing my mouth.
When I open my eyes, he’s staring—holding himself back.
Is this a game?
Is heteasingme?
“Was there something on my chin?” I ask, voice echoing through the mostly empty room as I push his fingers away.
And then—he does it.
Jaxon’s warm, wet mouth presses into mine.
His tongue sweeps inside, and suddenly my head feels light, like it’s drifting off my shoulders.
Our tongues tangle—slow, sensual.
My nipples tighten.
My skin heats.
This is…
“Uh…” he groans, breaking the kiss. “Shit.”
I don’t know what to do next.
I didnotimagine this happening today—but now it’s happened, and it’s thrown everything off.
Or… itcould, if I let it.
I scramble to my feet.
Straighten my sweats.
Stand tall.
Determined to pretend that kiss—even though it’s still echoing through every part of me—never happened.
“Um… where’s my office?” I ask, dazed.
“Next door,” he says, still on the floor, not moving an inch.
