GAMBIT. I was trying to get something done, and my fingers were racing over the keyboard as I searched through all the clutter left on the flash drive, when Adam felt it was the right moment to become a pain in the neck.He bent forward behind my chair, and his mouth almost touched the shell of my ear, and his voice was low and smooth as sin. He was well aware of what he was about.It was a game we loved to play. There were so many ways of torturing each other, before one of us broke. It was a battle of wits, a battle of restraint. But it was always the same outcome. One of us snapping at the other, pulling them into bed, or up against a wall, or across a desk.I wasn’t picky.And neither was he.Adam was patient, though, I’d give him that. He had the uncanny ability to make my pulse skyrocket with a mere look or even a touch of his fingers. By the time he ghosted his hand down my arm, I had to bite back a groan.“Not the time,” I muttered, though the right side of my mouth pulled up
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