My panic spiked as, in a split second, Ares' eyes moved, but I acted on impulse, smashing my lips against his in a hot kiss.
Making sure his eyes were closed, I used that opportunity to take out the flash drive and shoved it in my back pocket.
Ares retreated, keeping his gaze pinned on me as if trying to read me.
"God knows what Loki touched this time," I said.
Ares locked our lips again. This time, he took control, taking his time to shove his tongue into my mouth and invade every corner.
My muscles felt like melting into a puddle and let him ravage me, but a tightening feeling found my chest, so I had to pull him away.
It's absurd to presume that after that contact, I'm on the brink of pulverizing in his arms and telling him what's plaguing me.
The thought of going through something as dangerous as this... a flash drive in my back pocket that could potentially bring down his entire company, and meeting a stranger I wasn't sure would keep to their word.
