"Have I ever told you how sexy you sound reading someone their Miranda rights?"
Chantelle throws her head back against his shoulder with laughter. "No, but you have now."
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a rookie nypd detective and a famous korean private investigator must...
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The couple has to quiet their giggles as they head upstairs, trying their best not to disturb anyone who may be sleeping.
Once they get to her room and close the door, they instantly start stripping off their clothes.
Chantelle lies back on the bed when she's fully undressed, eager to have Taehyung on top her. But to her surprise, he walks around the bed and climbs on behind her. "What are you doing?"
"Trying something new. Sit up and come over here."
Soon enough, they are positioned so that Taehyung is sitting with his back against the headboard and Chantelle's back is against his chest. She can feel every inch of his skin on hers.
She sucks in a breath when his fingers trace small circles on her thighs. "What are you doing?" She asks once again.
Taehyung chuckles a bit and the feeling of his warm breath on the back of her neck makes her shiver a bit. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do." Her answer is instant.
"Then just relax and let me make you feel good."
She takes his advice, allowing her body go limp against his. Then she closes her eyes.
"There we go." Taehyung coos, pressing his lips to the top of her shoulder. He trails gentle kisses down her back until he reaches the long scar right in the middle of her shoulder blade. One of her biggest insecurities.
"Beautiful." He murmurs, running his fingers over the length of it. Then he kisses it too.
"Every piece of you is so beautiful." He continues, his lips moving to her neck. At the same time, his large hands find her hips. From there, they slide up her abdomen, caressing every inch of her skin.
Then he grabs handfuls of her breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. "Fuck.." Chantelle groans, her back arching and pushing her chest further into his touch.
"Feels good, hm?" He hums into the crook of her neck.
She's too out of it to answer. For so long, she has craved his touch. And now she finally has it.
One hand toys with her nipple while the other drifts down to her lower stomach.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
Chantelle does it without question and his his fingers start to explore between her thighs. He rubs at her clit, making her cry out.
"You gotta be quiet, there are people in the other room." Taehyung warns softly.
"Well, you're not making it easy." She pants, her hips bucking up at a particularly rough brush of his fingers.
"Oh, I know." Chantelle rolls her eyes at his answer, practically able to hear the smirk in his voice. But before she can toss out a smart-ass reply, he stops what he is doing and presses two fingers to her entrance.
