{BOOK TWO}...Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house.
But desire for Taehyung...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
Hmm.
Taehyung is nuzzling my neck as I slowly wake.
"Morning, baby," he whispers and nips at my earlobe. My eyes flutter open and close again quickly. Bright early morning light floods the room, and his hand is softly caressing my pecs, gently teasing me. Moving down he grasps my hip as he lies behind me, holding me close.
I stretch out beside him, relishing his touch, and feel his erection against my behind .
Oh my. A Kim Taehyung wake-up call.
"You're pleased to see me," I mumble sleepily, squirming suggestively against him. I feel his grin against my jaw.
"I'm very pleased to see you," he says as he skates his hand over my stomach and down to cup my manhood and explore with his fingers giving it a small squeeze. "There are definite advantages to waking up beside you, Mister Jeon," he teases and gently pulls me around so that I'm lying on my back.
"Sleep well?" he asks as his fingers continue their sensual torture. He's smiling down at me - his dazzling, all-special-drop-dead-male-model-perfect-teeth smile. He takes my breath away.
My hips begin to sway to the rhythm of the dance his fingers have begun. He kisses me chastely on the lips and then moves down my neck, nipping slowly, kissing, and sucking as he goes. I moan. He's gentle and his touch is light and heavenly. His intrepid fingers move down, and slowly he starts jerking me off, hissing quietly in awe. I move my hips up quickly to meet his movements
"Oh, Kook," he murmurs reverentially against my throat. "You're always ready." He moves his hand in time with his kisses as his lips journey leisurely across my clavicle and then down to my pecs. He torments first one, then the other nipple with teeth and lips, but oh-so-gently, and they tighten and lengthen in sweet response.
I groan.
"Hmm," he growls softly and raises his head to give me a blazing hazel-eyed look. "I want you now." He reaches over to the bedside table. He shifts on top of me, taking his weight on his elbows, and rubs his nose along mine while easing my legs apart with his. He kneels up and rips open the foil packet.
"I can't wait until Saturday," he says, his eyes glowing with salacious delight.
"Your party?" I pant.
"No. I can stop using these fuckers."
"Aptly named." I giggle.
He smirks at me as he rolls on the condom. "Are you giggling, Mister Jeon?"
"No." I try and fail to straighten my face.
"Now is not the time for giggling." He shakes his head in admonishment and his voice is low, stern, but his expression -holy cow - is glacial and volcanic at once.
