{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.
Waiting by the elevators, we are joined by two middle-aged couples. When the doors open, Taehyung takes my elbow and steers me to the back.
I glance around, and we're surrounded by dark smoked-glass mirrors. As the other couples enter, one man in a rather unflattering brown suit greets Taehyung.
"Kim," he nods politely. Taehyung nods in return but is silent.
The couples stand in front of us, facing the elevator doors. They are obviously friends - the women chat loudly, excited and animated after their meal. I think they're all a little tipsy. As the doors close, Taehyung briefly stoops down beside me to tie his shoelace. Odd, his shoelaces aren't even undone.
Discreetly he places his hand on my ankle, startling me, and as he stands his hand travels swiftly up my leg, skating deliciously over my clothed skin - whoa - right up. I have to stifle my gasp of surprise as his hand reaches my backside. Taehyung moves behind me.
Oh my. I gape at the people in front of us, staring at the backs of their heads. They have no idea what we're up to. Wrapping his free arm around my waist, Taehyung pulls me to him, holding me in place as he pops open the button of my pants and unzips them. His fingers explore. Holy fucking shit... in here?
The elevator travels smoothly down, stopping at the fifty-third floor to let some more people on, but I am not paying attention. I am focused on every little move his fingers make. Circling around my pelvis...now moving downward, questing, as we shuffle back.
Again I stifle a groan when his fingers find their goal.
"Always so ready, Mister Jeon," he whispers as he smoothly wraps his big hand around my cock. My tip leaking pre-cum. I squirm and gasp. How can he do this with all these people here?
"Keep still and quiet," he warns, murmuring in my ear.
I'm flushed, warm, wanting, trapped in an elevator with seven people, six of them oblivious to what's occurring in the corner. His hand slides up and down my girth, again and again. My breathing. Jeez, it's embarrassing. I want to tell him to stop... and continue...and stop. I sag against him, and he tightens his arm around me, his erection against my hip.
We halt again at the forty-fourth floor. Oh... how long is this torture going to continue? Up.. down... up... down... Subtly I grind myself against his persistent fingers. After all this time of not touching me, he chooses now! Here! And it makes me feel so - wanton.
"Hush," he breathes, seemingly unaffected as yet two more people come aboard. The elevator is getting crowded. Taehyung moves us both farther back so that we're now pressed into the corner, holding me in place and torturing me further. He nuzzles my hair. I'm sure we look like a young couple in love, canoodling in the corner, if anyone could be bothered to turn round and see what we're doing... And he dips a finger in my slit.
