FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

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JIMIN POV

I'm restless.

He has been holed up in the onboard study for over an hour.

I have tried reading, watching TV, sunbathing fully dressed sunbathing but I can't relax and I can't rid myself of this edgy feeling.

After changing into shorts and a T-shirt, I remove the ludicrously expensive bangle and go to find Taylor.

"Mr Jeon." he says, startled from his Anthony Burgess novel.

He's sitting in the small salon outside Jungkook's study.

"I'd like to go shopping."

"Yes sir." He stands.

"I'd like to take the Jet Ski."

His mouth drops open. "Erm." He frowns, lost for words.

"I don't want to bother Jungkook with this."

He represses a sigh. "Mr. Jeon I don't think boss would be very comfortable with that and I'd like to keep my job."

Oh, for heaven's sake!

I want to roll my eyes at him but I narrow them instead, sighing heavily and expressing, I think the right amount of frustrated indignation that I am not mistress of my own destiny.

Then again, I don't want him mad at Taylor or me, for that matter.

Striding confidently past him, I knock on the study door and enter.

Jungkook is on his BlackBerry, leaning against the mahogany desk. He glances up.

"Andrea, hold please" he mutters down the phone, his expression serious.

His gaze is politely expectant.

Shit.

Why do I feel like I've entered the principal's office?

This man had me in handcuffs yesterday.

I refuse to be intimidated by him, he's my husband damn it.

I square my shoulders and give him a broad smile.

"I'm going shopping."

"I'll take security with me."

"Sure, take one of the twins and Taylor, too." he says and I know that whatever's happening is serious because he doesn't question me further.

I stand staring at him, wondering if I can help.

"Anything else?" he asks.

He wants me gone. Crap.

"Can I get you anything?" I ask.

He smiles his sweet shy smile.

"No baby, I'm good." he says.

"The crew will look after me."

"Okay." I want to kiss him.

Hell, I can he's my husband.

Strolling purpose-fully forward, I plant a kiss on his lips, surprising him.

"Andrea, I'll call you back." he mutters.

He puts the BlackBerry down on the desk behind him, pulls me into his embrace and kisses me passionately.

I am breathless when he releases me. His eyes are dark and needy.

"You're distracting me."

"I need to sort this, so I can get back to my honeymoon." He runs an index finger down my face and caresses my chin, tilting my face up.