Loving The JEON

CHAPTER 60:-

"Your cheek is pink from the baize," he murmurs, rubbing my face tenderly. "How was that?" His eyes are wide and cautious.

"Teeth-clenchingly good," I mutter. "I like it rough, Jungkook, and I like it gentle, too. I like that it's with you."

He closes his eyes and hugs me even tighter.

Jeez, I'm tired.

"You never fail, Lisa. You are beautiful, bright, challenging, fun, sexy, and I thank divine providence every day that it was you that came to interview me and not Rosenna Kavanagh." He kisses my hair. I smile and yawn against his chest. "I'm wearing you out,"

he continues. "Come. Bath, then bed."

We are both in Jungkook's bath, facing each other chin-deep in foam, the sweet scent of jasmine enveloping us. Jungkook is massaging my feet, one at a time. It feels so good it should be illegal.

"Can I ask you something?" I murmur.

"Of course. Anything, Lisa, you know that."

I take a deep breath and sit up, flinching only slightly.

"Tomorrow - when I go to work - can Sawyer just deliver me to the front door of the office then pick me up at the end of the day? Please, Jungkook. Please," I plead.

His hands still as his brow creases. "I thought we agreed," he grumbles.

"Please," I beg.

"What about lunchtime?"

"I'll make myself something to take from here so I don't have to go out, please."

He kisses my instep. "I find it very difficult to say no to you," he mutters as if he senses this is a failing on his part. "You won't go out?"

"No."

"Okay."

I beam at him. "Thank you." I lean up onto my knees, sloshing water everywhere, and kiss him.

"You're most welcome, Miss Manobal. How's your behind?"

"Sore. But not too bad. The water is soothing."

"I'm glad you told me to stop," he says, gazing at me.

"So is my behind."

He grins.

I stretch out in bed, so tired. It's only ten thirty, but it feels like three in the morning. This has to be one of the most exhausting weekends of my life.

"Didn't Ms. Acton provide any nightwear?" Jungkook asks, his voice laced with disapproval as he stares down at me.

"I have no idea. I like wearing your T-shirts," I mumble sleepily.

His face softens, and he leans over and kisses my forehead.

"I need to work. But I don't want to leave you alone. Can I use your laptop to log in to the office? Will I disturb you if I work from here?"

"S'not my laptop." I drift.

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The alarm clicks on, startling me awake with the traffic news. Jungkook is still asleep beside me. Rubbing my eyes, I glance at the clock. Six thirty - too early.

It's raining outside for the first time in ages, and the light is muted and mellow. I'm cozy and comfortable in this vast modern monolith with Jungkook at my side. I stretch and turn to the delicious man beside me. His eyes spring open and he blinks sleepily.

"Good morning." I smile and caress his face, leaning down to kiss him.

"Good morning, baby. I usually wake before the alarm goes off," he murmurs in wonder. "It's set so early."

"That it is, Miss Manobal." Jungkook grins. "I have to get up." He kisses me, and then he's up and out of bed. I flop back against the pillows. Wow, waking up on a school day next to Jeon Jungkook. How did this all happen? I close my eyes and doze.

"Come on, sleepyhead, get up." Jungkook leans over me. He's shaved, clean, fresh - Hmm, he smells so good - in a crisp white shirt and black suit, no tie - the CEO is back.

Holy Moses, he looks good like this, too.

"What?" he asks.

"I wish you'd come back to bed."

His lips part, surprised by my come-on, and he smiles almost shyly. "You are insatiable, Miss Manobal. As much as that idea appeals, I have an eight thirty meeting, so I have to go shortly."

Oh, I've slept for another hour or so . Shit. I leap out of bed, much to Jungkook's amusement.

I shower and dress quickly, wearing the clothes I set out yesterday: a fitted, gray pencil skirt; pale-gray silk shirt; and high-heeled black pumps, all care of my new wardrobe. I brush my hair and carefully put it up, then wander out to the great room, not really knowing what to expect. How am I going to get to work?

Jungkook is sipping coffee at the breakfast bar. Mrs. Jones is in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon.

"You look lovely," Jungkook murmurs. Wrapping an arm around me, he kisses me under my ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Mrs. Jones's smile. I flush.

"Good morning, Misss Manobal," she says as she places pancakes and bacon in front of me. "Oh, thank you. Good morning," I mumble. Jeez - I could get used to this.

"Mr. Jeon says you'd like to take lunch with you to work. What would you like to eat?"

I glance at Jungkook, who is trying very hard not to smirk. I narrow my eyes at him.

"A sandwich... salad. I really don't mind." I beam at Mrs. Jones.

"I'll rustle up a packed lunch for you, ma'am."

"Please, Mrs. Jones, call me Lisa."

"Lisa." She smiles and turns to make me tea.

Wow... this is so cool.

I turn and cock my head at Jungkook, challenging him - go on, accuse me of flirting with Mrs. Jones.

"I have to go, baby. Taylor will come back and drop you at work with Sawyer."

"Only to the door."

"Yes. Only to the door." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Be careful, though."

I glance around and spy Taylor standing in the entranceway. Jungkook stands and kisses me, grasping my chin.

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