CLOSE the DOOR

Handwritten story

He went through his email, but one story was still missing. He looked up when he heard a knock on his door. He was surprised when he saw you at the door of his office. Now, more than ever, he was glad of his rule - the door is always open. You became a threat to him from the very first meeting. Especially your look that he caught on his body. Books have always interested him more than people. And so it was. Before he met your eyes. Hell, he restrained himself every time he was alone with you, so as not to pounce on you like a predator.

“Knock knock,” you said with a smile and went inside the office.

“Oh hi,” Namjoon said as he took off his glasses. “I was just about to call you. I didn’t see your story.”

“That’s exactly why I came,” you laughed. “I hope you don’t mind if the story is written by hand, and not electronically?”

“Handwritten” Namjoon looked at you in surprise. “You never cease to amaze me. I forgot the last time I read a handwritten story,” he laughed as you placed the document envelope on his desk. He took the envelope, but you put your hand on top of his hand, stopping him. You leaned slightly over the table, squeezing his hand tighter.

He met your gaze and heat passed through his body. His jaw tightened at your proximity. “About the story…” You chuckled and shook your head… “Never mind…” You let go of his hand and walked out of his office without another word. Oh, and what do you want me to do with you, he fell helplessly, resting his head on the table. He moaned softly, still feeling the coldness of your hand on his skin.

. . .

He felt tired when he got home. He poured himself a whiskey as he sat down in his favorite armchair next to the bookcase. He turned his eyes to the shelves of books, deciding what to read to him on this good evening. He returned his gaze to the entrance, where his bag was. By the way, about that need to be reading, he thought, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the bag and took out the envelope you handed him. Interesting, he whispered as he returned to his chair. Wow, he sighed as he pulled out your manuscript. You were obviously passionate about writing this story, he thought, looking at the number of pages.

 《The girl couldn't decide whether to run away or fall to her knees begging for mercy when she met with such a profound gaze. His eyes were the same as his voice, not giving even a hint that you can be saved. The girl looked around the room, and did not understand why everyone around was so cheerful and relaxed in the presence of such an intimidating man...》

 Namjoon leaned back in his chair, inhaling deeply. He chuckled, knowingly he was afraid of you not in wain, cause you saw right through him.

 《Why is it that every minute that this man was around, the desire to kneel before him prevailed over the desire to run away? Perhaps the whole point is in his sexual body, which promises the most sinful pleasures that existed in this world.

She doubted he'd deliberately chosen those perfectly fitting jeans and thin T-shirt that exposed his firm abs to exaggerate his lower body. But he put them on, and now she was lost in fantasies, where with her lips she caressed that refined cavity that lies between smooth skin and gracefully protruding femur ...

She put everything on the line by coming to his office at night and kneeling in front of this man!..》

  He groaned softly, closing his eyes. Every line of your fantasy burned him from the inside. Heck, _______! He growled your name, gripping the pages tighter in his hand.

He was unable to stop himself, voraciously reading every sentence you wrote in your neat handwriting, squeezing his cock that was begging for attention through his pants. He slipped his hand into his pants and groaned softly as he ran his fingers down the length of his cock. His hand moved quickly, causing moans to escape from his chest. He closed his eyes, letting the last page fall to the floor. He was completely lost in your fantasy. He well remembered the evening when he saw you in front of his office. He then stopped around the corner watching you hesitate as you approached and retreated back to his office door. He wanted to say hello to you, but you turned and left before he could.

So that's why you were there, he groaned as he clung tightly to the arm of his chair. He could still feel your cold, thin fingers squeezing his hand. He cum hard loudly moaning your name. He took a deep breath as he took his hand out of his pants. He laughed... Namjoon, you are fully in shit!, he said to himself, looking at the scattered sheets of your manuscript at his feet