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Jungkook is a powerful businessman, London returns, a brutal fighter, and born in a privileged Kim family. One project forced him to work and stay with his enemy, whose secrets he hid for a long time. He has only one piece of a page but wa...
Jungkook watched Yeri as she put her clothes back on. When she came into his office that evening, he had expected to feel anger, hatred, or some sort of primitive satisfaction. But this feeling of mad excitement and joy threw him off.
He now knew he definitely was a crazy bastard like she had called him a few weeks ago.
He didn't know what made him propose an affair with her, but he knew he wanted her.
He wanted her hands and mouth on him. He wanted to put his hands and mouth on her. He wanted to take her from the back, against the wall, and in every possible way he could. He wanted it to be rough and hard, then slow and gentle. And most of all, he simply wanted her.
"Come to a cottage with me tonight," he suggested. There was one that was close to the site, but far enough to offer them privacy.
She frowned. "I can't. I need to be home by seven in the morning. I have several other commitments. And also, I can't just leave my men here to go off with you."
"We can be back before dawn. It's less than thirty minutes away from here. And your men can babysit themselves during the night."
She shook her head, but her face indicated that she was tempted.
He got up from the bed and pulled her down on it. Her shirt was still unbuttoned. Dragging one of the cups of her bra down, he bent his head and sucked in a rosy nipple, until her smell and taste flooded his senses, heightening his excitement.
She gasped and moaned softly, clutching his hair and pulling him closer.
"Just the two of us with no one else to disturb us," he murmured before moving and pulling down the other cup to suck in the other peak.
"No hurried coupling, but a long night of sin. You can scream as loud as you want."
"I know you are trying to manipulate me into agreeing with you, Kim," she said huskily.
He raised his head and smiled. "Of course I am. I haven't even begun to have my fill of you," he said. "I've been thinking so much of us being together, and what I would do to you."
Her eyes heated. "You've been thinking about me?"
"Yes," he said. He put his nose on the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting the smell of roses fill his lungs. She threw her neck back, giving him more access. He ran his tongue over the length of her neck, causing her to shiver.
"Tell me you've been thinking about me," he demanded.
"I have," she admitted softly.
"Tell me how much," he insisted, placing a trail of bites from her neck to her chest.
"A lot," she said, clutching him.
"Then come with me tonight."
"I can't," she said. "After we address our people, I have to go home. I have a few other meetings tonight, and I'm taking my grandfather to the city for a small surgery tomorrow."
"I see." He felt disappointed that she wouldn't be at the site the next day.
She wiggled under him and pushed him away, until he fell next to her on the bed.
"Let's go," she said softly. The next shift is going to start soon. People must have started assembling."
She pulled her long hair in front of her and began adjusting her bra, looking tempting as hell.
She finished straightening completely. Then grabbing her phone and gun from the top of his desk, she went towards the door. Just before she opened it, she turned until he could see only her profile.
"I'll come to the cottage tomorrow night," she softly said before she left.
And just like that, as though he were a teen boy with his first crush, he couldn't wait for the next day to come. He hurriedly put on his clothes so he could stand next to her to address their people together.
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