The CEO's Lawyer | Jeon Jungkook

Epilogue

The Jeon Corporation managers gathered in the sleek conference room for a crucial meeting regarding the release of their highly anticipated new product. Hana tried to focus on the discussion, her face exuding concentration. However, beneath the surface, her mind was awry, plagued by thoughts that had nothing to do with the presentation.

Amidst the serious atmosphere, a particular man  was applying pressure on Hana's wetness. He seemed to know how to get under her skin and her skirt, caressing her folds of desire and fondling the nerves inside her. She struggled to maintain composure, biting the insides of her cheeks to suppress a moan.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handles of her chair, trying to keep herself from losing control. But as Jungkook's actions intensified, her walls clenched around his metaphorical fingers, announcing the arrival of her climax. Frustratingly, he pulled away, leaving her unsatisfied and letting out a groan of discontent.

Hana glared at Jungkook, who wore a mischievous smirk on his face. He relished in teasing her, but she couldn't let him have the upper hand. Finally, Jimin, another manager, announced the conclusion of the meeting, prompting everyone to start gathering their belongings and leave the room.

As the others exited, Jungkook kept his gaze fixed on Hana, who didn't spare him a single glance as she prepared to leave. He knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, but her silence left him wondering if he had pushed things too far this time. "Did I cross the line?" he thought, reflecting on his actions.

When everyone had left the room, Hana headed for the door. But Jungkook couldn't let her go so easily. He called out to her from behind, hoping for a chance to talk, but she didn't turn around. Once at the door, she locked it and then turned back to face him, her expression conveying a mix of determination and desire.

Jungkook recognized that look on her face, and all he could manage was a whisper, "Fuck." He knew that the game had just taken an unexpected turn.

Hana walked back toward Jungkook, her steps deliberate and purposeful. In her hands, she held a remote control and used it to close the windows, creating an intimate atmosphere in the now private space. Without a word, she tossed the remote aside, no longer needing any distractions.

Standing between his legs, her demanding eyes fixed on Jungkook, she started to undo the buttons of her well-fitted blouse. Each button released heightened anticipation, both for her and for him. The tension in the room was palpable as she let the fabric fall open.

"My turn," she finally spoke, her voice dripping with allure as she slowly grazed her fingers on his thighs. Jungkook couldn't believe the effect this woman had on him. He moaned her name, "Hanaa," the yearning evident in his voice.

"Come again?" Hana asked teasingly, perking her eyebrows and raising her knee to touch his clothed erection. He struggled to find the right words amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "Mrs. Jeon," he managed to say in between his moans.

A wicked smirk spread across Hana's face.