𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟐 𖥸 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄

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Kim... it suits him. The name sounds vigorous, and judging by his persona, it matches almost perfectly. Considering Namjoon has the same last name, I can easily tell they each hold a lot of pride in themselves. I wonder how this little match will go.

The game starts soon, and the dealer checks his cards, too. Since the dealer doesn't have a blackjack, the game continues.

Namjoon calls hit, gaining another card from the dealer, but Taehyung calls stand, not taking any more cards. The two have to draw cards that are closer to twenty-one than the dealer without going over the set number.

My attention shifts from the intense game, becoming bored because it always ends up the same way with Namjoon beating the other player.

While they're playing, Taehyung keeps glancing at me, eyes darting directly to my breasts.

I smirk softly. Teasingly, I brush my fingertips over the tiniest bit of shown skin on my chest, biting my bottom lip ever so smoothly. The men around the table are stunned by my actions. It's so fun being the type of woman who has so much control over men.

Namjoon, of course, only laughs, reaching his hand upward from my thigh to gently squeeze one of my breasts in his palm, not caring at all who sees, and neither do I.

He stops the game momentarily, directing his attention to every man who wishes to be touching me the way he currently is.

"All of you are staring at my girl." Namjoon places his cards down and has his hand land back on my thigh with the other still cupping my breast.

I lean against him, letting him touch my body. I ease into his touch.

My eyes shut when his fingertips ghost higher up my thigh, coming closer to that one desirable spot that drives every woman mad with lust. It's a blessing and a curse. It makes craving for a simple touch from someone else crucial because it won't have the same effect if it's done by yourself.

Namjoon knows when and how to tease me—to leave me so weak in the knees that I'll want nothing more than to beg for him. But I'll never sink that low to beg for anyone. That doesn't mean there aren't times when I felt like abandoning my pride for the man.

He softly rubs against the fabric of my panties underneath my dress, carefully moving his fingers in a slow rhythm. His skilled hand moves in rotation around my clit, causing me to inhale sharply. My body moves forward, wanting him to finally plant his fingers right where I need them, but it's not that easy.

I bat my eyes when my chest begins to rise and fall a little faster, not necessarily from Namjoon but also from Taehyung. He's watching me so intensely it's driving me over the edge. He's a stranger, yet his eyes can mess with me where no man has ever come close. It's terrifying but exciting.

Namjoon might be touching me, but I know for a fact that Taehyung's practically fucking me with those risqué eyes of his.

"Kiss me," those two words erupt from behind me, which makes me snap out of my trance from the man in front of me. I tilt my head back to meet my partner's lips right on time, but while my lips are pressed against his, my eyes are once again locked on Taehyung's.

There's something about his aura that screams so many mixed signals: lust, mystery, loss, hope. These little snippets are evident in those brown eyes of his.