All Mine | Winrina

Chapter 23

MINJEONG

"Sorry, I was looking around," I mumble, trying to walk away, but she grabs my arm and pulls me into her office, closing the door and pinning me against. 

"Why do you always do that?" She whispers.

I wiggle my wrist, trying to get out of her firm grip, but she looks at me with more intensity.

"Do what?" I mumble.

"Talking to me like I'm a stranger," she says, her face moving close to mine.

"I don't do that," I say, trying my best to not stutter.

"Then why haven't we been talking?" She licks her lips, her eyes traveling down to my lips.

"You've been busy," I answer, and she tilts her head.

"I still see you at the house," she says and I fall silent, not knowing how to answer because of how flushed and hot I am.

"You know, you've been driving me crazy, Minjeong. I know damn well that you see me but won't talk to me. Why?" She asks, her voice so low that it makes my stomach churn.

"Jimin." I stop her, and she does. She looks at me and I see her swallow hard.

"Say my name again," she whispers, her voice low and deep.

"What?" I ask, and she slowly lets go of my wrists.

"Say my name again," she repeats so lowly that I can barely hear her. 

"Jimin," I mumble and she smirks before suddenly learning in forward to kiss me.

I didn't know how much I've longed for her contact until my entire body began to burn when her lips puzzled with mine, her rounded lips brushing against mine.

Her hands traveled to my back, pulling me against her and away from the door. She turns us around and starts walking forward, forcing me to walk backwards. She stops at her desk, her lips remaining on mine. 

She has my lower back against the edge of her desk, her lips linked onto mine, and her hands traveling up and down my back.

I feel her tongue clash with mine as she begins to unzip my dress. I use my free hand to push her chest away.

"You're at work," I remind her, my breath heavy, her eyes hungry.

"I don't care," she mumbles, her lips falling back onto mine, my zipper undone.

I feel her fingers connect with my skin on my back, making me arch, smiling against her lips at the contact.

She pulls her lips away from mine, beginning to trail wet kisses from my jaw down to my neck, her hands slip under my dress and she lightly draws shapes on my skin, making me tingle under her touch.

Her hot breathing against my neck, her hands burning on my back. 

Is this what heaven feels like?

I grab her jaw, making her look at me, "You're at work," I say again, struggling to keep my eyes open.

She kisses me once more on my lips before putting her arms around me to zip up my dress.

"Fine, I'll be good." She smirks, readjusting her suit. 

She backs away from me, and I smile, hiding it by looking away.

She notices it and smiles too, "What?" She asks. 

"I don't know," I say, shrugging, not being able to stop myself from smiling.