Desk Affair✓

09

Chapter 9: Forbidden Desires

The city was far behind them now, the bustling energy replaced by the serene quiet of the luxurious hotel nestled in the hills. The hotel's exquisite towering glass windows offered panoramic views of the sprawling landscape below. The room itself was no less lavish, furnished with deep mahogany furniture, plush velvet drapes, and the softest bedding one could imagine. The scent of fresh linen and expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hint of rain tapping against the windows. The quiet allowed them to feel completely isolated from the world, as if nothing else existed but the two of them.

Namjoon stood near the window, his broad shoulders casting a shadow against the moonlit room. The soft light caught the angles of his jawline, the sharpness of his cheekbones. His presence was commanding, even when he was silent, simply gazing out at the night. The tension between them had been simmering all day, lingering in every touch, every glance they exchanged. Now, in the quiet of the hotel, it hung thick in the air, unspoken but palpable.

YN could feel it too, the slow build of desire that had been creeping up on her since they arrived. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes tracing the lines of his back, the curve of his arms. She had felt the brush of his hand against hers earlier at dinner, the way his fingers lingered just a second too long on her waist as they walked into the hotel. It was those small moments, those subtle touches that sent shivers down her spine and ignited a fire in her core.

The quiet of the room made it feel even more intense. Every breath she took, every small movement felt magnified. She swallowed hard, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Her body was already reacting to him, even though he hadn't even touched her yet. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly, the anticipation tightening her muscles. And yet, neither of them moved, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

Namjoon’s deep voice broke the silence. “It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”

YN smiled softly, her eyes still on him. “It is,” she agreed, though her gaze never left him. It wasn’t just the view that was beautiful he was, too, standing there in his tailored shirt, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame in all the right places. The sight of him stirred something inside her, a yearning that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

The day had been long meetings, dinners, stolen moments in between. Every time they were together, she felt the electric pull between them, the way his eyes darkened when they lingered a little too long on her lips, the way his hand brushed her arm just enough to make her skin tingle.

“You’ve been quiet,” Namjoon observed, turning away from the window to look at her. His eyes were intense, locking onto hers as if he could see right through her, straight to the desire simmering beneath the surface.

YN bit her lip, her pulse quickening under his gaze. “Just… thinking,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t need to say what she was thinking about they both knew. The unspoken tension between them was thick, suffocating, pulling them together even when they tried to resist.

Namjoon took a step toward her, his gaze never wavering. There was something about the way he moved so confident, so sure of himself that made her breath catch in her throat. He came to stand in front of her, his tall frame towering over her as she looked up at him from her seat on the edge of the bed.

His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers grazing her skin ever so lightly. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body reacting instantly. She had been longing for this all day, craving the feel of his hands on her, the warmth of his body pressed against hers.

“Thinking about what?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers lingering against her cheek.

YN swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn’t lie not when his touch made it impossible to think straight. “About us,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Namjoon’s lips curled into a knowing smile, his thumb tracing the outline of her jaw. “And what exactly were you thinking about us?”

She felt her heart race at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. He was playing with her now, teasing her, and he knew exactly what he was doing. She could see it in the way his eyes darkened with desire, in the way his fingers slid down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“I was thinking…” she started, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” The words felt hollow even as she said them because, in truth, she wanted nothing more than to give in to the desire that was burning inside her.

Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, his fingers now tracing the line of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. “Is that really what you’re thinking?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “Because I don’t think that’s what you want at all.”

He was right. She didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want to resist the pull between them, didn’t want to deny the way her body responded to his every touch. But there was still that nagging voice in the back of her mind, the voice that reminded her of the secrecy of their affair, the consequences if anyone found out. It was risky, dangerous even but that only made it more thrilling.

YN sighed, her body leaning into his touch as his hand moved lower, brushing against the fabric of her blouse. “I don’t know what I want,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon’s eyes darkened, his fingers slipping just under the edge of her blouse, teasing the skin beneath. “I think you do,” he murmured, his voice sending a rush of heat through her.

Their faces were inches apart now, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. The tension between them was thick, heavy, the air crackling with anticipation. Every second felt like an eternity as they stood there, so close yet not quite touching, both waiting for the moment when they would finally give in.

Namjoon’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the curve of her waist as his other hand came to rest on her thigh. The touch was gentle, almost tentative, but it sent a surge of heat through her body, making her tremble with anticipation.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Tell me what you want, YN.”

She felt her breath hitch at his words, her pulse racing in her chest. Her mind screamed for her to stop, to pull away before they went too far, but her body had other plans. The warmth of his skin against hers, the low rumble of his voice, the way his hands felt as they explored her all of it made her want to lose herself in him, to give in completely.

“I want…” she started, her voice shaking with need. She could barely get the words out, her body trembling with anticipation.

Namjoon pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, waiting for her to continue. But she didn’t need to say anything. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body responded to his touch.

Without another word, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a slow, burning kiss.

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