Desk Affair✓

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Chapter 12: The Intensity of Desire

YN’s mind raced with conflicting emotions as she arrived at the office for another day of work. The card she had found in the manila envelope still haunted her thoughts, casting a shadow over her interactions with Namjoon. Despite her growing suspicions about his personal life, she couldn’t deny the magnetic pull she felt towards him. Their physical relationship had become an unshakable part of her existence, a fervent escape from the turmoil she was experiencing.

The day was busy, but YN found herself distracted, her thoughts drifting to the intimate encounters she had shared with Namjoon. The longing she felt was undeniable, and she knew that despite her concerns, she couldn’t resist the allure of their secret passion.

Late in the afternoon, when the office had quieted down, Namjoon’s gaze met hers from across the room. It was an unspoken invitation, a promise of the raw, intense connection they shared. The anticipation was palpable as YN followed him to his office, her heartbeat quickening with each step.

Once inside, the door closed behind them, the room seemed to shrink, becoming an intimate sanctuary away from prying eyes. Namjoon approached her with a predatory grace, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, pulling YN close, his hands finding their familiar place on her hips.

“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” Namjoon’s voice was a low, husky murmur as he traced his fingers along the curve of her waist.

YN looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. “What’s that?”

He responded by guiding her to the desk, his touch firm but gentle. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to feel you like this,” he said, his fingers pressing firmly against her skin.

With a deliberate movement, Namjoon bent YN over the desk, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks possessively. The sensation of his touch was both electrifying and reassuring, grounding her in the moment despite her swirling thoughts. The desk’s cool surface pressed against her breasts as she leaned forward, her body a canvas for Namjoon’s insistent touch.

“Look at you,” Namjoon murmured, his voice dripping with admiration. “So beautiful and responsive. No one else can make me feel like this.”

His hands continued their exploration, his fingers gently squeezing and caressing her. The compliments flowed seamlessly, mingling with his physical touch. YN’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her mind struggling to focus on the pleasure instead of the troubling thoughts she had.

Namjoon’s touch turned more assertive as he positioned himself behind her. The heat of his body pressed against her back as he guided himself inside her, his movements deliberate and filled with a sense of purpose. The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the anxiety that had plagued her earlier.

He began to move, his rhythm steady and powerful. Each thrust was met with a moan from YN, her body trembling as she adjusted to the intensity of his movements. Namjoon’s hands were unrelenting, occasionally smacking her ass with a controlled force that sent jolts of pleasure through her.

“Is this what you wanted?” Namjoon growled, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me, YN. Tell me how much you need me.”

YN could barely respond, her mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure. “Yes, Namjoon,” she gasped. “No one… no one can make me feel like this.”

His thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and YN felt herself slipping further into a haze of sensation. The desk beneath her seemed to disappear, leaving only the intense connection between their bodies. Namjoon’s groans and her own moans filled the room, a symphony of their mutual desire.

As they moved together, YN glanced down, watching the sight of their bodies connected in a way that was both primal and beautiful. The sight of Namjoon’s hard from slamming into her, their bodies joining in an intimate dance, was mesmerising.

Namjoon’s grip tightened on her hips, and his movements became more frenzied. “You feel incredible,” he rasped, his breath hot against her skin. “I don’t want this to end.”

YN’s body was on the edge, each thrust sending her closer to the brink. “Namjoon,” she moaned, feeling her climax approaching. “I’m so close…”

With a final, powerful thrust, Namjoon drove her over the edge, their bodies coming together in a climax that left them both breathless. The room was filled with the sounds of their release, their shared pleasure echoing off the walls.

As they slowly came down from their high, Namjoon’s hands lingered on YN’s body, his touch tender and reassuring. “That was incredible,” he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness.

YN nodded, her body still tingling from the intense experience. “It was,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

They took a moment to collect themselves, their breaths gradually returning to normal. The intimacy they shared was profound, but the shadow of YN’s suspicions remained, lingering at the edge of her thoughts.

As they prepared to leave the office, YN tried to push her concerns aside, focusing on the immediate aftermath of their encounter. The physical connection they had was undeniable, but the mystery of Namjoon’s personal life continued to cast a long shadow over their relationship.

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