Desk Affair✓

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Chapter 33: Heated Desires

The night had settled into a quiet hum. The baby slept peacefully in the middle of the bed, his tiny breaths rhythmic and soft. YN carefully rose from the bed, mindful not to wake him. With slow, deliberate steps, she made her way to the bathroom for a warm shower.

As the hot water cascaded over her body, YN let out a soft sigh of relief. The day had been long, filled with emotions, reunions, and new beginnings, but now, in the comfort of Namjoon’s home, she felt a sense of peace. After finishing her shower, YN reached for Namjoon’s shirt the one he had worn earlier. It was oversized on her, reaching down to her knees, the fabric soft and comforting against her skin. The shirt clung to her damp skin in all the right places, accentuating her curves.

Her body, still glistening from the shower, caught the dim light of the bedroom. Her hair, wet and wild, clung to her shoulders and cascaded down her back, droplets of water tracing down her collarbone, sliding over her breasts. There was nothing beneath the shirt no bra, no panties just her smooth, bare skin.

Namjoon was already sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, watching her with a gaze so intense it made her skin tingle. His eyes tracked her every move as she walked into the room, her hips swaying slightly with each step. Her legs were long and smooth, her skin gleaming, and the way the shirt hung loosely on her body only made her look more alluring.

She grabbed a towel, gently patting her hair dry, her hands moving slowly, sensually, without even realizing the effect she was having on him. But Namjoon noticed everything. His gaze followed the movement of her hands, the way the towel caressed her neck, her breasts, down to her legs. His breath hitched as he took her in. She was beautiful, effortlessly so, and the sight of her like this fresh from the shower, wearing his shirt, nothing underneath was driving him wild.

His eyes darkened with desire as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself in control. But it was becoming harder with each passing second. The way the damp fabric clung to her breasts, outlining her nipples. The curve of her hips, the smoothness of her thighs. Every inch of her was intoxicating.

Namjoon gulped hard, feeling his body respond instantly. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, and he cursed under his breath as he tried to steady his breathing. But it was impossible. YN was walking temptation.

She walked over to the bed, carefully lifting their baby from his spot in the middle. The baby had fallen fast asleep, his tiny lips parted as he breathed softly. YN smiled down at him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before carrying him to the cradle nearby.

All the while, Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off her. His gaze burned into her, following every movement she made, the sway of her hips, the way her body moved effortlessly, gracefully. His heart raced, the heat in his body rising with each second.

After placing the baby down, YN returned to the bed, unaware of the storm building inside Namjoon. She sat down beside him, grabbing a small bottle of moisturizer and pouring some onto her hands. Slowly, she began rubbing it into her skin, starting at her legs. The soft, sensual movements of her hands against her smooth skin were almost hypnotic.

Namjoon’s eyes darkened further as he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away. Every stroke of her hand across her legs, the way her fingers glided over her thighs, made his pulse quicken. His breath grew shallow as he imagined what her skin would feel like under his touch.

Little did YN know the effect she was having on him. Or maybe she did maybe she knew exactly what she was doing, driving him mad with desire. But either way, Namjoon was losing his grip on restraint. He shifted slightly on the bed, trying to ease the pressure building in his pants, but it only made his erection more obvious.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart pounding in his chest. His body ached for her, every muscle tensed with the need to feel her, to touch her, to claim her. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Namjoon?” YN’s voice, soft and sultry, broke through his haze. She looked at him with eyes that sparkled with mischief, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Her voice was like a spark to dry wood, igniting a fire deep inside him. Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. Without a word, he moved toward her, his hands reaching for her waist, gripping her firmly. In one swift motion, he pinned her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, his breath coming out in shallow gasps.

“I need to fuck you,” Namjoon growled, his voice low and rough, filled with raw need. “Right now.”

YN’s breath hitched at his words, her body reacting instantly to the urgency in his voice. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her pulse quickening at the intensity in his eyes. There was no hesitation in him, he wanted her, needed her, and it sent a thrill through her entire body.

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