A second chance

Mom

Dami's pov:

A half a year had passed since the surgery and Y/n had recovered completely. Currently, she worked on her computer while Dami admired her. Y/n now shared her office with Dami. From the spot where Dami's desk stood, she had a great view of her girlfriend. The other woman wore dark gray a three-piece suit with a white blouse.

"She looks so damn attractive." Dami thought and bit her lower lip to make her brain stop thinking about undressing the other woman.

"What is it? I can feel you staring." Y/n suddenly said.

"Nothing," Dami said and pretended to continue with her work.

"Are you sure?" Dami heard that Y/n stood up and walked over to her. "Because it felt like you were eating me with your eyes."

"I admit you are sometimes very distractive," Dami replied.

Y/n let her hand glide over Dami's shoulders. Her fingers smoothly graced Dami's neck and it sent a shiver down her spin.

Goosebumps spread on her arms only becasue of her girlfriend's touch.

"Well, you are also distractive in your new suit." Y/n whispered in her ear and planted a few sloppy kissed on her jaw.

Dami closed her eyes while butterflies partied in her belly. More sloppy kisses got pressed to her jaw and neck. When Y/n started to suck on her skin she had to surpress a moan.

"Baby-" Dami wanted protest but Y/n shushed her by biting down on her skin.

"What did you think about earlier? Me under you?" Y/n asked.

"Maybe." Dami chuckled as Y/n tunred her chair around and sat down on her lap.

"I have to admit I thought about the same thing." Y/n siad and placed her arms on Dami's shoulders.

Her fingers softly caressed Dami's nape. In her eyes glittered lust and Dami was about to gave in but than she remembered that they were at the office.

"We can make out but nothing more. We need to keep it professional at work, jagi." Dami said before grabbed Y/n's face and kissed her.

Her mouth felt hot against Dami's and when her tongue slipped past Dami's lips fireworks explosed inside of Dami's belly. She couldn't stop her hands from roaming her girlfriend's body. Y/n on the other hand only grabbed the hair from the back of Dami's neck to keep her close.

Y/n's pov:

Suddenly Dami's slender fingers started to unbotton the west you wore under your blazer. You didn't hinder her from doing the same with your shirt. Her fingers graced over your skin and goosebumps spread on your arms.

"I thought no sex." You teased her inbetween kisses.

"What is a good makeout session without a little bit of touching?" Dami asked as she backed away a little but soon after her lips wher back on yours while she massaged your boobs with both hands.

The kissing and touching continued for a while until it knocked on the door. Dami immediately pulled back with a scared look on her face.

"No panic." You smiled as you stood up and buttoned your shirt and west.

Both of you made yourselfs look presentable as you walked back to your desk.

"Come in." You said.

One of your employees came in to hand you some documents. He informed you about the latest details while Dami pretended to work so she could hide her red cheeks. You thanked him and as soon as he was out the door you started to laught. Dami joined you.