UNLOVED WIFE

44. INTIMATE SECRETS

Days were passing without much change, but the workload at the company finally came to an end.

A celebration was going on at the company. Aera even called in callboys and callgirls for people’s enjoyment. Basically, a secret party was going to be held, only for Aera and his closest associates which will start after midnight. For now, these callboys and girls were serving drinks.

“Cheers! We achieved a milestone. Congrats to us!” the voice echoed in the hall

Everyone was enjoying, except two men. All they wanted was just to return home, into the arms of their beloveds.

The presence of the prostitutes didn’t interest them at all, and as for the booze, they weren’t in the mood. After all, the most addictive thing was waiting for them at home.

Jungkook badly wanted to leave this noisy place.

Yoongi started packing his things and moved toward the exit. When Jungkook saw him, he asked, “What are you doing, Yoongi?”

“Jimin must be waiting for me. I need to take my leave now, sir,” Yoongi replied.

Jungkook nodded in approval and added, “I’m coming too.”

Yoongi asked, “Not going to stay for the party?”

Jungkook shook his head in denial.

And both left.

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In the Jeon mansion,

Taehyung was alone, carefully arranging the dining table with all his focus. The servants had left, and in low sound the song still with you was playing and TaeTae was humming along with it.

Suddenly, strong muscular arms wrapped around his waist from behind, making him flinch. His heart raced in surprise and a little fear until he turned and saw Jungkook’s face, feeling instant relief.

Without a word, Jungkook lowered his mouth to Taehyung’s neck, sucking on his nape, making Taehyung close his eyes in pleasure. Trying to protest, he murmured, “Noona will see us, Master… please.”

Jungkook turned him around, smirking. “She’s not coming back tonight. I locked the outer doors. Don’t worry, no one’s coming.”

Then, without hesitation, Jungkook captured Taehyung’s soft lips with his own, his hands slipping beneath his shirt, exploring the smooth, warm skin underneath, and playing with his waist chain. Their kiss deepened as Jungkook’s lips moved over Taehyung’s, almost as if he’d been starved for ages.

One of Jungkook's hands slid down to grope Taehyung’s round, firm ass, making him gasp. Jungkook took full advantage, his velvety tongue slipping inside, exploring every inch of Taehyung’s mouth with a needy, possessive hunger. Their tongues tangled, each movement filled with heat that seemed to burn through them and melting their brain.

Jungkook tapped Taehyung’s ass, signaling him to jump. Taehyung wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist, clinging tightly as his husband continued devouring his lips, not letting up for a second.

Finally, when they broke apart to catch their breaths, Taehyung’s lips were swollen, his eyes downcast as he whispered, “Dinner, Master?”

Jungkook chuckled, his voice low and husky. “I AM having my dinner.”

After realizing what Jungkook meant, Taehyung went all blushy blushy. There was something different about Jungkook these days—there was always a warmth in his eyes while looking at Tae.

“Look, I’m going to take a shower, and when I come back, I want you to be dressed in that thing we bought,” Jungkook said, hinting at the lingerie he had picked out earlier at ck store.