Play With Fire

7: The Company Dinner (NEW)

CHAPTER 7
The Company Dinner

    Jin could not suppress his huge smile as he felt Taehyung's warm hands, safely hidden from public view beneath the bar, intensely stroking his covered thighs and ass. His body was so close to his, he could feel all of him, and he smelled just... Mmmh. Sighing with pleasure, he abandoned his attempts to attract the bartender's attention and leaned back against him, letting his head roll back into the crook of his throat.

    "You smell amazing, baby. Fuck. I want you so much." Taehyung's voice was soft and Jin could feel the heat of his breath as he nuzzled his left ear. His arm snaked up to his face and gently tugged his chin, freeing his bottom lip from his teeth. He murmured lasciviously, "Please don't bite your lip, Jin. I have only a tenuous grip on my self-control as it is." Jin grinned successfully as Taehyung continued to survey what's his. "Hmm... This backless suit is very dangerous. Very dangerous. It offers a man like me a few possibilities."

    How was he doing that?

    His intimate tone had set Jin's body pulsing with desire. His thick thigh pressed hard between his legs and Jin clutched it desperately, squeezing it with his thighs. He rocked back against him, panting with need as he felt Taehyung's hands working their way up his body, his thumbs caressing first his butt, then his back.

    Jin gasped again as one hand circled the bare skin on his back before slipping under the fabric of his suit and reaching around to rub his nipple, then massaging it with easy insolence.

    "Sensitive as always, my love. I like that. I like that a lot," Taehyung chuckled softly. "Your skin is so soft."

    Jin leaned forward slightly so that the tell-tale bulge of his hand under his suit was hidden under the bar, at the same time grinding his ass into him. He could feel his arousal. Long, hot, and thick. People were so packed in around them, intent on catching the bartender's eye with a wave or a thousand won bill, nobody seemed to be paying the both of them any attention at all.

    Taehyung's hands felt so good... but they couldn't do this here.

    If someone saw the CEO of a multi-trillion won corporation feeling up an intern at a company dinner, it could shred his reputation.

    With an effort, Jin clamped his arms down and reluctantly attempt to push Taehyung's wandering hands away.

    Jin felt his body tense. He hissed, "What? Are you refusing me?"

    He intoned his head slightly towards him and whispered, "We can't. Someone might see."

    "I don't give a fuck," he growled.

    "Well, I do."

    "We're not at work now. You. Are. Mine. I want you at my side tonight," he said petulantly, sounding like a sulky adolescent.

    "Of course we're still at work. This is a company dinner," Jin muttered.

    Taehyung moved his hands abruptly and suddenly --- ridiculously --- Jin felt bereft.

    He's only doing what you asked him to, Jin.

    Taehyung's voice hardened, "As you wish, Mr. Kim."

    His body had moved away from Jin, but he could still sense his anger.

    Will he want to punish me?

    Jin was shocked as his entire lower body throbbed deliciously in anticipation of an erotic spanking.

    What the hell was that?