Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

39 - 6 Inch Heels 🔞

Since this chapter is smut, it's skippable. You won't miss anything if you choose not to read it, but know that it's not the hardcore kind.

Rose's POV

Heeseung froze, his gaze locked on his knees still pressed to the ground. My blood ran cold. Had I pushed too far this time?

"Tell me to stop." His voice was low, frayed—a warning. He was giving me one last chance to slow down, because once his hands were on me, there'd be no turning back.

I stepped back, never breaking eye contact, and let my trench coat slip from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. "Never in a million years, Lee."

Seated on the solid wood table in the corner, I kicked off my heels, leaving my things in a perfect mess—exactly how I wanted him to leave me. The thud of my heels hitting the floor caught his attention. His gaze locked onto mine, the last of the barriers shattered. I held it, daring him. "Be a fucking man and make me yours."

"That's what I thought."

A wicked smile played at his lips.

And before I could even catch my breath, Heeseung was pressed between my legs, kissing me with an insatiable hunger. Our mouths fused together, the taste of lipstick bleeding into something darker, sweeter—blood-red temptation. His hands found their rightful place on my waist, fingers tracing the curve of my body with slow, possessive intent, pulling me closer with every touch. I wound my arms around his neck, urging him to close the distance, to fill the aching void between us.

"What are we gonna do if the cop decides to open that fucking door?" he whispered, pulling away just enough to catch his breath. I was panting, craving the warmth of his lips, ready to suffocate if it meant holding on to that feeling. This guy kissed like a god—how could I resist?

I pressed a teasing kiss on the right corner of his lips before meeting his gaze with sultry eyes. "I don't know, figure it out," I purred.

A sexy flicker of confusion lit up his Bambi eyes—I'd lost him, so quickly. Smirking, I unbuttoned his jacket and slid it off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor alongside my trench coat. "I was thinking of a threesome. Weren't you?"

His expression darkened in an instant.
My idea wasn't winning him over.

I barely had time to stifle a laugh before his fingers toyed with the edge of my stockings, tugging lightly at the delicate fabric.

"Heaven's gates just opened up for me, and you think I'm sharing? How naïve, lil' miss lawyer." Then he inched them down my legs, ignoring my pleas—"Fuck, Heeseung, faster..."—until he knelt again, the rest of the black nylon caught between his teeth.

"Wait, don't tell me you're seeing my legs as the gates to heaven?" I taunted, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah!" He lied, tossing the stockings across the room before coming back to devour my lips, his hands already playing with the straps of my dress.

As he slid them down, the red lace of my sexiest bra revealed beneath his fingers. The contrast between his warm skin and the cool air sent a shiver down my spine. Or maybe it was the way his breath, heavy and close, brushed against my chest, or the slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips, his gaze unwavering—like he'd just unearthed something priceless.

"Hee..." I moaned, calling his name in a breathless whisper.

He began leaving a trail of kisses, from the lace to my neck, each one full of longing, wet and passionate, repeating over and over. He lingered on my collarbones, his lips leaving a mark on the left, a faint hickey that sent a pulse through me. I offered him my throat, spreading my thighs wider, forcing him closer, needing him. It was impossible to hold back my moans as he drove me wild, even without fully exposing himself yet.