The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 34

Kong's POV

"Strip."

"What?"

"I said strip."

"Right now?"

"Of course right now."

"Like right here, right now?"

"Would you rather go do it in the middle of the office with everyone staring at you?"

"Ummm....no. Are you sure?"

"Obviously I am sure. I just asked you to do it right?"

"Ooookayyy.....are you also stripping?"

"Why the fuck would I strip?"

"Uh...is this some kind of a power play or something?"

"Arghh! Why do you make everything so difficult? Can you just undress already? I am short on time. I have a meeting in 15 minutes."

Looking down on his wrist to confirm the time he gave me an irritated growl and began tapping his left foot impatiently. Absolutely nothing in his demeanor suggested he wanted to get down and dirty right now but still with a deceptively straight face he was telling me to drop my clothes. Have I mentioned before that my boyfriend is one unique character? Oh well, here goes nothing.

But I had barely unbuckled my belt, popped open the button on my pant, and was about to slide my zip down when he suddenly grabbed my hand to halt my attempts.

"Woah! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Stripping?"

"Why would I want to see your hairy legs right now."

"But...but you literally just told me to strip. Now I am plain confused what you want from me."

"Oh for heaven's sake!"

He cursed slightly under his breath as he reached out and almost roughly pulled my tucked shirt out of my pants and began unbuttoning them with surprising alacrity. Before I could truly comprehend what his hot and cold mood is all about he had undone all of the buttons and flipped me around while dragging the shirt off my shoulders to expose my back.

"Holy fuck! You actually do have a tattoo!"

Oh! Right! Sort of forgot about that until now. I guess his conversation with P'Nat and his ultra-deep scowl makes a lot more sense now.

"Please tell me that Nat had only heard of this and not actually seen it himself."

"Well, he has definitely seen it, he was with me when I got it."

"Hmmppff, and that's the only time he was part of the viewing party?"

"I....uh...how would you like me to answer that?"

"Just...don't."

I was still facing the door with my shirt hanging loosely around my waist, my shoulders and back completely exposed with P'Arthit softly trailing his fingers over my tattoo covered skin. And I know he was potentially quite pissed right now with P'Nat having boasted regarding knowing about the tattoo my boyfriend had no idea existed, but I couldn't help but get atleast slightly turned on by the idea of him staring at my naked body and his fingertips making wild patterns on my back. Especially if you take into account that I haven't had any reasonable physical contact with him in a while.

And apparently he must have a very similar thought process cause not before long I felt him bend down slightly to run his parted lips lightly over the ink. He slowly and methodically touched his lips to nearly every inch on my back that was tattooed, periodically thrusting out to the tip of his tongue to taste my skin before he slowly began dropping small, wet kisses up towards my shoulders, biting and nipping along the way, until he finally reached all the way to my neck where he comfortably settled in for leaving a well established bite. Both his arms had managed to find their way around my waist and he pulled me flushed against his chest, his erection very obvious now as he pressed himself harder against my ass. I lowered my voice to a barely audible whisper not wanting to disturb our moment.

"I thought we were taking it slow?"

He didn't immediately answer though as he continued lapping the slight pain of the bruise he was giving me.

"This is me taking it slow. It's not fair how hot your tattoo looks."

I couldn't help but break out in a grin as he slowly turned me around to face him, our hips still distractingly pressed against each other. Both of us automatically cocked our heads to match our lips that have been deprived for a long time now. We were less than a hair's breath away when the alarm on his phone blared indicating his upcoming meeting.

"Fuck!"

My thoughts exactly. But unfortunately we were once again gone for a while and I feel someday, someone was going to miss us and we were going to get caught. Thankfully, it was not today, cause P' and I hurriedly buttoned up my shirt, straightened my clothes and covertly made our way back to our desks. And atleast I plan to sit behind it for a good amount of time since the tent in my pants is more than obvious. P'Arthit must have some secret skills I am unaware of if he can actually manage to concentrate in his meeting when he was that hard only moments ago.

Well, he wasn't. Cause less than 10 minutes later I received a text from him while he should very much have still been listening to the meeting.

"Do you have any more tattoos I need to explore?"

"Nope. Just the one."

"I like it."

"You do?"

"Yes, it's very sexy. I want to do things to it. Maybe tonight?"

"YES!"

Ok, then. This pretty much sums up my productivity for the day. How in the heavens name was I supposed to focus on work anymore after what he just sent? And I could very literally feel the tent in my pants getting higher. The worst of it all P'Arthit seemed to be walking around enticing me all freaking day without even a micro change in his expression. He continuously found chances to come stand a little too close to me, or brush my leg, or bend low over my desk while he pretended to have some not-so-important conversation with me. His lips nearly rubbing against the shell of my ear. I swear he wants to keep me restricted behind the desk all day, cause not for five minutes through the hours of torture did he give me chance to be not so fucking turned on. To the point that it had actually gotten slightly painful being hard for so many hours. I swear if it didn't end soon, this time I would drag him to the blasted janitor's closet.

Thankfully, the day had finally come to an end when P'Arthit made his way to be desk once again.

"Ready?"

Hell yeah I was ready! And apparently so was he, cause I finally see his pupils dilate with barely concealed excitement. A spring in his step that wasn't a common occurrence. And a very obvious increase in speed as both of us rushed towards the exit to his car. The sole prayer running through my head being that we don't hit too many red lights on the way home.

And we were almost there. So bloody close to making our escape. I even had my palm wrapped around the door handle when I heard the voice of Satan.

"Kong! Where are you going?"

"Ummm .... P'Preet I was going home."

"Why?"

"Uh....why not?"

"That's a stupid question cause obviously it's my turn to have you today."

"Preet can we switch our schedules? Kong promised me to....uh....help me with something today. You can have him all of next week. I won't claim any time. Sounds good right? C'mon Kong, let's go."

"Woah, hold on there. What did he promise to help you with?"

"He...uh..."

"I...um...."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You can play your sex games some other day. Tonight he is going to be uncle Kong to my cats."