The Paris Story: Johnny Suh Imagines

Chapter Seven: Forty-Five Minutes

Chapter Seven

The door shuts behind them, and I look up at Johnny again. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to stay in today."

"Hush," he says, kissing me. "You deserve to see Paris with tear-free eyes. And I'm honoured you want to share this experience with me. "

I blush and smile softly. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Of course," he says, kissing me again. "Wait, how did you know I wanted to stay in?"

"Because I know you." I kiss him softly. "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you."

His eyes light up, filling with lust. "With sex?"

I laugh, "Duh." I press my lips to his again. "Okay. Come on, let's get ready."

He pouts. "Five more minutes, please."

I move to straddle his hips so I can get out of bed easily. I lean over and kiss him again softly, one last time. We pull apart, and I gaze lovingly into his eyes. "If you come with me, I'll start making things up to you right now."

He eyes me curiously. "What do you—"

"I'll let you fuck me in the shower again," I smirk. I wrap my arms around his neck gently. "You seemed to like that last time."

I watch him process this, most likely remembering when I had said we'd avoid doing that again after I almost slipped. His eyes widen. "Seriously?" he asks incredulously. "But what about the guys..."

"We have forty-five minutes." I press my lips to his before getting up out of bed. "Lots of time." I turn to face him. "Just make sure I don't fall this time," I laugh.

He looks me in the eyes. "I'll be careful, I promise."

I reach out my hand to him. "Come then."

He smirks and grabs it. "Oh, I will."

I laugh. "Why are you like this?"

"You love me."

"Can't argue with you there," I say.

He stands up, so he's looking down at me now. Johnny wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me passionately. "Jump," he whispers. I do and wrap my legs around his hips. Letting myself get lost in his lips again as he leads us to the bathroom slowly.