It's their first beginning after a litany of goodbyes, and everything feels positively electric in their newfound sanctuary.
"Can I get you anything?" she offers, pulling the fridge open to peruse its contents. When he doesn't answer, she turns arou...
Author's Note: Oh yay! Lots of the AO3 community of readers and writers hang out here too! Hi guys and thank you for the warm welcome <3 I'm still getting used to posting here and managing the notifications. I'm trying to figure out visuals quicker so I can post all the chapters on here in the next couple of days! So excited by all the options! I'm like a kid at the candy store.
Cause I'm fearful of heights and you take me higher I've always been the kind to contemplate But you like the kind that don't hesitate So excuse me while I fall for you
He's subjected to a withering glare that he's almost certain has brought entire boardrooms to their knees. Except Yoon Se-ri, CEO and heiress, is not dressed to the nines in her power-suits and six-inch stilettos. She's not wearing much in fact, and that makes her infinitely more dangerous. Sitting upright on the couch, hands immobile against her black tights, she looks ravished, well-kissed lips red and swollen, hair askew with finger trails, neck and chest deliciously flushed with arousal. Most distractingly, her shirt was cast aside in an indignant fit after he tried to cover her with it. The one small mercy is her black bra – made for fantasies he's sure – is back in place, framing those perfect breasts, just plump enough to fill his hands and his mouth. He looks away, chasing the sunlight from the corner of the coffee table to the kitchen countertop.
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The famous Yoon Se-ri glare.
"Because," he begins, but his voice is too husky, too telling. He stops, clears his throat and looks straight into her betrayed eyes. "Because anymore and I won't be able to stop." Another touch, another kiss, another sexy little sound from that delectable mouth and whatever is left of his restraint will be vanquished.
Her breath catches, eyes dropping to his bare chest before coming back to his, softer now with want. "We don't have to stop," she says plainly. In the fading daylight, she glows like a goddess, beautiful and untouchable, temptation personified. It's almost more than he can bear.
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