Upon hearing his request, an adventurous glint sparked within her, his anticipation heightening as he awaited her reply.
"Anything for you." Her cheeks burned, eyes cast down and avoiding his gaze.
Namjoon smirked, he was going to have a lot of fun.
Their moment was interrupted when the assistant entered the room with a batch of clothes in her arms. The couple let go of each other in embarrassment.
"These are our finest pieces, if you need me I'll be out front." She bowed politely and left the two alone with each other.
After locking the door behind the woman, Namjoon turned around, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips as he eyed the woman desperately trying to avoid meeting his eyes.
"Why don't we begin, princess?" He walked over to the neatly stacked clothing, (Y/N) blushed at the nickname.
(Y/N) watched his fingers glide over the material, her arousal began to peek forth between her thighs.
He pulled one set out and walked back over to her holding it up to her face as he leaned in slowly, "Put this one on first for me, princess" the sensuous words rolling off his tongue as his whispered in her ear causing her knees to almost buckle.
(Y/N) received the clothing from him with shaky hands and strolled into the changing booth.
Namjoon settled on the couch, his left leg crossed over the other, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he waited for (Y/N) to emerge.
In the booth, (Y/N) held the piece of clothing up against her body, checking herself out in the mirror, her heart pounded rapidly against her chest.
Come on, (Y/N) you can do this. It can't be that hard. She encouraged herself mentally and began taking her clothes off.
Namjoon had his phone out as he scrolled through random pictures on Instagram. His head snapped up when she cleared her throat. Namjoon's phone dropped out of his hand onto the chair as his eyes widened in shock.
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His eyes roamed through her body; starting at the bottom all the way to the top, eyes stopping at her arms which were crossed over her chest. His eyes darted up to meet hers.
She lowered her head, too shy to look him in the face as his intense stare burned right through her skin.
"Come here." He commanded.
(Y/N) sauntered over to him with her hands still crossed over her chest. She finally stood above him, the look in his face stirring her up even further.
Namjoon patted on his lap giving a silent order for her to sit on it, after a second of hesitation, she lowered herself onto his thigh.
He wrapped his arm securely around her waist. "Why are you so shy, princess?"
