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❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞

"I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes."

"So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face.

"I can fuck way better than that."

He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had always noticed.

He made you feel hot.

One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs.

You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙.

So cared for.

So his.

"No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back.

He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book.

"Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."