as promised, double update ~ enjoy !

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It was a good thing that I locked his door after going inside. But it's a shame that my clothes are in layers. "You dress as if you don't want to be touched," Jimin whispered in my ears. His voice sparked a wildfire inside of me. Why does he have this effect on me? Even the sound of his breathing can make me combust anytime.

"You said you love a stripping show," I giggled as I fired back.

"Why, Ms. Austin, of course, I do." He creates some distance.

One by one, I began to remove all my clothes, and I'm only left with my undergarments. I'm almost naked inside his office. "I could look at you all day." He seductively smiles at me before reaching behind my back to remove my brassiere. A second later, he helps me slip out of my panties too.

I was about to lean in and kiss him once he stood up, but then he moved away. "Stay here," He instructs. My forehead creases in confusion and vexation. He's teasing me, and he's ordering me around like I'm a dog—this bastard.

He sits arrogantly on the couch with a smug look on his face. He eyes me from head to toe, and I can't help but flush scarlet. Standing naked in a vast space with Jimin attractively sitting on his couch makes me feel embarrassed for some reason.

Rolling my eyes, I attempt to take a step, but then I hear him click his tongue. "Uh, uh, I told you, stay there." He spreads his thighs, and I can see the bulge growing inside his pants.

"Stop with the teasing," I pout.

"Oh, my dear secretary, this is your punishment for being very late." He mocks, and I can't help but scowl at him. "Besides, I'm not done admiring you, yet." He speaks sincerely, and I can feel my cheeks burning again. "I hope you know how explicit you look, Elise," He compliments. When will I ever stop reacting to every word he says to me?

It took a couple of silent seconds, with the two of us only staring at each other. This is literally a punishment. It's like I'm being disciplined like a child who stole candy. My insides flinch, and my breathing deepens just by looking at this sinfully hot man in front of me.

"Come." Finally, he taps his lap, mentioning me to go there next to him.

Obediently and secretly excited, I sit on his thighs while I face him. His intense gaze pierced through my eyes.  I hang my arm on his shoulder, and slowly we let the sexual tension take over our bodies.

He kisses me passionately, his tongue playing with mine. His hand on my waist, and the other busy playing with my globe. His lips move south— neck to my breasts. I arch my back to give him more free access, and I close my eyes as I feel my inside twitch in pleasure.

Damn, I can't take this anymore. I want him.

Pulling his face, I kiss him deeper. Once his full attention is back on my lips, my hands try to unbuckle his belt, and there I feel him smile during the kiss. For once today, he plays fairly as he lets me get ahold of his manhood. After removing his belt and unzipping his pants, he himself breaks away from the kiss and helps me pull his undies down.

His erection sprang freely, and the hunger inside me got me so desperate. In an instant, I lifted myself as I insert him inside of me. His hands are now on my waist, assisting me in moving myself up and down.

I feel so in control as I take over him. My fullness bounces as I move along the rhythm. As I feel his tongue twirling around my rock-hard nipple, I failed to suppress my moans.

"Hmm... Oh, Jimin..."

I just hope his new office is soundproof.

Hisses, moans, groans, whimpers, and the sound of our bodies being one lingers around the room. Sweat is dripping down from my forehead. My jaws hang as I begin to sense something building up at the lower part of my belly.

Up and down.

In and out.

Fast then slow.

Rough then gentle.

I can feel myself combusting any moment now. But Jimin's strong grip on my waist is telling me otherwise. He wants us to do it together.

I can't open my eyes, and it's as if I'm blinded by the sensation and pleasure inside of me. Once I can't control myself anymore, my orgasm explodes, and as I did, Jimin abruptly lifts me up and pulls himself out of me as he squirts his juice.

Sitting down next to him, I finally feel the purpose of the air conditioner of his office. A thought suddenly entered my mind, and Jimin immediately saw the horror on my face. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Did you not like it?" The punishment? Of course, I did! It's probably the most pleasant punishment I've ever had in my entire life.

"No, I did... I just..." How do I say this without embarrassing myself?

"You what?"

"You didn't use a condom." I lower down my gaze after muttering those five words with all the courage I have in me. He laughs at my statement and then ruffles my already nest-like hair. "What's funny? What if I get pregnant?! We're supposed to be having safe sex!" I exclaim, and he chuckles even more. Glaring at him, he gathers himself and puts on a serious face.

"Don't you like it when we touch skin to skin?" His question got me by surprise, and I was quickly flustered.

"Wel-l, yeah... I like it bet-ter like that." What is he doing to me? As expected, a smirk on his lips partnered with a smug look on his face appeared to tease you. "Still! What if, huh?" I try to sound collected and calm, but deep inside, I'm burning.

"I don't care." He pulls me gently and caresses me in his loving arms. "I'd love to see little Elise."

I moved away from him as I was startled by his comment. He smiles at me for being so confused. "I mean it, Elise," He confirms.

I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest and fly away to the heavens. Jimin Park wants to have a child. From me! Holy cow. How will I ever move on from this revelation? "Little Elise? I'd prefer little Jimin." I hummed and snuggled back on his chest.

"Want to bet on that?" He makes it sound like I'm really pregnant. The thought itself is too overwhelming.

"But Jimin, I'm not yet ready for that kind of responsibility," I honestly said.

He hums, "I can see that." His tone is discouraged rather than positive. He puts his head above mine and embraces me even tighter. "If you're that worried, I'll have you checked to a doctor so that we can put you on pills. Sounds good?" He comforts me, and I nod my head in agreement.

We stayed on the couch in silence while enjoying the solidity of each other's presence until someone knocked on the door. "Mr. Park? Your father is looking for you."

Shit, that's Cami.

I hurriedly escaped from Jimin's strong arms as I rummage through my clothes sprawled all over Jimin's office floor. Through the corners of my eye, I can see him standing up and fixing himself. "I hope you learned your lesson, Ms. Austin."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't be late. Got it, Mr. Principal." I roll my eyes as I continue to slip back inside my clothes.

"Mr. Park?" Cami calls again from the other side of the room.

"Just a second!" Jimin answers and then he gave me my clothes.

"Ooh, are you applying for a gentleman card, Mr. Park?" I joked, and he snorted at my piece.

"This is just me, being me." He remarks, and I can't help but raise an eyebrow. This is so not him. When his hand reaches my head, he uses his fingers to comb my ruffled hair. Sometimes I would wince whenever I feel like he's pulling my hair off, but I can feel his effort of doing it gently. As if he's taking care of something that is dear to him. Perhaps, I'm dear to him.

After fixing my hair, he kisses my forehead. "I'll take you for dinner later after work, hm?" I sheepishly nod at him.

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Of course, Jimin took me to a costly restaurant. It's at the top of a very high building, and only people in Jimin's league are here to dine in. I suddenly felt out of place. "I called Dr. Sinclair. She's free next week, Saturday," Jimin informed.

"She?" I repeat.

"Why, my Elise, are you expecting someone else?" His lips purse. "I don't want another male species looking at you, Elise."

Goodness, he talks as if I'm not friends with his best male buddies. "I know that," I mumbled.

"And I'm glad you're aware," He smiles proudly. I scowl at him, but it didn't stop him from painting an annoying yet, gorgeous look on his face.

Finally, the waitress attends us. As usual, she's ogling at my man. "What would you like?" Jimin asks.

Still distracted by the waitress who keeps biting her lips in front of Jimin, an idea popped inside my head. I gather every ounce of boldness I have left in me and answer, "You." My reply got Jimin smiling mischievously at me, amazed at my sudden thick-faced behavior.

"Shame, I'm not on the menu." He goes with the flow. The waitress now seems uncomfortable between us. Good job. I pat my inner self as if it is my pet.

"Oh, that sucks." I stretch my lips into a lopsided frown.

"Perhaps, later?"

"Oh, I'd love to." I can't believe I'm having this conversation with Jimin in front of a total and complete stranger. "I'll have corn agnolotti and just sparkling water, please." I turn to the waitress, who is now disinterested in stealing my man.

"That's it?" Jimin asks me, and I bop my head yes. He seems displeased with my menu. Following me, Jimin enumerates his orders. "Two orders of scallops, one satsuki rice, two pickled turnips, two chocolate cremoso for dessert, and one bottle of your best wine, please."

He's going to eat that all?

Once the waitress left, Jimin stares at me. His look isn't empty, so I asked him, "What?"

"You really are unbelievable." He shakes his head in disbelief. Probably referring to the scheme, I pulled off earlier.

"I know, right?" I boastfully scoffed at him with a playful grin.

The dinner went smooth. We enjoyed our meals over small and silent chitchats. Even if he forced me to eat those foods, he picked them for me. My brain is still in the process of believing all of these. Jimin and me, having dinner outside as if we do this always. We're both carefree, and unlike before, we're now void of any hatred and misconceptions for each other.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You're already asking." He huffs. Geez, he's really friends with Yoongi.

"Can I resign?" He almost chokes on the water he's drinking.

"Why?" His eyebrows formed a straight line. "You don't like working for me? Is the work too heavy for you? You know I can do something about it, just tell me."

"No, it's just not my field of expertise."  I sincerely looked at him. I badly need to convince him on this one. "I'd love to do something that I'm best at. And being your assistant... isn't it."

"Elise, I hired you because I want you near me. That way, I can look after you."

"Why? Is it because you don't trust me?" I mustered up the courage to ask him that question.

"What? No! I just want you safe... that's all."

Why? What's wrong?

"Safe? I can handle mysel-"

"Elise. It's a no, end of discussion," He snaps. Pursing my lips, I take a deep breath and lean on my seat as I finish my food.

The rest of the evening went downwards. Jimin is not speaking another word, and I get that he's mad at me. But I feel like something else is bothering him. I was too afraid to ask him, so I just endured a dreadfully ear-splitting silent car ride back home.