~•Part 2•~

Her sexy but curious eyes stare at me. She's trying to figure me out as always, but for her safety, some things are best left unsaid. Besides, the only thing on my mind is how I'm going to peel off layer by layer of her clothing and tie her up in the scarf she's wearing. I want to hear her moan and make her beg for me to...*ahem* I'm getting a little carried away.

She wants me to speak, but nope, it's not happening. At least not yet. Remi glances at the note again before her stare rolls over to me. What does she want? Does she want me to take her now? I mean, I could, but she's not ready. However, I am a good tease. So I shrug and inch closer to her. She steps back.

She suspects something of me. I get it, but I can assure her I won't hurt her. Why would I even do that? What sort of people has she been dealing with? I'm aware I can be a little crazy and adventurous, but only in the bedroom. I can't write erotica without having a few experiences of my own. What would be the fun in that? I give her one of my charming smiles before moving toward her again. She moves away.

Ah Remi, Remi, Remi. How much do I want to fuck thee, Remi? Let me count the positions...1. Doggystyle, 2. Reverse Cowgirl, 3. Wheelbarrow, 4... *ahem* I digress.

Fuck, I'm getting stiff. I need this to hurry soon, or she's about to witness a self-pleasure session right before her pretty little eyes. How's that for observing?

I have to get away from her.

Walking over to my desk, I grabbed my pen and notebook, while staggering a bit to make sure I'm not facing her with a bulge. I nervously smiled at her, but she rolled her eyes at me. She's got that fucking feisty attitude, and I am here for it. God, I'm going to fuck it right out of her.

I don't want you to think sex is all I want from the girl who worked for me for six months. That's not the case. Remi is an amazing woman, more than I could ever expect.

One day, I told her to pretend she lived here. She found quite an amusement in this at first, but then it was like she had this 'fuck it' attitude and went with the flow.

Never did I imagined what she would do.

She cleaned my house, made lunch, and cooked dinner for us, rearranged my décor tastefully, and she made accounts for grocery delivery and things I would need.

Did I mention I'm in love with this woman?

No one has ever taken care of me in such a way. I mean, she washed my clothes for fuck's sake. However, she didn't wash my underwear. Meh, I can accept that. I mean, after everything else she's done, who the fuck cares? I wash my dirty undergarments.

She had groceries sent here and not some cheap shit either. Of course, she charged it to my credit card, but that wasn't the point. The point is, I'm in fucking love with her, and she is going to know it.

Fuck, who knows, she could be my wife someday.

Anyway, she moved into my bedroom. Yes, that's where all the magic will happen soon.

Okay, so, remember when I said I tried to peek in on her in the shower? I know, I know boundaries, but I wished to see how far she would go. Call me curious, but if you saw her with clothes on, you would lose your fucking mind wondering what she looked like naked.

So, she got into my bed. Fuck. I wanted to nut just from the sight of seeing her between my sheets. She fell asleep, and if you think she was beautiful while she was awake, Remi is even more breathtaking when she's sleeping. I didn't even take notes on her. I only observed her; maybe I gave her a few light kisses on her forehead. Whipped? Yes, I admit.

Remi woke up and headed for the shower. I gathered my notebook and followed her, but she stopped me and told me I couldn't join her.

Damnit.

I surrendered to her request and allowed her the space she wanted. However, she felt the need to throw her bra in my face, and I got a whiff of her scent. Fuck to all fucking hell and back.

That's precisely what I did.

I threw it on the bed and fled to the other bedroom. The swelling between my legs was unbearable, so I fucked her in the dirtiest fantasy imaginable. There were ropes, chains, blindfolds, and chocolate. If you're lucky, I'll write about it someday. Anyway, my dick was plastered to my hand while I kept it coated and came so fucking hard. I tasted the blood on my lip from biting it.

After one of the best solo sessions I've ever had, I parked myself in a corner in the living room. When she returned from my bedroom, I had to control myself before turning the fantasy into reality. I wanted her so fucking bad. And now, I will have her.

Back to the present—she looked as if she's done with the bedroom, but unfortunately, I'm not done with her. Thinking about that fantasy has me wanting her, so now is the time I need to tell her. I'm done fucking around.

She shoots her innocent stare at me, but I blocked her path from the doorway. Remi moved a little closer, but I didn't budge. Poor thing, she's about to get the fuck of her life.

I smile at her and dropped my notebook on the ground. I took my phone out to check the time because she knows I never keep her here past seven. It's for her protection because I want her to get home safely and enjoy her evening. Tonight, though, her evening will be with me.

With a click of a button, I set my phone to do not disturb and gave a glare while biting down on my lip. I have this little habit of chewing when there isn't any gum in my mouth. It's my way of exercising my jaws because I plan to devour that pu—*ahem*

"Taehyung, what? Is there something wrong? Do you need me for anything?" Remi asked. Her voice is soft, but I'm not falling for that shit. She may be a little sweet, but there is nothing innocent about her. Especially not in the tight fucking jeans she wears around me. Fuck that innocent shit.

I drop my phone and move closer to her. My eyes drift to the scarf that's calling my attention.

The scarf will be her undoing.

~•end of part two•~

Stay tuned...but you already know what happens.

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