Mara
Are you going to pick me up?

Jimin
Sorry, baby i can't right now.
Stuck with the paperworks.

Mara
Ok then. See you at home?

Jimin
Got a better idea.
How about you come over here at my office then we can go home together?

Mara
Okay. Be there soon.

Jimin
Hurry.  I wanna see you.
The sooner the better baby. ;)

A smile wandered along my lips as I take my doctor's coat off and hung it inside my locker. I shoved my phone inside the pocket of my jeans before my removed my ID, placing it inside my bag. Just then, Isabel came in and saw me packing up.

"You're in a good mood." She beamed, noticing the grin plastered across my face. "Something good happened?"

I gave her a smile, "Not really. Just looking forward to a quiet night at home. My mom borrowed Taetae for two nights."

"Date night, I see." She lounged on the couch, giving me a look.

"What's with that look, Isa?" I laughed her stares off as I let my hair down, combing my fingers through it.

"This look is to say that I know what's going down tonight and you do too." Isabel sent me a wink.

"Hush." I pressed a finger over my lips before whispering back to her. "I don't want the whole hospital to know about my sex life."

"God, I'm so jealous of you and Jimin." Isabel groaned and then sighed as of she was so done with life, "How I wish Hoseok would spice up his game."

"What do you mean?" I ask in pure wonder. "Is my brother not performing well?" I added with a slight chuckle because who am I kidding? The two of us talking about our sex lives is a bit weird.

"No, he's good. Really good but these days he's a bit.. how do I say this?" She pursed her lips, grazing her teeth over her lower lip before biting down on it, "A bit too contented? I want the thrills, you get what I mean?"

"I so get what you mean but maybe he just needs your help. Why don't you surprise him tonight?" I replied, "Wear something he won't be able to resist? Men like Jimin and Hoseok are the type who likes to be teased. You have to give them a little push."

I left Isabel with some words of wisdom, and maybe planting some ideas in her mind that includes stripping and lap dancing which are proven to be very effective with Jimin. I figured it would work the same on my brother since fuckboys are fuckboys.

When I arrived at Jimin's company, I met Yoonji by the lobby, carrying a few folders in her flimsy arms. She spotted me by the entrance, grinning brightly.

"Miss Mara!" Yoonji shuffled cutely beside me, her bangs bouncing and her cheeks painted with a healthy blush, "Good thing you noticed me. I wanted to wave my arm but my hands are full at the moment."

"Are those what Jimin meant by paperworks?" I eyed the pile of dull-looking folders. 

"Yes ma'am." Yoonji nodded as we were ushered by a staff inside the elevator shaft for executives. "Mr. Park has been inside his office all afternoon. He's buried with paperworks. I kinda pity him sometimes.."

I chuckled at Yoonji's charms, she's a bit young being that she's only 20 years old, "Better not mention that to Jimin. He hates it when people do that. Hurts his ego, you know." I gave her a wink and we both laughed.

"At least his ego is bigger than my boyfriend's dick." She shrugged, then hurriedly clamping her mouth shut, "Oops, did I just say that?"

"You're ruthless, Yoonji." I giggled together with her as the elevator chimed and the doors opened to reveal the floor of Jimin's office. "Give me the folders. I'll deliver them to him myself. You can go home early."

"Oh my gosh, can I really go?" Her eyes sparkled animatedly like a cute puppy. I nodded and she gave me deep bow, "Oh shit, thanks, Miss Mara, but Mr. Park might not let me go this early." Yoonji frowned, playing with her hair.

"Go. I'll convince him." I said reassuringly then watched her go.

She waved goodbye at me right before the elevator doors open. "Don't forget to close the blinds when you're about to have sex!"

I couldn't form the right words fast enough as Yoonji disappeared with a huge grin on her face. The girl has watched too many office porn. I proceeded to stand in front of his office's double doors, knocking twice before pushing the knob downwards. My husband sat on his desk. He wore a plain black shirt inside his blazer, the one I remembered preparing for him this morning.

"I sent Yoonji home." I stated as I entered the room. He looked up at me and bit his pen between his teeth as he watched me intently, walking towards him.

"Here are your very important papers, Mr. Park." I emphasized every word with a flick of my tongue as I bended over to place the folders down on his desk.

"Thanks beautiful. You can leave them there." Jimin said but his eyes still lingered on me.

"And where do I put myself, Mr. Park?" I tilted my head and showed him a sly smile. He held his fountain pen in a vice like grip, his stare telling me that he wants to do his papers works yet, also wants to do me.

It was me who broke the eye contact first, stepping back and away from him to sit myself on his office couch, "I'm just going to wait for you here."

He lowered his head but I could see him smiling as if he actually thought I'd let him do me on his desk. Jimin then returned to what he was doing before I came, flicking onto the pages of reports and proposals, signing his name on the bottom part of it as an approval. I kept myself occupied with watching him as I waited. I cannot deny that he's sexy when he's naked but there's this different kind of sexiness emitting from him right now. The kind that will make your knees go weak with just a brief glance from him like what he's doing now.

"You okay?" Jimin's lips moved, his tongue smoothly swiping over them. "Wanna come over here?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I'm fine over here."

He flashed me a smile before he spoke, "You really like to torture yourself, don't you?"

"Nope. I like torturing you." I ran my hand through my hair and swept them over the skin of my shoulder since I'm wearing a maroon, tight fitting body suit that exposed my shoulders.

"Why?" Jimin asked. The single worded statement made my nerves tingle in excitement."Because I didn't pick you up?"

I shook my head softly before standing on my feet and walking to where he was. His eyes was fixed at the smile on my face, searching my eyes for an answer. I stopped before him and he swiveled his chair to face me. I rested my knee on the space between his thighs and pushed his back against his chair, still holding his gaze.

He smiled up at me, gripping on my hips to pull me close. "I knew you can't resist m-"

I crashed my lips on his at once, making him shut his mouth and focus on the feeling of mine against his. His fingers dug painfully on the flesh of my hips before easing up to rub gentle circles with his thumb, getting a feel of the silky texture of my clothes. Jimin's kisses grew hungry and demanding so I pulled away before his hands could go any further on my body.

Jimin chased after my breath but I pushed him back. He whined, "Why did you stop?"

"Because I have every right to." I answered wittingly as I take a step back.

"Don't do that." Jimin caught my wrist.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't." I pryed his grip around my wrist and slowly intertwined our fingers instead, playfully giving him a look.

A smile formed along his lips then he curved a finger at me, telling me to come closer so he can whisper in my ear. I did what he wanted while keeping a safe distance at the same time.

"Because you make me want to fuck you through your jeans." Jimin breathed hotly in my ear and then, all of a sudden, he tugged me down, my butt falling on his semi hard on.

"Easy on your words there, Mr. Park." I giggled when he attached his lips at the base of my nape, "Let me remind you that we're at your workplace."

"Jimin." I chuckled when his arms wouldn't budge around my waist. "Get back to work."

He stopped kissing on my back and pulled me against his chest, moving his mouth in level with my ear, "Don't you tell me to get back to work. I was perfectly focused on finishing my paper works when you decided to fucking rile me up."

I smirked, "How about now? I'll give you some space to do your work."

"No." Jimin massaged my sides, holding my ass down against his crotch. "The only work I want to do right now is you."

"Mr. Park." I moaned slightly as his lips glided along my jawline, making me straddle his thighs properly so he can see my face, "Yoonji reminded me to close the blinds before we have sex.. I think we forgot to close it that one time?"

Jimin played with the button of my jeans before sliding his hand back, around my butt, "Which time? I banged you here so many times before I lost count already." We both chuckled then he pecked my lips gently. "That kid knows too much."

"I don't think that she's the problem here." I said with a chuckle as I press my chest against his, locking my arms around his shoulder. "We should slow down with the sex, Mr. Park."

"Stop calling me Mr. Park." Jimin pointed out, making me want to kiss him cause he's cute.

"But why?" I traced a finger down the side of his face before cupping his chin and pulling him into another kiss, "It turns me on."

"So are we just going to keep turning each other on?" Jimin raised an eyebrow at me. He eyed my mouth, using his thumb to trace the shape of my lips.

"Fine. I'll give you a hand job." I put my hands on his belt, unbuckling it but he stopped me.

"I don't want a hand job." Jimin stated, pulling my hand away from his pants.

"What makes you think that you get to choose." I flashed him a smile.

He was about to open his mouth and complain again when his phone rang. He took it from his desk and checked the caller ID, "It's my mom. I have to take this. Behave."

I nodded with a smile but I had no plans of staying put. I let Jimin chat with his mom, he gives me smiles every once in a while as he leaned back onto his chair. Once I got the perfect timing, I started to unbuckle his belt. Jimin caught my hand, stopping me but soon obliged when I began trailing my mouth along his jawline. I had his zipper down in no time and then I played around a little, lifting up his shirt, feeling the smooth skin over his abdomen and down his V-line.

Jimin held a breath, watching me carefully as he continued to converse with his mother on the phone. I lifted myself from his lap and sunk down on my knees, pulling his pants along, only until his bulge was free from the contraints. Jimin's mouth was agape as I trailed soft kisses down his V-line, taking my time before I used my hands to feel his already stiff bulge underneath his boxers.

"Ah.. yes, I did visit yesterday.. but you weren't home." Jimin said, beginning to lose concentration, the blood on his head flowing down to his hard erection.

I bit my lips as I hook my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and finally freeing his bare dick. It curled up against his lower abdomen. I gripped on his hips and he continued to watch me with eyes filled with heavy lust. I looked up at his eyes as I lower my face beside his hard length, licking the base of his cock, sliding one of my hands down to attend to his balls. 

"W-What?" He stuttered, quickly regaining himself as I wrapped my hand around his tip, slowly pumping him. "Mara? Well she's.. uh, working."

I held in a giggle before I licked a stripe up his shaft, tracing the v-shaped flesh that connected his shaft and the tip of his cock causing him to hiss and shiver due to oversensitivity.

"Mom, can you call back later? I'm kinda busy." Jimin said and then hung up, bringing his down on his desk. He then ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at my face, right beside his cock. "Goddamit Mara."

I only gave him a smile and then I took him inside my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around his length every time I go up. His abdomen would tense up whenever I take him down my throat and my nose would nudge against his pubis. Jimin's fingers weaved through the strands of my hair, pushing them back so he could take a look at my face, so he could see his cock filling my wet mouth, his tip brushing against my soft lips.

"Fuck baby.. I thought you're only giving me a hand-," Jimin had to stop and grip on my hair when I sucked hard on him, releasing him with a pop and giving him a grin.

"I changed my mind." I told him, wiping the traces of his pre cum off of my lips before standing up.

"What are you doing?" Jimin asked as he watched me standing up.

"We'll continue this at home. At the appropriate time and place." I clearly emphasized on the last part.

"You've gotta be kidding me. Shit Mara." Jimin cursed under his breath.  He quickly pulled his pants up, clothing his painful erection. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you still have work to do, Mr. Park. I don't want to distract you." With that, I turned on my heel and smiled satisfactorily to myself.