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Clutching the tablet to my chest, I replied in a low voice.
Doha then stood up, approached me, and leaned in slightly.
When our lips brushed, the dry skin contact made a faint sound as they touched and parted.
“Then, I should give you a reward for waiting patiently.”
“… ….”
“A kiss. It’ll also help cover up the pheromones.”
It was a reasonable excuse, in a way.
As I raised my arm to check if pheromones were indeed leaking, I stiffened at the sensation of lips pressing against mine.
One, two, three times, until finally, on the third, my lips parted ever so slightly.
A desperate kiss, searching and sweeping through my mouth, made my fingers weaken, and an involuntary sound came from deep in my throat.
Doha swiftly took the tablet from my hand and gently guided me backward.
I stumbled, holding onto his shoulders for balance, until my back hit a solid glass pane, bringing my steps to a halt.
Our lips parted briefly before Doha lifted me effortlessly.
My legs naturally wrapped around his waist, and we kissed again, a soft, melting tenderness this time.
Each time he caressed me, I released a sound of pleasure.
His lips moved like gentle greetings, delicately pressing against only the most sensitive spots.
He usually kissed me with an intensity that felt like I’d be devoured, so his uncharacteristic gentleness felt strange and almost awkward.
Even after our lips separated, I felt dazed.
His kisses left me breathless, each one drawing out all my senses.
Doha cupped my cheek with one hand, a light laugh escaping his lips before he sealed the moment with a gentle kiss.
“Let’s leave together when work is over.”
“I already gave you a treat,” I mumbled.
“It’s already melted away.”
“… ….”
“If you keep feeding me, I might be able to hold myself back.”
I held his cheeks between my hands, leaning down to brush my tongue against his lips before kissing him slowly.
He responded with ease, matching my pace and kissing me softly, just as I had kissed him.
Following his earlier example, I gently drew back after one final press of my lips.
“This should hold you over.”
“It’s hard to stop…”
He rubbed his cheek against my chest, looking up at me with a gaze filled with longing.
Hmm… he really did look cute like this.
Pushing away my momentary fondness, I nodded.
“I’ll head straight home. We’ll be able to see each other tonight.”
“Straight home, you said?” He emphasized “straight” in a peculiar way, but I nodded casually.
After all, there was no way Ha Eunjoo would tell Doha we were meeting, and he was the only one who needed to be left in the dark.
It did seem a bit controlling to comment on my return time, but I supposed he had the right, as both my landlord and my boss.
I nodded again and kissed him once more, signaling him to stop nagging.
“Yes.”
Doha pulled me down gently by my nape and kissed me again.
He bit my lower lip, licking it, opening his mouth as if to deepen the kiss, only to close it with a playful, disappointed tug.
The cold glass wall against my back, combined with the anxiety that someone might see us from outside, made my body tingle all over.
Doha bit and licked at my lower lip, teasing before slowly moving downward.
His lips slid past my jaw, trailing a warm, languid line along the side of my neck.
“Ah, mmm… Please, stop, mmm…,” I whispered, even though there wasn’t an ounce of real resistance in my voice.
Doha’s hands roamed slowly over my waist, the contrast of his warm touch against my chilled skin making me shiver.
The thin shirt did nothing to dull the sensation.
“Should I really stop? Last night, you complained about how hard it was, but when I tried to stop…”
Doha’s hands slid lower, squeezing my ass, pulling at the fabric and pressing into me.
“You begged me to keep going, said it felt too good to stop.”
“Ugh, that was…,” I stammered, my mind flooding with memories of the rough, heated night we shared.
My face burned at the thought.
Clutching at his shoulders, I turned away only for Doha to catch my gaze, his eyes crinkling with mischief.
“Should I stop?” he asked.
We were still at the office, during working hours, in a place where the secretarial staff could easily enter with just a simple nod of permission.
My shaky self-control barely held me back as I stammered.
“Someone could see us. And this is… the office, CEO… hnn…”
A soft sound escaped my lips as Doha’s thumb traced slow circles over my chest.
He toyed with my nipples, making them stiffen against the thin shirt, teasing and kneading until they strained visibly beneath the fabric.
Doha leaned in, his wet tongue almost brushing against them before he whispered in a low voice.
“I locked the door.”
The husky note in his voice, almost scratching at my ears, made me sigh.
“Just this once,” I managed, “when we get home, we’ll only hold hands.”
My heart pounded so loudly I worried he might hear it, but he simply grinned and grabbed my hips firmly, his smile dangerous.
“Then I guess I’ll have to give it my all now.”
It felt like I was digging my own grave.
A familiar, dull ache pulsed through me.
Where am I…
My eyelids fluttered open, and I slowly turned to see Doha’s strong shoulder.
Beyond him, through the half-drawn blinds, I could see the city skyline.
Soft bedding, a familiar room, a small bedside table with a sea-scented diffuser on top—it was the makeshift bedroom connected to the CEO’s office.
Doha, cradling me tenderly, seemed to sense my movement and tilted his head slightly.
“You’re awake?”
“…Yeah.”
I remembered then, how I’d begged him to let me sleep for just thirty more minutes before I passed out.
My hand wandered, touching my body, which was now clean and fresh, the stickiness of earlier gone.
My fingers played with the crisp, new shirt as I nuzzled his warm shoulder, mumbling.
“Really…”
But then, the embarrassment washed over me.
I couldn’t believe we’d actually had sex in the office.
A weak sense of shame gnawed at me, wondering how I could be so easily swayed by desire.
“Having sex at work… Are you crazy?”
Earlier, when he’d demanded a treat, he’d licked and sucked me with an intensity that made me clutch at anything for support.
He’d whispered nonsense about how “young ones grow up eating things like this,” and I’d been too busy stifling my moans.
Doha’s expression then, ears drooping like a guilty puppy, was almost pitifully endearing.
I couldn’t help but ruffle his hair.
I paused for a moment, realizing something.
“You’ll only touch, only hold, only do anything with me, right?”
“You won’t lie, right?”
It wasn’t long ago that his relentless thrusts had melted me from the inside out.
My hand wandered lower, over my stomach, recalling the sensation of him filling me, of his release leaking from me.
The sounds that echoed in my head made my face burn as I struggled to speak.
“We… really can’t do this again at work. Not a second time.”
“Okay.”
I mumbled a reply under Doha’s watchful gaze that seemed to challenge me to do more.
“If you do that again, I’m really going to report you.”
No sooner had I finished speaking than Doha suddenly lifted me up.
He made sure we were face-to-face and slowly ran his hand through my hair.
His touch was as delicate as if he were handling a glasswork piece that might shatter at any moment.
“Let’s leave work together. The weather’s nice today, so how about heading out toward the outskirts of Seoul? Aren’t you tired of just going between home and the office every day? You need to get some fresh air every now and then. Besides, you don’t even leave the house on weekends.”
I shot him a sideways glare, thinking he was being overly whiny, and patted his shoulder as if comforting a child.
“I’ve been cutting down on overtime, haven’t I? It’s sad that my pay is going down because of that, but at least I’m not causing problems with my pheromones anymore. Anyway, I can’t today. And, CEO, what do you mean I never go out? Every evening, I take Dotchi and Dolbok on walks with you. If not that, I’m often out in the yard.”
I’d grown quite accustomed to our evening walks together.
Sometimes, we’d spend time tossing a Frisbee or a tennis ball in the yard. It was a peaceful and warm routine.
I was managing to rest and live well in my own way, so suddenly going to the outskirts felt a bit much.
If the weather’s nice, it would be more convincing if he suggested we head to the Han River, lay out a mat, and have a beer instead.
After some time, Doha sighed as if defeated.
“Should I plan a business trip?”
“…I don’t think you have any scheduled.”
“How about buying an island this time and heading there?”
Before I knew it, I lightly tapped his chest.
Was he spouting nonsense more than usual these days, or was it just me?
“Fine, I get it.”
He hugged me tightly and patted my back.
The sunlight hitting my eyes felt unusually warm.
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Good
Aahhh really…….,😚😚 they are so cute