“Aaron,” she pleads, tugging my hair.
I’m not ready to give her what she wants—not yet. I reach for the wine glass and dip my finger into the crimson liquid.
Her eyes widen. “What are you—” The question dissolves into a moan as my wine-slick finger traces slow circles around her clit, followed by the flat of my tongue.
“Mmm,” I murmur against her heated flesh. “The vintage is excellent, but you’re exquisite.”
She surrenders completely as I alternate between wine-enhanced touches and her natural essence. I spread her apart, and she covers my hand with hers. “Hold up,” she pants, her lawyer voice breaking through the haze. “Wipe that off. Wine’s acidic. You’ll mess up my pH balance. I’m already pushing it with you drinking it off of me.”
It’s such a Minji interruption that I can’t help but laugh. I glance up to find her staring down at me, one eyebrow arched imperiously despite her flushed cheeks.
“Should I go wash up?” I ask, nipping at her inner thigh just hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips jerk in response.
Minji grabs my wrist, pulling my wine-stained fingers away. “Just use your napkin. I’d rather not pause for a full hygiene break.”
I obey, wiping my hand on the crisp white cloth before tossing it aside.
“Better?” I growl, my breath ghosting over her center.
Her thighs fall open wider. “Perfect,” she whispers.
I ease a finger inside, curling just so. Her entire body flexing toward the edge of the table. I grab the wine glass and hand it to her. “Pour it down your pussy so I can have something to drink while eating you. I’ll have to Google ways to keep your pH balance intact, but right now I want to do filthy things to you.”
Her hand trembles slightly as she takes the glass from me. “You’re serious,” she whispers, not quite a question.
“Dead serious.” I lick my lips.
She pauses—just long enough for me to see her calculating all possible pH disasters—before tilting the glass. The wine cascades in a crimson thread, finding its way to her center. The image sears itself into my brain, and my hands fly to her hips.
“Holy…” I can barely speak. The red liquid traces her contours like an artist’s brush, gathering where she’s already wet. I follow with my tongue, collecting every drop, consuming her as though she’s the only sustenance I’ve ever known. Her legs lock around my shoulders, her voice dissolving into a series of pleas.
I could stay here forever, determined to draw every last shudder from her body. She brings the glass to her mouth, takes a sip, then drains it completely in one defiant swallow.
“More?” I ask against heated skin.
“No… please… please just put it in.” She whimpers.
I stand, blood pounding in my ears, and reach for my belt. The hunger in Minji’s eyes as she watches my hands work the buckle nearly finishes me. Her dress is bunched around herwaist, her skin flushed and glistening in the low light. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her right now.
“Condom,” she reminds me.
I retrieve one from my wallet. She takes it from my fingers, her gaze locked on mine as she rolls it down my erection.
“Now,” she commands as she pulls me between her legs. “I need you inside me.”
I thrust into her completely, and she arches her spine as her fingers clutch the table edge. She’s still pulsing from before, clenching around me with each stroke.
“Honeybee,” I mumble against her throat, struggling to maintain control. “You’re incredible.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in deeper. The table creaks beneath us. I should be concerned about the noise, about someone walking in despite the locked door, but all I can focus on is Minji, the way her breath catches with each stroke, how her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Harder,” her lips brushing my ear. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
I adjust my grip on her hips, finding that angle that makes her eyelids flutter. The table shifts with our rhythm, sending wine glasses tumbling one after another.
“Someone’s going to hear,” I warn, though I make no move to slow down.
“I don’t care. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
