“God, Minji.” I breathe against her neck. “A year later and you still feel perfect.”
She reaches back to grip my thigh, urging me deeper. “Less talking, more fucking.”
I laugh against her skin. Even now, Minji Lee is still the one giving orders, and I’m still happy to follow. I find a steady rhythm, the desk creaking a little, one hand next to hers and the other reaching to touch her where we’re joined. Her breathing gets faster, and I know those little gasps mean she’s getting close again.
“Everyone’s going to know,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. “When you take that conference call, flushed and distracted.”
“Fuck.” She pants, but I can feel her tightening around me at the thought.
The tension between us grows, and it feels like the world shrinks to just the two of us. I try to hold back and make it last, but Minji feels too good. The excitement of being with her in her office during the workday is making it hard to control myself.
“Aaron,” she whispers, and my name on her lips is almost enough to finish me. “I’m close again.”
I increase my pace, feeling her begin to tremble. “Together,” I manage, though I’m barely coherent at this point.
When she comes, her body clenches around me in waves that trigger my own release. I bury my face against her shoulder to muffle my groan as I empty myself inside her, my hips pressed flush against her perfect ass.
For a moment, we stay locked together, catching our breath. Then reality intrudes in the form of her phone buzzing on the desk.
“Shit,” she mutters, reaching for it while I’m still inside her. I quickly pull out and adjust myself while she grabs her phone, eyeing the caller ID with a grimace.
“It’s Jasmyn,” she whispers, straightening her skirt with one hand while reaching for tissues with the other. “Five minutes before the call.”
I help her clean up, passing more tissues as she attempts to restore her professional appearance. Her cheeks are still flushed, hair slightly mussed despite her efforts to smooth it back into place. She looks thoroughly fucked in the most delicious way.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I look like I just had sex in my office,” she retorts, but there’s no real annoyance in her voice. She checks her reflection in the small mirror she keeps in her desk drawer, dabbing at her smudged lipstick.
“You’re welcome.” I grin, zipping up my pants and re-buckling my belt. “Want me to stay for round two after your call?”
She shoots me that look—half-exasperation, half-fondness. “Some of us have actual work to do, bestseller.”
“Writing is actual work,” I protest, gathering the now-forgotten lunch containers. “Speaking of which, I should get back to it. I promised Tab to meet her at my publisher’s office.”
Minji nods, already slipping back into her professional persona as she checks her notes for the upcoming call. The transformation is fascinating, watching her compartmentalize, tuck away the woman who was moaning my name moments ago, and become the formidable attorney her clients depend on.
I lean across the desk to kiss her one last time, savoring the taste of her on my lips. “Dinner tonight? I’ll cook.”
“Your place or mine?” she asks, her focus already shifting to her computer screen.
“Mine. I changed the shower head.”
That earns me a smile. “Really?”
“Detachable.”
“Oh.” She blushes.
“Oh indeed.” I head for the door, pausing with my hand on the knob. “Hey, Honeybee?”
She looks up, eyebrow raised in question.
“I love you.”
Her expression softens, that rare, unguarded look that still makes my heart skip. “I love you, too.”
I blow her a kiss and head out, nodding at Eliza, who smirks at me as I pass her desk. I’m sure everyone here knows what happens when I bring lunch, but they all like Minji too much to say anything. It was pretty obvious when her office got soundproof walls and a new door seven months ago. The elevator ride to the lobby feels like a victory lap. Every time I leave Minji’s office after one of our ‘lunch meetings,’ I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.
