Harin's breath fogged the glass as the city glimmered far below, Seoul's lights oblivious to the chaos spinning inside her office. Her blouse hung open, one bra strap slipping low, her hair wild from his hands. The only thing that filled her mind was the heat of Joon-ho's body pinning her to the edge of her own desk, the ache of need tearing through every defense she'd built.
He swept the remaining papers and her laptop aside, barely glancing at the avalanche of falling pens and files. Harin pulled him in by his shirt, voice ragged, desperate. "Don't you dare leave me alone tonight."
Joon-ho's eyes burned, jaw set, and the look he gave her left no room for protest. "I'm not letting go until you beg, Harin. So don't think for a second you can just boss your way out of this."
She bared her teeth, a half-crazed grin. "Make me."
