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He swore he never thought about sex when he was with her.
Hardly ever thought about sex when he was with her.
Really never, hardly ever thought about sex when he was with her.
When Baek Eun Ho was with Yu Hui Yeon, he was swept up in a kind of baffled enchantment, as if when she was in the room, everything else went a little dim. As if she moved in her own spotlight with her own theme song playing – just under his skin, jangling his nerves, making him hyper-aware of her every movement.
She was funny and engaging and bright, and she filled him up in ways he had not known were empty.
He had hardly thought of his first love, since she had, as he thought, so cruelly rejected him in high school. The occasional melancholy thought when things were going particularly badly, or perhaps when things were going particularly well and he would have liked to rub her face in it a little.
He had been too focused on his career to think about romance – not knowing why he had been rejected made him a little tentative around women. And he had achieved more than he hoped, becoming a star in his field before his 30s. And he had put most thoughts of high school behind him until he saw her again at the school reunion and learned that she had been as much a victim as he.
Then Yu Ji Hyuk pulled him back into Kang Ji Won’s orbit and everything had gone crazy for a while, leaving him on the other side of chaos with a new obsession – Yu Hui Yeon.
He swore, when he was with her, his thoughts were respectful. Well, mostly respectful.
Except when she ate. What was a sweet infatuation by day became an erotic wet dream by night. Her every blissful expression, every ecstatic moan, every greedy mouthful fueled his dreams until he woke aroused and panting. He would lie in bed in a pool of sweat and sometimes, to his deep shame, sticky with cum. He hadn’t been so out of control even when he was a horny teenager.
He'd be talking to her and suddenly have a vision of her writhing in his lap while she licked Basque cheesecake from his fingers…
Or her throwing her head back and screaming with laughter as he sucked cold noodles from her breasts…
Or him following a trail of wine down her stomach to where it pooled in her belly button before trickling further…
And he would come to himself with his cheeks flushed and his ears red to face her curious eyes and animated voice asking if he was feeling all right.
How could he tell her? That he wanted to strip her naked and eat her whole? Take her up against a wall, in the front seat of a car, on a restaurant prep table? That he starved for her every moment of the day, and gorged himself on her in dreams every single night? How could he sully her innocence with his perverted desires?
“Your ears…” she reached up to touch them, then stopped when he flinched. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding anything of the sort. “I forgot you don’t like having your ears touched.”
He bit back a moan. If she touched his ears now, he thought he would go off like a geyser.
“Are you all right, though?” She reached for his hand instead. “You seem upset about something.”
He shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say. He was messing this up so badly. All because he was afraid to just tell her what he wanted, how he felt, afraid of scaring her with his intense need.
“We should go,” Hui Yeon started to gather her things together, looking at the small cake in front of her with only a few bites taken out of it yet.
“Finish your dessert. I’m okay.” His voice was a little strained, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Is it all right? Here, we can share it.” And she slid a big bite of sinfully rich cake into her mouth, then lifted a forkful of sweet temptation to his lips. Helplessly, he opened his mouth to her, and shuddered as she closed her eyes and moaned.
Hardly knowing what he did, he stood, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the restaurant. After a moment’s hesitation, she went with him willingly, turned into his arms when he pushed her against an alley wall, and eagerly opened her mouth to his.
They had kissed before, of course: sweet kisses on cheeks and foreheads; gentle good-night kisses at her door at evening’s end. He had been so careful not to crowd her, not to press too hard. And she, like the good girl he thought she was, had answered him in kind, returning his kisses with restrained enthusiasm.
Tonight, though, the fire had been lit. His fantasies had leaked through his careful control, and the taste of her, the heat of her, the feel of her compact body quivering against his, broke him. His kiss turned feral, demanding, his thumb on her chin forcing her mouth open, his tongue sweeping hers, one hand protecting her head from the wall.
And she responded as if she had only been waiting for this. As if she had been holding back to make sure he was at ease. As if she had stored up her passion until he was ready to accept it. Because she seemed now to be a flame of desire, pushing him to greater heights.
She tore her mouth from his briefly, “Home. Take me home, Eun Ho.”
He groaned against her throat, and she laughed without restraint.
“Take me home, Eun Ho. Or we are going to be arrested for indecent public acts.” She raised to her toes, wrapped her arms around him, and whispered in his ear, “Because tonight we are going to be extremely indecent.”