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She came back faster than I thought.

Her mouth gasping for breath as she had charged in here running.

I grinned seeing how desperate she had been to come back to me.

"I...I am here..."

"Good. Come here." I flicked my finger.

She bit her lower lip and nibbled on it, just the way I liked it. She knew what was coming. She was anticipating it. I was glad because I had been anticipating it too. She sauntered her way to me, slowly moving her legs to control her anxiousness.

It was too slow for my liking. I pulled her roughly to me setting her lovely bum on my lap. She was so soft. Soft and fitting into me, just like a puzzle.

My hands found themselves grabbing at her curves. Her pencil skirt was tight but stretchy enough that her legs could be spread apart. She gasped as fingers found the nub of sensitive nerves that was covered only by a thing lace underwear. I wanted to know what color it was but I refrained myself. There were other business we had to take care of.

"Yoongi...I...what were you doing?"

"Work..." I whispered, my voice husky from before.

"No..." She shook her head as my index finger and thumb worked magic on her clit. "Ooh...ah...I meant...earlier."

"Earlier?" I asked, my tongue tasting her skin of her neck and shoulder. "I was working."

I hummed in approval as her hands went over my larger hands. She pressed my hands for more. One on her breasts, and the other on her pussy.

I gave her a new hickey near the nape of her neck.

She moaned reveling under my touch.

"Do you want more?"

"God...yes."

I smirked at her.

"Ride me..." I commanded.