Toy With My Heart 2/?
Title: Toy With My Heart 2/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
Warning: Under18!Yoochun (Changmin is 27, Yoochun is 14)
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 2:
I managed to control myself for four months. We slept in the same bed, so I was surprised I lasted that long. I never did claim to have any self-control when it came to sex; what twenty-seven year old does?
But it wasn’t in bed, with both of us vulnerable to the other, morning erections on display.
It was in the library, during his lessons.
Yoochun excelled in math and music. He loved history and literature. There wasn’t much he didn’t enjoy (except for biology - he liked the straightforwardness of physics, but physical sciences were beyond him). I took it upon myself to teach him economics and business. He didn’t particularly enjoy those either.
Then again, I made him think. I set him to read transcripts of court cases, transcripts of business documents, and then led discussions regarding them.
His teachers said that he paid more respect to me than he did them. I understood why, but it bothered me. He didn’t treat me as a father figure. Or as a teacher. He never called me master. But he also did not call me “hyung”. I wanted him, too. Changmin-shi was so polite.
I always called him ‘my darling’, even during his lessons. I was pretty strict with him. I assigned him homework in all his classes, gave him college level tests and made him wear something similar to a school uniform. He wore black slacks, a gray vest over a button down shirt. His tie was green and gray. I also required him to have his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. If he was at school, he’d have to cut it, but I was selfish. I liked it long. Every now and then a strand would fall over his cheek, and he’d push it back with delicate fingers.
Yoochun bent over a text. Plump lower lip between his white teeth. He glanced up at me, and our eyes met. For a moment, he stared at me and I realized he had asked me a question.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, my darling. My mind wandered.”
The side of his lip jerked, almost like he was going to smile. “It does that a lot.”
“And it’s your fault.”
He bit his lip, looking like he’d done something wrong.
I laughed. “But it’s definitely not your fault that it’s your fault that my mind wanders.”
“Huh?”
My smile widened as his face scrunched with more confusion. “I’m going to have to stop teaching you.”
“What? Why?”
“I can’t really focus, my darling. Well, that’s not true. I can focus, but I focus on teaching you inappropriate things instead of what I should be teaching.”
His cheeks burned red as my meaning registered.
“You’re no less alluring to me than the moment I saw you, darling. You’re more so. Seeing you so open and full of smiles and learning. It’s endearing. Now. Back to studying.”
He gnawed on his lower lip, but did not say anything for the rest of his lesson. Nor did he read, face scrunched up in thought. He was quiet through dinner, and tense while we readied for bed. I did as I always did. Pressed a kiss to his cheek and rolled away from him with a whisper of “Good night, my darling.”
That night, he surprised me. “Good night, hyung.”
And I forgot how to sleep.
The next day was even worse. For me anyway. Saturday. I had no work, and when he finished his homework, Yoochun had nothing to do either. Besides schooling, I tried to make his life more or less normal. Jaejoong got a kick out of the fact that I’m a gamer on the weekends, and now that I had Yoochun, I had someone to play video games with.
He was starting to beat me at my favorite games.
“So what game are you going to kick my ass on today?” I asked.
“I … um, have some reading to do, h-hyung,” he said quietly, not lifting his head from the book on the table.
I was pretty sure he was lying, but I said okay, and told him to come and find me when he was done.
I did not go far. I stopped right outside the library door and leaned against the wall.
Fighting with my libido was getting harder and harder. No pun intended.
The sounds of muffled sobs slipped through the slightly open door. I froze and strained to hear. My heart clenched tightly. Without thinking of me or the situation, I entered the library. Yoochun had his arm on the desk, his head in his arm, so all I could see was the top of his head and shaking shoulders.
I was next to him in four strides, kneeling. He jerked in surprise and tried to hide from me, but my arms were already around his waist, pulling him off the chair to hold him. His fingers clenched in my shirt, so much like the first time I held him.
“My darling,” I whispered into his hair.
He shook his head and cried. Frustrated tears. Not from sadness. That eased my heart some, but then he started talking.
“What do you want from me?” was the only thing I understood before he started hitting my chest with his closed fist.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked it back until he cried out and tilted his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his heavy gasps. His long lashes fluttered on his round cheeks. I kissed away the tears as they fell.
“I want you to be happy,” I replied after a moment. And it was true. I wanted him to be happy.
His eyes opened and our gazes met.
“Happy, Yoochun. I want you to be ridiculously happy because you make me ridiculously happy.”
His eyes shut again and a new set of tears fell. His tongue peaked out to wet his plump, lower lip.
And that is when I caved.
I caught that lip with mine, ignoring his surprised gasp. I sucked it into my mouth. His tongue touched my upper lip. I moaned low, and then felt his hands trying to push me away. I released his lips, but I kept our faces close.
“Forgive me, my darling,” I whispered and kissed his cheek.
Slowly his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I tightened my hold around his waist, he buried his face in my neck.
“I just don’t know what you want,” he said, emboldened now that I could not look at him. I turned my face so it was buried in the length of his hair.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He froze and then relaxed. A noise, embarrassed, unsure, escaped his throat.
“Tell me what you want. I will give you anything you want.”
“I want to go home,” he confessed, voice whisper soft.
It felt like someone dumped ice down my back. I pulled away and looked at him. He opened his mouth, closed it, muffled his cry and turned away from me. He muttered apologies and rocked back and forth, arms around his knees. I watched him and then put my hand on his back.
“Don’t be sorry, my darling,” I whispered. “It is against the law for you to--”
“I know.” He stopped shaking.
He let me hug him, and even settled into my arms as he calmed down.
“I’m sorry, Changmin-hyung,” he said again.
“I know you miss them,” I replied, and he nodded. “I will try. I can’t guarantee anything, but I’ll talk to Jaejoong.”
His head shot up and he spun around. “What?”
“Letting you go back isn’t an option,” I said firmly, “because that will put Jaejoong’s business at risk and both of our freedoms, but I will ask Jaejoong if we can go visit them.”
“You mean it, hyung?” he said, kneeling, eyes wide and excited.
With Yoochun’s eyes shining just from the possibility, I knew that I would make it happen. I nodded. “I promise. I’ll do everything I can to--”
“Thank you, hyung!” he shouted and threw himself at me. I oofed and fell onto my back. My head hit the floor, but it was his lips against mine that stunned me.
And him. He pulled away almost immediately, blushing red. Holding himself away with his hands flat on my chest.
I caught his face in my hands and kissed him again, softly, unassuming. His arms shook, and then folded. I wrapped my arms around him, turning to the side. He shivered into the kiss, hands gripping my muscles.
He’s only fourteen, a very annoying voice reminded me.
I sighed and sat us up. He stayed in my lap, quiet gasps panting against my neck.
“I’m sorry, my darl--” My words cut off at the feel of his lips on my skin. It was my turn to shiver. His arms tightened, his legs wrapped around my waist, and then his lips were on mine again.
“Yoo--chun--Yoo--” I needed to stop him by more than just saying his name. It’s not like I wasn’t stronger than he was. But his enthusiasm and his innocence spurred me on. I never imagined this moment on the floor of the library. On a desk in the library, yes; but not on the floor.
So who was in control? Right.
I gripped his cheeks again and broke the agonizing kisses. “Don’t, my darling. Not for me.”
He frowned, and then nodded. I ran my thumb over his lip, and he kissed it. I sat us up, succumbed to one more kiss and then stood up. My raging hard on was screaming at me.
I pulled him to his feet. “Come on. You can do your homework tomorrow.” I took his hand and led him to the game room where he spectacularly kicked my ass in almost every game we played.
Later, if he slid a little closer to me in bed, I pretended not to notice.
---
Jaejoong didn’t manage to arrange things until Yoochun’s fifteenth birthday. I spoiled him rotten that day, giving him gifts that didn’t mean as much as visiting his family.
His mother was beyond surprised to see him, and beyond happy. They hugged at the front door, and she cried. When Yoochun pulled away, her eyes stared at my car, the tinted windows, noting the expensive vehicle.
Yoochun touched her shoulder and led her inside.
I told him he had three hours, but he stayed for five. His brother came home from school, and there was another reunion. I warned him that it was too dangerous to come back here. Once someone was sold into slavery, they were not allowed to return. Yoochun knew the risks. I knew the risks. Jaejoong knew the risks; that’s why it took him so long to arrange it. He had to make sure no one would be watching us or him or Yoochun's family.
The door opened, and the three of them hugged on the front porch. His mother would not let him go. I grew anxious. The longer we were there, the better chance of us being discovered.
I rolled the window down enough to snap at him to hurry. He glanced at the car and frowned. I wished I could have given him more time. He pressed a kiss to his mother’s cheek and hugged his brother. His footsteps were heavy all the way back to my car.
I wished I could have driven away and pretended I never met Yoochun.
Yoochun climbed into the car slowly, turning his head to look back at his family. I lowered the window so he could wave goodbye. He put his seat belt on when I reminded him and looked out the window.
His mother shouted that she loved him. He waved, and I put the car in drive and slowly moved away. He waved until I turned a corner, and then he slouched down, curled in on himself and cried.
I reached my hand out for him, and he took it, squeezing my fingers between his.
“Thank you, hyung” he whispered, and then pressed his face to the window and said nothing more as I drove back home.
I expected him to be subdued and want to be alone all day. I did not expect him to be clingy. He attached himself to my side in the elevator, arms around my waist, face pressed against my chest.
I intended to eat dinner as soon as we arrived, but he was in no position to do so. His feet stumbled on the stairs. I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. He wrapped his legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders, face pressed against my neck. He was no longer as light as he used to be.
I laid him on the bed with the intention of getting up, but he tightened his hold again, and I lay with him, on top of him, my body covering his. I tried to keep my hips away from his crotch. But then he sagged, half yanking on me and I fell against him. He moaned, or whimpered, or … something. My eyes shut tight so I would not turn this into a sexual situation. He needed comfort right now.
“Hyung?” he said, voice breaking.
“Yes, my darling?”
“I want to make you happy, but I don’t know how.”
I pulled away, propping up a bit. My eyes shut as my hips rolled down. My head went light for a moment. His fingers touched my cheek. Snapping away from the moment.
I caught his hand, smiled and kissed the fleshy part of his palm. “I am happy, darling. You already make me happy.”
He bit his lower lip and looked away. I kissed his hand again and then lowered it, putting my elbows on either side of his head. His face was still turned away, and I kissed his cheek.
“Do not force yourself, or do anything because you don’t think I’m happy. Happiness is different for every person, Yoochun darling. Remember that. Being with you, in any way, makes me happy.”
He looked at me, and my breath caught at the determination in his face. I stopped him as he leaned up for a kiss.
“I think my body is showing you how much I want you,” I whispered, thrusting lightly so my erection hit his stomach, “but yours is not, and I will not force you.”
He clutched at my shirt again. “But you want me.”
“And I have you. I have your smiles and your attention. I don’t need more than that.”
He huffed out a breath of frustration.
“You don’t have to thank me with your body, my darling.”
“I--I don’t know what else to do.”
I kissed him lightly. “Are you hungry?”
He shook his head.
I nodded. “Okay. Stay and rest. I have tons of work to catch up on.”
Yoochun whimpered and shook his head again. “Don’t leave me alone, please.”
“Come with me then. I could laze the day away in bed with you, but businesses don’t run themselves.”
He suddenly smiled and said, voice stern, “A successful businessman doesn’t need to do anything. If things are done right, his businesses will run themselves.”
I laughed at my own words out of his mouth. “Who is teaching you to be so lazy?”
“Not lazy, successful.”
I smiled widely and kissed his cheek again. “So, Mr. Businessman, what should we do then? Stay here and tease me, or go make those phone calls that a lazy businessman must make every now and then to insure that his employees aren’t being lazy?”
His hands slipped into my suit jacket, around my hips, up my back. “Stay here.”
My eyes widened in shock and he blushed and looked away. I shut my eyes and reveled in his light touches. I had to clear my throat in order to say, “And this is why I’m the successful business man and you are the irresponsible teenager.”
He smiled brightly, and this time when he went for my lips, I let him kiss me.
It took all my self control to move away from him. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Part 3: Feel Me
Part 1: Find Me
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
Warning: Under18!Yoochun (Changmin is 27, Yoochun is 14)
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 2:
I managed to control myself for four months. We slept in the same bed, so I was surprised I lasted that long. I never did claim to have any self-control when it came to sex; what twenty-seven year old does?
But it wasn’t in bed, with both of us vulnerable to the other, morning erections on display.
It was in the library, during his lessons.
Yoochun excelled in math and music. He loved history and literature. There wasn’t much he didn’t enjoy (except for biology - he liked the straightforwardness of physics, but physical sciences were beyond him). I took it upon myself to teach him economics and business. He didn’t particularly enjoy those either.
Then again, I made him think. I set him to read transcripts of court cases, transcripts of business documents, and then led discussions regarding them.
His teachers said that he paid more respect to me than he did them. I understood why, but it bothered me. He didn’t treat me as a father figure. Or as a teacher. He never called me master. But he also did not call me “hyung”. I wanted him, too. Changmin-shi was so polite.
I always called him ‘my darling’, even during his lessons. I was pretty strict with him. I assigned him homework in all his classes, gave him college level tests and made him wear something similar to a school uniform. He wore black slacks, a gray vest over a button down shirt. His tie was green and gray. I also required him to have his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. If he was at school, he’d have to cut it, but I was selfish. I liked it long. Every now and then a strand would fall over his cheek, and he’d push it back with delicate fingers.
Yoochun bent over a text. Plump lower lip between his white teeth. He glanced up at me, and our eyes met. For a moment, he stared at me and I realized he had asked me a question.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, my darling. My mind wandered.”
The side of his lip jerked, almost like he was going to smile. “It does that a lot.”
“And it’s your fault.”
He bit his lip, looking like he’d done something wrong.
I laughed. “But it’s definitely not your fault that it’s your fault that my mind wanders.”
“Huh?”
My smile widened as his face scrunched with more confusion. “I’m going to have to stop teaching you.”
“What? Why?”
“I can’t really focus, my darling. Well, that’s not true. I can focus, but I focus on teaching you inappropriate things instead of what I should be teaching.”
His cheeks burned red as my meaning registered.
“You’re no less alluring to me than the moment I saw you, darling. You’re more so. Seeing you so open and full of smiles and learning. It’s endearing. Now. Back to studying.”
He gnawed on his lower lip, but did not say anything for the rest of his lesson. Nor did he read, face scrunched up in thought. He was quiet through dinner, and tense while we readied for bed. I did as I always did. Pressed a kiss to his cheek and rolled away from him with a whisper of “Good night, my darling.”
That night, he surprised me. “Good night, hyung.”
And I forgot how to sleep.
The next day was even worse. For me anyway. Saturday. I had no work, and when he finished his homework, Yoochun had nothing to do either. Besides schooling, I tried to make his life more or less normal. Jaejoong got a kick out of the fact that I’m a gamer on the weekends, and now that I had Yoochun, I had someone to play video games with.
He was starting to beat me at my favorite games.
“So what game are you going to kick my ass on today?” I asked.
“I … um, have some reading to do, h-hyung,” he said quietly, not lifting his head from the book on the table.
I was pretty sure he was lying, but I said okay, and told him to come and find me when he was done.
I did not go far. I stopped right outside the library door and leaned against the wall.
Fighting with my libido was getting harder and harder. No pun intended.
The sounds of muffled sobs slipped through the slightly open door. I froze and strained to hear. My heart clenched tightly. Without thinking of me or the situation, I entered the library. Yoochun had his arm on the desk, his head in his arm, so all I could see was the top of his head and shaking shoulders.
I was next to him in four strides, kneeling. He jerked in surprise and tried to hide from me, but my arms were already around his waist, pulling him off the chair to hold him. His fingers clenched in my shirt, so much like the first time I held him.
“My darling,” I whispered into his hair.
He shook his head and cried. Frustrated tears. Not from sadness. That eased my heart some, but then he started talking.
“What do you want from me?” was the only thing I understood before he started hitting my chest with his closed fist.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked it back until he cried out and tilted his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his heavy gasps. His long lashes fluttered on his round cheeks. I kissed away the tears as they fell.
“I want you to be happy,” I replied after a moment. And it was true. I wanted him to be happy.
His eyes opened and our gazes met.
“Happy, Yoochun. I want you to be ridiculously happy because you make me ridiculously happy.”
His eyes shut again and a new set of tears fell. His tongue peaked out to wet his plump, lower lip.
And that is when I caved.
I caught that lip with mine, ignoring his surprised gasp. I sucked it into my mouth. His tongue touched my upper lip. I moaned low, and then felt his hands trying to push me away. I released his lips, but I kept our faces close.
“Forgive me, my darling,” I whispered and kissed his cheek.
Slowly his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I tightened my hold around his waist, he buried his face in my neck.
“I just don’t know what you want,” he said, emboldened now that I could not look at him. I turned my face so it was buried in the length of his hair.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He froze and then relaxed. A noise, embarrassed, unsure, escaped his throat.
“Tell me what you want. I will give you anything you want.”
“I want to go home,” he confessed, voice whisper soft.
It felt like someone dumped ice down my back. I pulled away and looked at him. He opened his mouth, closed it, muffled his cry and turned away from me. He muttered apologies and rocked back and forth, arms around his knees. I watched him and then put my hand on his back.
“Don’t be sorry, my darling,” I whispered. “It is against the law for you to--”
“I know.” He stopped shaking.
He let me hug him, and even settled into my arms as he calmed down.
“I’m sorry, Changmin-hyung,” he said again.
“I know you miss them,” I replied, and he nodded. “I will try. I can’t guarantee anything, but I’ll talk to Jaejoong.”
His head shot up and he spun around. “What?”
“Letting you go back isn’t an option,” I said firmly, “because that will put Jaejoong’s business at risk and both of our freedoms, but I will ask Jaejoong if we can go visit them.”
“You mean it, hyung?” he said, kneeling, eyes wide and excited.
With Yoochun’s eyes shining just from the possibility, I knew that I would make it happen. I nodded. “I promise. I’ll do everything I can to--”
“Thank you, hyung!” he shouted and threw himself at me. I oofed and fell onto my back. My head hit the floor, but it was his lips against mine that stunned me.
And him. He pulled away almost immediately, blushing red. Holding himself away with his hands flat on my chest.
I caught his face in my hands and kissed him again, softly, unassuming. His arms shook, and then folded. I wrapped my arms around him, turning to the side. He shivered into the kiss, hands gripping my muscles.
He’s only fourteen, a very annoying voice reminded me.
I sighed and sat us up. He stayed in my lap, quiet gasps panting against my neck.
“I’m sorry, my darl--” My words cut off at the feel of his lips on my skin. It was my turn to shiver. His arms tightened, his legs wrapped around my waist, and then his lips were on mine again.
“Yoo--chun--Yoo--” I needed to stop him by more than just saying his name. It’s not like I wasn’t stronger than he was. But his enthusiasm and his innocence spurred me on. I never imagined this moment on the floor of the library. On a desk in the library, yes; but not on the floor.
So who was in control? Right.
I gripped his cheeks again and broke the agonizing kisses. “Don’t, my darling. Not for me.”
He frowned, and then nodded. I ran my thumb over his lip, and he kissed it. I sat us up, succumbed to one more kiss and then stood up. My raging hard on was screaming at me.
I pulled him to his feet. “Come on. You can do your homework tomorrow.” I took his hand and led him to the game room where he spectacularly kicked my ass in almost every game we played.
Later, if he slid a little closer to me in bed, I pretended not to notice.
---
Jaejoong didn’t manage to arrange things until Yoochun’s fifteenth birthday. I spoiled him rotten that day, giving him gifts that didn’t mean as much as visiting his family.
His mother was beyond surprised to see him, and beyond happy. They hugged at the front door, and she cried. When Yoochun pulled away, her eyes stared at my car, the tinted windows, noting the expensive vehicle.
Yoochun touched her shoulder and led her inside.
I told him he had three hours, but he stayed for five. His brother came home from school, and there was another reunion. I warned him that it was too dangerous to come back here. Once someone was sold into slavery, they were not allowed to return. Yoochun knew the risks. I knew the risks. Jaejoong knew the risks; that’s why it took him so long to arrange it. He had to make sure no one would be watching us or him or Yoochun's family.
The door opened, and the three of them hugged on the front porch. His mother would not let him go. I grew anxious. The longer we were there, the better chance of us being discovered.
I rolled the window down enough to snap at him to hurry. He glanced at the car and frowned. I wished I could have given him more time. He pressed a kiss to his mother’s cheek and hugged his brother. His footsteps were heavy all the way back to my car.
I wished I could have driven away and pretended I never met Yoochun.
Yoochun climbed into the car slowly, turning his head to look back at his family. I lowered the window so he could wave goodbye. He put his seat belt on when I reminded him and looked out the window.
His mother shouted that she loved him. He waved, and I put the car in drive and slowly moved away. He waved until I turned a corner, and then he slouched down, curled in on himself and cried.
I reached my hand out for him, and he took it, squeezing my fingers between his.
“Thank you, hyung” he whispered, and then pressed his face to the window and said nothing more as I drove back home.
I expected him to be subdued and want to be alone all day. I did not expect him to be clingy. He attached himself to my side in the elevator, arms around my waist, face pressed against my chest.
I intended to eat dinner as soon as we arrived, but he was in no position to do so. His feet stumbled on the stairs. I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. He wrapped his legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders, face pressed against my neck. He was no longer as light as he used to be.
I laid him on the bed with the intention of getting up, but he tightened his hold again, and I lay with him, on top of him, my body covering his. I tried to keep my hips away from his crotch. But then he sagged, half yanking on me and I fell against him. He moaned, or whimpered, or … something. My eyes shut tight so I would not turn this into a sexual situation. He needed comfort right now.
“Hyung?” he said, voice breaking.
“Yes, my darling?”
“I want to make you happy, but I don’t know how.”
I pulled away, propping up a bit. My eyes shut as my hips rolled down. My head went light for a moment. His fingers touched my cheek. Snapping away from the moment.
I caught his hand, smiled and kissed the fleshy part of his palm. “I am happy, darling. You already make me happy.”
He bit his lower lip and looked away. I kissed his hand again and then lowered it, putting my elbows on either side of his head. His face was still turned away, and I kissed his cheek.
“Do not force yourself, or do anything because you don’t think I’m happy. Happiness is different for every person, Yoochun darling. Remember that. Being with you, in any way, makes me happy.”
He looked at me, and my breath caught at the determination in his face. I stopped him as he leaned up for a kiss.
“I think my body is showing you how much I want you,” I whispered, thrusting lightly so my erection hit his stomach, “but yours is not, and I will not force you.”
He clutched at my shirt again. “But you want me.”
“And I have you. I have your smiles and your attention. I don’t need more than that.”
He huffed out a breath of frustration.
“You don’t have to thank me with your body, my darling.”
“I--I don’t know what else to do.”
I kissed him lightly. “Are you hungry?”
He shook his head.
I nodded. “Okay. Stay and rest. I have tons of work to catch up on.”
Yoochun whimpered and shook his head again. “Don’t leave me alone, please.”
“Come with me then. I could laze the day away in bed with you, but businesses don’t run themselves.”
He suddenly smiled and said, voice stern, “A successful businessman doesn’t need to do anything. If things are done right, his businesses will run themselves.”
I laughed at my own words out of his mouth. “Who is teaching you to be so lazy?”
“Not lazy, successful.”
I smiled widely and kissed his cheek again. “So, Mr. Businessman, what should we do then? Stay here and tease me, or go make those phone calls that a lazy businessman must make every now and then to insure that his employees aren’t being lazy?”
His hands slipped into my suit jacket, around my hips, up my back. “Stay here.”
My eyes widened in shock and he blushed and looked away. I shut my eyes and reveled in his light touches. I had to clear my throat in order to say, “And this is why I’m the successful business man and you are the irresponsible teenager.”
He smiled brightly, and this time when he went for my lips, I let him kiss me.
It took all my self control to move away from him. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Part 3: Feel Me
Part 1: Find Me
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