The atmosphere in the CEO's office had shifted from the corporate sterile to something primal and thick with anticipation. The sounds of the party in the outer lounge had faded into a distant, muffled hum, leaving Harin and Joon-ho in a cocoon of heavy silence and suffocating heat. The air felt charged, almost vibrating, as the proximity between them bridged the final gap.
They were locked in a deep, demanding kiss, their breaths mingling in a rhythmic dance of hunger. It wasn't a gentle exploration; it was a collision of needs. Harin's hands were buried in Joon-ho's hair, pulling him closer as if she were trying to merge her very soul with his. Joon-ho's grip on her waist was firm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, anchoring her to him.
