The air in the office had become an oppressive weight, saturated with the scent of arousal and the rhythmic sound of their combined breathing. Harin was trembling in Joon-ho's arms, her body humming like a live wire. The teasing was over; the time for gradual exploration had passed. She needed more. She needed the weight of him, the fullness of him, and the raw power that only Joon-ho could provide.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Harin pushed herself away from his chest. She stood up from the sofa, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She looked like a goddess of desire, her skin flushed and her gaze heavy with a insatiable hunger. Without a word, she reached down and slid her skirt down her hips, the fabric pooling around her ankles in a heap of discarded professionality. In one swift motion, she stepped out of the garment and slid her panties down, kicking them aside.
