The afterglow of the first climax lingered in the air, but for Harin, the satisfaction was only a prelude. As she pulled back from his lap, she didn't distance herself; instead, she moved with a predatory grace, her body still humming with an electric, unspent energy. The release Joon-ho had experienced had only served to heighten her own desire, leaving her in a state of lopsided longing that demanded a different kind of fulfillment.
She stood up, her bare skin glowing in the dim light of the office. Without a word, she turned her back to him and leaned over the plush leather sofa. She arched her spine, pushing her chest down against the cushions and lifting her hips high into the air. It was a position of absolute vulnerability and invitation, her buttocks presented to him in a sculpted, inviting curve.
