Mr. Boss

Chapter-21💗

Taehyung's pov

When I heard a knock on my door, I sprang upright, my breathing erratic like I'd just sprinted a marathon.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook's voice called. He'd knocked on the interior door between our rooms.

I cleared my throat. "Yes?"

"Can I borrow your iPhone charger? I forgot to pick one up today."

"Ummm...sure. Give me a minute to find it."

My hands were shaking as fasten my pants and turned on the light and began to rip apart my overnight bag in search of my charger. What the hell am I doing?

Finding it, I took a deep breath and steadied myself for thirty seconds before opening the door between us. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Here you go," I said to his shoulder.

"Thanks."

My voice sounded odd, even to me. The pitch was high and...I was talking way too fast in one long run-on, unpunctuated sentence. "You're welcome you can keep it I won't need it until the morning I was just going to go to bed anyway."

Jungkook's brow was furrowed when I glanced up. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

He wasn't buying it. "I don't know." Looking over my shoulder, he checked out my room. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing," I responded way too fast.

"Nothing, huh?"

My face was flushed, and I could feel a sheen of perspiration on my forehead and cheeks, but damn if I wasn't going to try to lie my way right through it.

Jungkook's eyes trailed down the length of my body Shit! I was still hard, and then our gazes
locked.

And I knew.

He knew.

He knew.

I could actually see his pupils dilate when he realized it. After an intense stare-off, during which I thought it was entirely possible I might melt from the heat, he simply said, "Goodnight, Taehyung."

I'd just begun to breathe again when he stopped the door from closing at the last second. Reaching down, he took my hand and cupped it in his. Then he slowly brought it to his face and closed his eyes. When he inhaled deeply, smelling the hand I'd just touched myself with, I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

It was the most embarrassing, yet most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

My body shook, the ache between my legs unbearable. I couldn't move, I couldn't say a word. I just stood there, watching him breathe my scent in and out. When he finally opened his eyes, and a groan came from his lips, I was done. So done

I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. "I quit."

He wrapped his arm around my waist, and with one quick hitch, he lifted me up. "It's about damn time."

My legs wrapped around him, and he turned, backing me into the open door between our rooms. He gave my hairs a good strong yank so my head bent back, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.

I swear I almost came right there. Our mouths opened, and tongues frantically collided. He tasted insanely good, and I never wanted to come up for air. I didn't care if I died of asphyxiation-I'd die deliriously happy.

He pressed himself harder into me as my legs were wrapped around him, open-spread eagled as he pushed harder against me. I moaned when he rubbed himself up and down. The sheer fabric of my pant allowed the friction of his zipper to spark like a rock to flint, and my body ignited.