Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 2:-

"You're very distracting." Jungkook grazes his teeth along my lower lip. "But I'm not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion."

I run my teeth along his jaw, his stubble tickly against my tongue, not caring a dime for the good people of Monte Carlo.

"Lisa," he groans. He wraps his wrist around my ponytail and tugs gently, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails kisses from my ear down my neck.

"Shall I take you in the sea?" he breathes.

"Yes," I whisper.

Jungkook pulls away and gazes down at me, his eyes warm, wanting and amused. "Mrs. Jeon, you're insatiable, and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?"

"A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?"

"I'll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not with an audience." He jerks his head toward the shore. What?

Sure enough, several sunbathers on the beach have abandoned their indifference and now regard us with interest. Suddenly, Jungkook grabs me around my waist and launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water and sink beneath the waves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.

"Jungkook!" I scold, glaring at him. I thought we were going to make love in the sea . . . and chalk up yet another first. He bites his lower lip to stifle his amusement. I splash him, and he splashes me right back.

"We have all night," he says, grinning like a fool. "Laters, baby."

He dives beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then in a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away from the shore, away from me.

Gah! Playful, tantalizing Fifty! I shield my eyes from the sun as I watch him go. He's such a tease . . . what can I do to get him back?

While I swim back to the shore, I contemplate my options. At the sun loungers our drinks have arrived and I take a quick sip of Coke. Jungkook is a faint speck in the distance.

Hmm . . . I lie down on my front and, fumbling with the straps, take my bikini top off and toss it casually onto Jungkook's sun lounger. There . . . see how brazen I can be, Mr. Jeon. Put this in your pipe and smoke it. I shut my eyes and let the sun warm my skin . . . warm my bones, and I drift away under its heat, my thoughts turning to my wedding day.

[My favourite moment of their life after so many bridges👇🏻]

"You may kiss the bride," Reverend Walsh gushes.

I beam up at my husband.

"Finally, you're mine," he whispers, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me chastely on the lips.

I am married. I am Mrs. Jeon Jungkook. I am giddy with joy.

"You look beautiful, Lily," he murmurs and smiles, his eyes glowing with love . . . and something darker, something hot.

"Don't let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?" His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail down my cheek, igniting my blood.

Holy crap . . . How does he do this, even here with all these people staring at us?

I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no one can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has discreetly stepped back. I glance at the throng gathered in their wedding finery . . . My mom, Ray, Marco, and the Jeon's are all applauding - even Rose, my maid of honor, who looks stunning in pale pink as she stands beside Jungkook's best man, his brother, Jimin. Who knew that even Jimin could scrub up so well? All wear huge, beaming smiles - except Scarllet, who weeps graciously into a dainty white handkerchief.