[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 311: Ride All Night Long

The marriage proposal, or perhaps a birthday celebration... Rosè Yang couldn't find the proper words to describe tonight. In the end, she settled with both.

All seven courses of dinner were served and their night was coming to a close, or so she thought. Her stomach was stuffed — something he ensured and she definitely did not mind. Later, they got into a car and she assumed they were heading home.

Rosè Yang gently leaned her head upon his shoulder and surprised him by grabbing his hand first, holding it with both of her tiny ones.

Park Jimin watched her play with his long fingers. She had a silly smile on her face, oblivious to the tender look on his. Using one of her fingers, she poked his thumb, then smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling. Her dimples were very prominent and he wanted to pinch her cheek.

"Pst, pst, I have a secret to tell you." She whispered to him, urging him to lean his head down so that she could access his ears.

Park Jimin was highly intrigued by what she had to say and willingly obliged. "Hm? What is it?"

Like a schoolgirl, she excitedly reached up, cupped his ears with her hands, and whispered: "I love you." She sat back down with a grin. Her words and actions struck a chord in his heart and she delivered the final blow by suddenly grabbing his upper arm, tugging him down and sealing her lips over his in a quick kiss.

"As you already know, I'm very stubborn, spoiled at times, and a little bit crazy, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." She whispered to him, her eyes dropping on the rings resting on her right hand. She ran a finger over it, her heart hammering against her chest.

The thought of being his lawfully married wife was still a very surreal dream to her. Sometimes she would catch herself pinching her arm to wake herself up from this euphoric dream. Every time she did not, she would get a bit emotional. This was her heavenly reality.

"Throw your worst at me and I'll turn it into the best." Park Jimin raised his hand and cupped the back of her head, bringing her face towards him more. Her quick kiss ignited the flames within him, one that he thought she could relinquish when he kissed her, but instead, she seemed to be fanning it.

Rosè Yang's eyes fluttered closed as they shared a soft, slow kiss that eventually turned more steamy than she anticipated. She could feel herself scooting backward, and he followed her until she was pressed against the window. One of his arms snaked around her waist, yanking her onto his lap, molding her lithe body against his. His other hand slipped behind her head, angling her lips to align it with his whilst the kiss deepened.

Rosè Yang could feel something hard press against her thigh and when she tried to adjust her legs, a growl left Park Jimin's lips. Her eyes widened when the arm around her waist snapped to her thigh, holding it in place.

He pulled back and in a rough, hoarse voice, grunted, "Don't move it."

Not giving her the chance to respond, he captured her lips again. The more he kissed or touched her, the more he wanted it, and it was an addiction he would never give up. She let out a quiet moan, sending him off the edge. He wanted to gently kiss her since it was a special day for her. But she was squirming on his lap and releasing small moans that sent his control spiraling.

Rosè Yang's hands slid up his chest, gliding on his neck, and reaching both sides of his face where she rested them. She could feel herself getting light-headed, as his kisses always did to her, and with nothing to hold on to, she could only succumb to it.

Something warm pooled in her lower stomach, the same sensation she felt when he explored the world down there with his mouth. The feeling intensified when one hand traveled to her breast, grazing the sensitive area. Without warning, he roughly grabbed it, squeezing it, her back arching whilst a pleasured sound traveled out of her mouth.