[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 348: Do It Properly

"Did you sleep well? Are you hungry? Are you sore? Shall I call for an Eastern Medicine doctor and have him prepare some concoction for you? Do you feel little kicks? How is our bun? Is it rising, baking, or just flat?" He asked her a series of questions with a straight and serious expression.

Rosè Yang paused. Then she burst out laughing at how adorable he was behaving. She squeezed her arms out of his iron-grip and used them to wrap her hands behind his head. "You're so cute, my nagging wife." She blissfully said. "I slept too good for it to be real, what about you?"

"My sleep doesn't matter, yours does. How's your hunger level? Does it hurt anywhere? Shall I have someone schedule an appointment with an OB-GYN? Nevermind, you shouldn't go anywhere. I'll bring them to you."

"Pft!" Rosè Yang tried her hardest to not laugh at his words. "You're so sweet, I love you so much." She squeezed his cheek when he lifted his head to look at her in dismay, eagerly waiting for her to answer his question. "For the record, your sleep does matter. You have so many dark circles under your eyes, the panda called and wants them back." She pinched his cheek again. "As for your other questions, I am indeed sore and hungry. It has been one night since we've consummated our marriage, so the chances of a baby are very low right now. Come back in three weeks and we'll see."

Park Jimin nodded his head and made a mental note to have an OB-GYN visit her in three weeks. "How sore?"

"A bit, but not as unbearable as I thought it would be." She innocently said, unaware that his hands were slipping under her shirt to grab her hips.

"In that case..." He smirked, tossing his boxers aside. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but he sealed the words inside and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Her tense body relaxed as she melted against him. Their bodies were intimately pressed against each other and he could feel her perfectly through the thin shirt she wore.

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"H-how many days do you plan on confining me to our bed?" Rosè Yang groaned. She was lethargic, for one round turned into three so early in the morning. She had repeatedly screamed and whimpered his name as he filled her completely. He didn't even seem apologetic about it when she begged for mercy from the incredible pleasure he was giving her.

"As long as possible." He grinned, buttoning his shirt and sleeves while sitting on the edge of their bed. He was sporting a pair of her cuff links that she had given him a while back. She wanted to pout and wish he would stay in bed with her all day, but that wouldn't be fair to him and his packed schedule. She knew all she had to do was ask and he would stay without a second thought. However, she kept her opinion to herself and resorted to lying on her side and watching him get ready.

"I also have work, you know." She huffed, attempting to sit up, but he pushed her back down and brought the blankets back up to her chin.

"You, my love, need some rest. Forget about your work for now." Park Jimin seldomly ordered her, but when he did, he left no room for any arguments. After their passionate and loud love-making, he had wiped her clean and helped her change into another one of his shirts.

Rosè Yang checked the minimalist wooden clock on her nightstand and saw that it was still early in the morning, eight o'clock to be exact. She supposed she could sleep an hour or more. When he left for work, she would have the freedom to do as she pleased. For example, tackling the mountain of work she had yet to finish.

"I know what you're thinking." He told her, knocking on her forehead. "You're not sneaking off to work today. You need to rest." He commanded in a stern voice. But his actions contrasted against his words, for he was tucking her into bed like a henpecked husband.