Chapter 6: The Secret Intimacy

The weeks had passed in a blur, and the once subtle tension between Namjoon and YN had now blossomed into something far more intense, sensual, and secretive. Their secret affair was their own thrilling escape from the rigid professionalism of the office environment. Each time they were alone, the urge to touch, kiss, and lose themselves in one another grew stronger, more irresistible.

Late-night work sessions had become their playground. On the surface, they maintained their facade of professionalism, but behind closed doors, the chemistry between them was palpable. Namjoon’s dominance, his authoritative air, only fueled YN’s desire. Each stolen moment, every kiss shared, felt like a fire igniting between them, burning hotter with every passing day.

It often started with a seemingly innocent glance. Namjoon’s eyes would linger on her a little too long, and YN would feel his gaze on her like a caress. The way his eyes darkened when he looked at her lips, or the way her breath hitched whenever she caught him looking at her hips it was a dance they had perfected. Their eyes spoke volumes of the desire they kept hidden.

Tonight was no different. It was another late-night work session, and the office was empty save for the two of them. YN sat at her desk, pretending to focus on her laptop, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel Namjoon’s presence behind her, his deep voice occasionally breaking the silence as he spoke on the phone. But when he ended his call, the atmosphere shifted.

"YN," Namjoon’s voice was low, commanding. "Come here."

She looked up, her heart skipping a beat. The way he said her name was so smooth, so authoritative it sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly, she stood and walked towards him, her heels clicking against the polished floor. When she reached him, Namjoon, sitting on the edge of his desk, reached out and pulled her closer by the waist.

His grip was firm but gentle, and his eyes locked with hers, filled with that familiar, burning intensity. “You know, you’re not very good at hiding how much you enjoy these late nights with me,” he teased, his lips curving into a sly smile.

YN’s breath caught, and she bit her lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn’t seem to shake around him. “I could say the same about you,” she whispered back, her voice soft, but her words carried a weight of meaning.

Namjoon chuckled softly, his thumb gently tracing circles on her waist. “Oh, I’m not hiding it. Not anymore.” His voice was a low growl, sending warmth flooding through her body.

Before she could respond, his hand slid up her back and pulled her closer until she was sitting on his lap, straddling him. She felt the firm muscle of his thighs beneath her, and something else something unmistakable. Her breath hitched again as she felt his arousal pressing against her through his pants.

“Namjoon…” she breathed, her hands resting on his chest as she steadied herself.

“Feel that?” he murmured, his hands running up her sides before resting on her hips. His grip tightened slightly, pulling her down to press harder against his growing bulge. “That’s what you do to me, YN. Every time you walk into this office.”

YN’s face flushed with heat, her body reacting to the feel of him beneath her. She had imagined sitting on his lap, feeling him this close, so many times. But now that it was happening, it was even more intense than she could have imagined. She shifted slightly, the friction making Namjoon groan low in his throat.

“Don’t tease me,” he growled softly, his hands gripping her tighter.

“Who’s teasing?” she replied, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she shifted again, deliberately this time. The sensation of him beneath her, hard and wanting, made her feel powerful, like she had some control over this game they played.

Namjoon’s eyes darkened, and in one swift motion, he stood, lifting her with him, before placing her on the edge of the desk. YN gasped as her back met the cold surface of the desk, but the chill was quickly forgotten as Namjoon leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was hot and desperate.

His hands were everywhere on her waist, her thighs, her back pulling her closer, deeper into the kiss. YN’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The heat between them was undeniable, and their kisses quickly grew more passionate, more urgent.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Namjoon murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to her thighs, pushing her skirt up just enough to reveal the smooth skin underneath. His fingers traced the curve of her legs, sending shivers through her body.

YN moaned softly as his hands roamed her body, her own hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “We shouldn’t… not here…” she whispered, even though every part of her wanted him.

Namjoon smirked against her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered, “I know you want this as much as I do, YN. Don’t lie to me.”

YN bit her lip, trying to keep her composure, but it was useless. The way he touched her, the way his voice sent chills down her spine, she couldn’t resist him. Not now, not ever. She nodded slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Namjoon’s hands slid back up her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk as he pressed himself against her. “Good girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

Their kisses grew hungrier, more intense, as they lost themselves in each other. The heat between them was unbearable, and it seemed as though the office itself was alive with the tension they had been building for weeks. Every touch, every glance, every stolen kiss had led to this moment, and now, there was no turning back.

As they kissed, Namjoon’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer, his hardness pressing against her in a way that made YN’s entire body tremble with anticipation. “I’ve been wanting you like this for so long,” he growled softly, his breath hot against her skin. “And now, I’m going to have you.”

YN’s heart raced at his words, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Then take me, Namjoon. I’m yours.”

Their affair, once secret and hidden, was now consuming them both. And neither of them wanted to stop.

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