{BOOK THREE}...When unworldly literature student Jeon Jungkook first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, r...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
I am curled in his arms on his lap our legs tangled together, with my head resting against his chest. We're on the floor of the playroom by the table.
"Welcome back," he says, peeling the blindfold off me. I blink as my eyes adjust to the muted light. Tipping my chin back, he plants a soft kiss on my lips, his eyes focused on and anxiously searching mine. I reach up to caress his face.
He smiles.
"Well, did I fulfill the brief?" he asks, amused.
I frown. "Brief?"
"You wanted rough," he says gently.
I grin, because I just can't help it. "Yes. I think you did . . ."
He raises his eyebrows and grins back at me. "I'm very glad to hear it Mister Kim. You look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful at this moment." He caresses my face, his long fingers stroking my cheek.
"I feel it," I purr.
He reaches down and kisses me tenderly, his lips soft and warm and giving against mine. "You never disappoint." He leans back to gaze down at me. "How do you feel?" His voice is soft with concern.
"Good," I murmur, feeling a flush creep across my face. "Thoroughly well fucked." I smile shyly.
"Why, Mister Kim, you have a dirty, dirty mouth." Taehyung feigns an offended expression, but I can hear his amusement.
"That's because I'm married to a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Kim."
He grins a ridiculously stupid grin and it's infectious.
"I'm glad you're married to him." He gently takes hold of my lil ponytail, turns my head and lifts my chin, and kisses my lips with reverence, his eyes glowing with love.
Oh my . . . did I ever have a chance of resisting this man?
I reach for his left hand and plant a kiss on his wedding ring, a plain platinum band matching my own. "Mine," I whisper.
"Yours," he responds. He curls his arms around me and presses his nose into my hair. "Shall I run you a bath?"
"Hmm. Only if you join me in it."
"Okay," he says. He sets me onto my feet and stands up beside me. He's still wearing his jeans.
"Will you wear your . . . er . . . other jeans?"
He frowns down at me. "Other jeans?"
"The ones you used to wear in here."
"Those jeans?" he murmurs blinking with perplexed surprise.
