Chapter 4: Stress Eating
The team continued to figure out who and what caused the security breach, but everything came to a complete stop.
As midnight approached, Namjoon’s temples throbbed. He needed a moment of respite, a sanctuary from the chaos. That’s when Dana stepped into his office, her footsteps soft against the marble floor. Her gaze met his, concern etched into every syllable she didn’t speak.
“Namjoon,” she said, her voice a soothing melody. “You’re carrying the weight of the company on your shoulders.”
He chuckled, the sound brittle. “That couldn’t be more true…baby girl.”
She crossed the room, her hand brushing against his. “You’re not alone in this, you know.”
He wanted to believe her—to lean into her warmth and let her unravel the knots in his chest. But vulnerability was a foreign language to him, and trust was a fragile bridge. Still, he allowed himself a moment, just one, to breathe in the love she offered.
“Stay,” he whispered. “Just for a while.”
And as Dana settled into the leather armchair, her presence became his sanctuary. Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating her face. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the tension in the air thickened. As if pulled by a magnetic force, she rose and stepped closer—so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her. And then, in a heartbeat, the distance vanished between them.
She reached out, tracing the lines of his jaw. His breath hitched as her fingers danced down his chest and found his belt. With a flick of her wrist, it came undone, and his pants followed suit mere seconds later.
Her hands explored his body, each touch igniting flames that burned hotter than the last. He grasped the back of her head, pulling her close, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss.
His mouth tasted like whiskey and cigars, her favorite vices—two things she craved as much as she craved him. Their lips moved in perfect harmony as their tongues danced to a rhythm as old as time. His hands roamed possessively over her body, settling on the dip in her spine.
"Dana," he groaned, pressing kisses along her collarbone.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
"So you finally decided to do something about it?" she asked coyly.
"I've been cautious for so long, but with you here, I couldn’t resist any longer." He lifted her with ease, striding towards the plush rug in the center of the room. He sat down, bringing her with him, his lips never leaving hers. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, and he swallowed her gasp as he pushed her thighs apart.
His fingers danced down her inner thigh, teasing her even as she bucked against his touch.
"Please," she whispered, and his name tasted like sin on her lips.
He didn't make her wait. His fingers found her soaked and ready, parting the slick folds with ease. She arched into his touch, and he groaned, cursing under his breath. His fingers slid deep inside her, filling her completely as she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
With every thrust, he pushed deeper, and her breath caught in her throat.
Her body clung to his with a primal need, and he groaned, running his hands roughly down her back. Her skin was slick with sweat, and she felt the tension in her muscles release as she reached the edge. She threw her head back as an explosion of pleasure coursed through her, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.
"Yes," she screamed, clutching onto him tighter. "More."
He growled, slamming into her with renewed determination. She could feel the heat building again, and she knew another orgasm was inevitable.
Namjoon moved down her body to face her wetness, teasing her clit with his fingers before tasting her vagina with his mouth.
His tongue darted in and out of her, delving into places she had never known before.
"Oh god, Namjoon," she said, her voice rough with pleasure. "I've never felt anything like this before."
He smiled to himself, knowing that she was his now. He lifted a leg onto his shoulder, thrusting inside her roughly but with restraint, causing her moans to fill the room. Her body arched under him, and he felt his orgasm building. With a low growl, he released into her, filling her completely.
He collapsed beside her, spent, as she trembled next to him. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, her breath still ragged.
"You're incredible," he whispered, awe in his tone.
She blushed, burying her face in his shoulder. "I didn't think you could be so wild—"
"I never let myself be," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "But you're unlike anyone I've ever met, Dana. You see me, even the parts I try to hide."
She nodded, understanding.