Taeju could barely open his eyes thanks to the annoying light filtering through the large glass window that gave a beautiful view of the city, the sky painted in yellowish hues of dusk. He'd taken a short nap, as the day had been full of hustle and bustle and endless work.

Taeju leaned forward, his left hand sliding over his forehead as a low growl escaped his lips. At that precise moment, soft knocks sounded on the front door, quickly drawing his attention. "Go ahead," he ordered, his voice hoarse from sleep.

The door opened revealing you carrying a stack of documents. Taeju stood up from his seat to receive them, helping to relieve the weight from your arms. Your hands touched briefly, and he felt the warmth of your skin through the contact. "I thought I told you it wasn't necessary to hand these in today," he said, his gaze dropping to your bare legs - inevitable since you were wearing the short skirt of your secretary's uniform.

Taeju swears that skirt used to be longer. Not that he's complaining. Everything seems to look impossibly good on you.

"Did you make sure the door is unlocked?" he asked, suddenly remembering. "I hope you haven't forgotten that one of our helpers broke it by accident. Someone will come tomorrow to fix the door handle."

Taeju cleared his throat as he set the documents on his desk, then turned his attention back to you, noting your nervous expression. "Don't tell me..." He took a deep breath, already knowing the answer. You could be a bit forgetful sometimes.

Now you're both stuck here, alone in his office after hours. Taeju can't even concentrate on his work when you're around, and this situation is testing his self-control.

He walks to the large glass window and looks out at the night view of the city while listening to your apologies. "An apology won't solve anything so save it. If you're sleepy you can use the couch. It's probably not as comfortable as your bed, but that's all I can offer you at the moment."

He sighs softly, avoiding looking at you. The way that skirt fits your body perfectly is driving him crazy, and he doesn't want to lose the little control he has left. However, you keep getting closer to him.

Shit. Just get away or he won't be able to hold back. Taeju's breathing becomes ragged as his hands clench into fists. The scent of your perfume disorients him completely.

Fuck everything.

Taeju turns around suddenly and slides his hands over your butt, lifting you into his arms effortlessly before sitting you on his desk. He pushes his way between your legs, causing your skirt to slide up even higher. His hands move to your waist as he presses close enough to feel your breath against his face. He searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation, but finds only desire matching his own.

Leaning down, he kisses your neck slowly, tasting your soft skin and listening to the sigh of pleasure that escapes your lips. The sound makes him pull back slightly, gripping your waist tighter. His hand fists in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. You can feel his arousal pressing against you as he rubs against your still-clothed sex. His tongue invades your mouth eagerly, sending tremors through your body.

"Already shaking?" he murmurs against your lips, a small, satisfied smile curving his mouth.