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  Seconds later, Youngbin was leaning lazily against the doorframe, a small smirk on his face. “That didn’t take you long.”

  I pointed at my hair. “I look like a human personification of an oil slick.”

  “I didn’t realize oil slicks were sexy.” I had to bite at my lip not to laugh as Youngbin shuddered. “OK, that sounded better in my head.” He reached for me, tugging me to him. As his mouth met mine, he took my clothes and flung them in the general direction of the bed, then scooped me up.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, my butt being supported by Youngbin’s hands. He shifted my weight and my core rubbed up against him. I could feel him growing hard under me.

  There was an almost animalistic grunt as, still kissing me, he strode across the small hallway to a bathroom. Then, without stopping, he walked straight into the shower, pushing my back up against the wall, and turned the water on.

  Ice cold water rained down on us. I let out a squeal, but Youngbin, focused only on us, simply pushed his tongue in my mouth as he moved his body so that he bore the brunt of the water. Whether it was me getting hotter, or the water slowly warming up, I didn’t care, Youngbin held my full attention from that moment.

  He lowered me so that my feet were firmly planted on the floor, then pushed up against me, grinding into me.

  Fuck, that felt good.

  I pushed him back, just far enough to be able to speak. “Can we get these clothes off now?”

  “Yes,” he said, giving me a grin. He reached down for my sodden jacket, tugging it off. Wet denim is not easy to remove, for the record. Which is what Youngbin discovered when his grip on it slipped and he slammed his elbow into the tiled wall. “Mother fucker!” he grunted. “This always looks so much smoother in the movies.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “What kind of movies are you watching?”

  Youngbin looked me dead in the eye. “Exactly the kind you’re thinking of.” There are some girls who don’t like the idea of guys watching porn, but I didn’t care. If anything, it was sending ideas through my mind; temptations of things we could try in here.

  As though he could read my mind, I saw the look in his eyes change. “You get your clothes off.” I pulled the jacket off, dumping it in a corner of the small shower. My shirt and bra joined it soon after.

  “I love your breasts.” I looked up and found Youngbin staring at me. Abandoning his task of taking his own clothes off (he’d at least gotten shirtless too), his hands were on my breasts gently massaging them. His thumbs skimmed over the top of my nipples, causing me to arch my back and push my boobs into his hands.

  “My breasts love you too,” I told him. With a sly smile, he leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth. I fell back against the wall, splaying my hands to keep upright. Youngbin’s hand slipped under the waistband of my yoga pants and my underwear, sliding between my slit. Shower aside, I was already wet and ready for him. “Youngbin!” I gasped as his finger rubbed at my clit.

  His mouth moved to my other nipple, sucking hard, his finger changing the pressure. Neither his finger or his mouth paused once as they worked me over, but somehow, he would ease up just enough to stop me from my much-needed release.

  Finally, the exquisite torture became too much. “Youngbin, I need to come,” I gasped.

  Youngbin straightened, though his hands remained playing with my clit. “Then let me watch you,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me, curling and extending them against my insides while his thumb rubbed my clit. It was his eyes locked on mine that pushed me over the edge.

  I’d never experienced anyone who had wanted to watch my orgasm until I’d met Onyx. Not only was it a huge turn on, there was something in that moment of vulnerability which made me fully trust them.

  As I came around his fingers, fingers that refused to stop even as I did so, Youngbin licked his lower lip, but not once did he break his gaze. “You are so beautiful,” he told me.

  I grasped at his shoulders as the spasms raced outwards, fast at first, then slowing, like my breathing. Youngbin’s hand slid out from my pants, but only so he could tug them down. Still using him for balance, I kicked the sodden mass to the side, then reached for the button to his jeans.

  Youngbin took over, yanking them down, letting his erect cock free. His hand wrapped around it, gently stroking, his jeans half way down his legs. “That cannot be comfortable,” I murmured. I sank to my knees, purposely ignoring his dick as I helped tug his jeans down. Wet denim on legs is just as difficult to get off as a jacket, for the record.

  I succeeded in getting his jeans to his ankles without banging myself in the process. Then I batted his hand away. “Kate?” he questioned.

  “Mine,” I told him. Before he could say anything else, I took his head in my mouth.

  “Kate.” This time, my name came out as a hiss.

  My hand wrapped around his shaft. Another hiss escaped Youngbin. It quickly turned into a moan as I started moving my mouth up and down him, my tongue running over him.

  Fingers threaded through my wet hair, pushing himself deeper. When I tilted my head, moving my hands with my mouth, letting his length go as deep into me as I could manage, his hands wrapped further into the tendrils of my hair, pulling. It was enough to make me gasp. Whether intentional or not on his part, his cock was almost completely taken by my mouth.

  Muttering curses, he started moving my head. Or trying. I was taking great pleasure in moving my mouth slowly, up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the power I had over him. I pulled back, so just his tip was in my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue ran over him, savoring the taste.

  When my other hand reached for his balls, my fingers gently exploring them, Youngbin’s body seemed to spasm. “Fuck, Kate!” he cried, jerking himself back into my mouth. Then, before I could stop him, he was pulling me up, shaking his head. “You make it difficult for me to last,” he grunted, reaching for the soap.

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  Youngbin grunted, turning me around and pulling us both under the spray of the water. He reached out for the soap and started running it over my body, both cleaning and massaging my breasts again as his erection poked into my back. “It is when I want to come inside you.”

  I glanced over my shoulder. “Who said you couldn’t?” I asked, mischievously.

  Youngbin groaned, and then promptly dropped the soap.

  Honestly, the power I had over this man, right now, was intoxicating.

  I leaned down to scoop it up, and then his hands were on my hips, holding me still. With my butt in the air, I looked back once more, just as Youngbin eased his cock into me. My hands shot forward to brace myself as my body welcomed his length, and then, just like that, it was gone.

  I stood, sending him a questioning look over my shoulder, but as I did Youngbin stepped forward, pushing my back into a corner. “I can’t see you,” he told me. He reached for my knee, lifting my leg, allowing my knee to hang over his arm. As he guided his cock back into me, one of my hands found his shoulder, while the other was gripping at the tiles as best I could.

  His eyes locked on mine, and then, slowly at first, he started moving his hips. As his length slid in and out of my slick core, speeding up, his hand found my clit and…

  “Holy fuck, Youngbin!” I cried as my second orgasm hit me, my body contracting around him.

  “So damn beautiful,” Youngbin groaned as he picked up the pace, and then, he jerked against me. He reached for my face, kissing me hungrily as he came.

  When he was spent, he lowered my leg, easing himself from inside of me. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had sex in a shower,” I muttered.

  “Me too,” Youngbin admitted. He glanced down at the pile of clothes in the corner. “Next time, we’ll take them off first.”

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  Now

  Youngbin was a comfortable pillow. I was wrapped in his arms, resting against his chest, as we sat up in his bed, staring at the television which wasn’t
on. Or at least, I was. It was my sneaky way of being able to steal glances of him without waking him.

  We’d fallen asleep, not long after drying off, the jetlag finally winning out. I wasn’t sure how he had managed to fall asleep in the position he was in. It didn’t look comfortable at all, but I didn’t want to move myself in case I woke him.

  There was no clock in the room, and our phones weren’t close by, preventing me from checking for certain, but I figured I’d managed a couple of hours of sleep before waking. I felt better for it: it was enough to get me through the rest of the day, but not enough to keep me up all night. At a guess, it had to be mid-afternoon. There was still some natural light coming through the skylight above, but it was quickly running out.

  I was busy tracing lazy patterns on Youngbin’s arm. For once, my head was surprisingly void of unnecessary thoughts as I focused on writing short phrases in Japanese with my fingertips. Then my stomach grumbled loudly.

  It had been on the plane when I had last eaten; a muffin and a coffee just before we landed. Add in the sex, and I was starving.

  “I have never known anyone’s stomach grumble that loudly, and I live with five other guys,” Youngbin mumbled sleepily in my ear.

  My face flamed, and I tried to move away, but Youngbin’s grip around me tightened. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed the underside of my jaw. “Are you OK?” he asked me.

  “Of course,” I agreed, almost automatically. Who wouldn’t be in Youngbin’s arms?

  “I mean, we’ve never really spoken about what happened in America. Your ex,” he clarified.

  Against my will, my body stiffened in his arms. “You said you didn’t want to talk about him.”

  “I don’t want to talk about him when we’re being intimate, but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about him at all. I think it’s something you need to talk about with someone, even if it’s not me. But I want you to know you can talk to me about anything.”

  His words brought a lump to my throat. “I don’t know what there is to say,” I told him. “I thought I knew him, and I didn’t. I can’t get my thoughts coherent when it comes to him, and until I do, I just don’t want to think about him, as much as I can.”

  My stomach grumbled again. Youngbin reached for his phone, holding it in front of us both as I watched him message our group chat asking Sungmin when we were going for dinner. A chorus of responses came in, the rest of Onyx agreeing that they were ‘starving’.

  I could almost hear Sungmin’s sigh with his response: What do you want to eat?

  Fish and chips. The response was unanimous.

  Moments later, Sungmin was telling us to be ready in an hour so we could go shopping afterwards. I was certain that was for my benefit, and I was grateful for that. “I should go do something with my hair,” I murmured, even though I had no desire to leave Youngbin’s embrace. “And maybe get dressed.”

  “Maybe,” Youngbin chuckled, tightening his hold on me. I was wearing only a t-shirt – one of his – to keep the chill off my shoulders. “But I think you can stay here for a while longer.”

  Before I could protest, he was turning my head so that he could capture my lips with his.

  Well… We still had an hour…

  I relaxed back against him, enjoying the kiss. Then his hands slid lower, taking no time at all to find my clit. I arched into him, but he took his hand, and mouth, away. “I thought you had to go?”

  “Nope,” I said with a firm shake of my head. “Who needs food?”

  Youngbin spun me around, swapping out positions so that I was lying against the pillows and he was facing me, so quickly, the action had me squealing in surprise. “I like your thinking,” he agreed. He shuffled backwards, and then dipped his head between my legs, running his tongue over me.

  I gasped, enjoying the sensation that shot through me. My hands snaked through his still damp hair as his tongue worked magic, alternating between lapping, teasing at my clit, entering me and doing so many things that had me writhing on the bed, powerless to do anything more than cry his name.

  Just before I could orgasm, his tongue left me. I started to protest, but my words were swallowed by his mouth. Almost simultaneously, his cock slid into me, filling me. He stayed still, teasing me, tormenting me, as I tasted myself on him. Then, and I was sure it was because he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he started moving his hips, bringing himself almost out, then all the way in, with long, leisurely movements.

  His mouth never left mine, not until his fingers were on my clit, adding to the incredible sensation and giving me no other option but to break away from him as the orgasm exploded within me. It was only then that he increased his pace until he was joining me.

  I was completely under this man’s spell.

  In the apartment’s small kitchen was a mass of excited men. MinMin was surrounded by the other members of Onyx when I finally joined them. Jiwon and Xiao were standing to one side, and I could only assume they’d had their moment of welcoming the younger member back when he joined them in their room. CX and JongB were asking him a million and one questions like they hadn’t been part of the group chat or called MinMin on a regular basis while he’d been in the hospital.

  “I’m telling you, MinMin, British television is the most… I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve never seen anything like it!” JongB was explaining. He turned to CX. “You’re smart! Help me out!”

  “I’m not sure I have the appropriate words for it.”

  “Were you guys watching porn?”

  “No!” CX objected.

  “Yes!” JongB cried.

  CX glowered at him. “That was not porn.”

  “It was dicks in a box! The guys just lined up in front of some woman, hidden behind a giant box, and they revealed their dicks before their faces, and she had to narrow them down!”

  I had no idea what JongB had been watching. I wasn’t completely unconvinced he hadn’t found a crack pipe, if I was being honest. Even the rest of the people in the room were choosing to ignore him.

  “She shot one guy down because she didn’t like a vein. A vein?!” he continued.

  Crack. Crack was definitely involved. I snorted a little as I tried not to laugh at his continuing description of this woman who also got naked, which was when JongB spun around and saw me. “Oh. My. God!” he cried, melodramatically, as soon as he laid his gaze on me. “About time. My stomach was about to start eating itself.” The naked drug dream was forgotten about.

  OK, thanks to Youngbin – I was totally blaming him – I may have been a little bit late, but only by ten minutes. Rolling my eyes, I marched over to the kitchen counter and snatched a banana from the sideboard, throwing it at him. “Eat that before you wither away, you poor waif.”

  JongB pulled a face, wrinkling his nose at me, but it didn’t stop him from peeling the banana and devouring it. Despite the fact he was deep in conversation with CX, I realized MinMin’s attention was fixed firmly on JongB.

  I don’t care what anybody says – the two things you cannot eat without it looking dirty are bananas and ice lollies (although I was sure Jiwon would add ice cream cones to that too). I mean, even I was watching JongB slightly confused as to how hot I was finding him eating a piece of fruit.

  “What’s so interesting?” Xiao muttered in my ear.

  I broke my stare and turned my attention to the exceptionally attractive Chinese member of Onyx. “I just realize how much I miss you guys when you’re not around.” We weren’t completely alone in the kitchen. At the far end, the other staff members were watching us, and although their eyes were watching MinMin, I kept my voice low.

  “There’s a pub down the street,” Sungmin declared loudly, behind us. My feet very nearly left the floor. “I’m told they serve excellent fish and chips.”

  “Yes!” JongB, his fist wrapped around an empty banana peel, pumped the air. “Let’s go eat!”

  It was a short walk in the cold, damp air. I was grateful f
or the thick coat I’d bought several stops ago. I ended up at the back of the walking convoy with Sungmin in an uneasy silence.

  Sungmin and I didn’t have the best of relationships. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, so much as I think he considered me a troublemaker – and that was before Holly had dropped the dating bombshell on him. CX and I had missed a flight, and hoping to spare him from being in trouble, I’d convinced the others to hide what had happened from their manager.

  I had misjudged Sungmin and made the wrong call. Ever since then, things had been awkward between the two of us. Given that the group still technically had a no dating clause in the contract – one that wasn’t going to be amended until they were back in Seoul – I could tell he wasn’t happy once more. Or still…

  I tried a few times to think of something to say, but I fell short each time. Instead, I gave up and turned my attention to the streets we were walking along. The roads were barely moving with the back to back rush hour traffic. The sidewalks, by comparison, although just as busy, had a constant flow of movement. Only Jiwon was wearing a mask, and CX had opted to wear a beret, but otherwise, their faces were visible to everyone.

  No one looked twice.

  Actually, that wasn’t fair. There were a few people whose heads turned. I wasn’t sure if it was because there was a large group of Asians walking along the street, or because they were so damn good looking. Whatever it was that caught their attention, it wasn’t the fact they were famous K-pop idols.

  The pub was warm and cozy and ridiculously old. I felt like I was on the set of a Harry Potter movie. We all crowded around the bar, the guys going crazy over ales with strange names. I settled for my weakness; wine.

  This was the kind of pub with small round tables and a mismatch of chairs with tall backs and stools. There were uneven floorboards, a large roaring fire, and lots of small rooms with low doorways. We all managed to crowd into one of these rooms, taking up several tables.