JUNGKOOK POV
I walk away from him nonchalantly, Like I don't care what he does next.
It's the most difficult thing I've done in a long time, considering no Omega has ever turned me down when I lay it all on the
line like that.
Not ever.
Especially not on my plane.
He wants it.
I could see it in his eyes
while we were sitting there.
Something is stopping him.
Maybe I misjudged the
situation.
Maybe I need a minute.
I reach for the bathroom door and slip inside without looking back even though I can feel his eyes on me every step of the way.
Once inside, I take off my shirt and hang it on the back of the door, then splash some cold water on my face.
I'm calm now.
My mind isn't racing anymore—well, not as much, at least.
But I still don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about this sizzling hot little designer who will be sitting across from me
for several more hours until we get to France.
The peaches and cream scent
of his slick was almost enough
to drive me mad with desire.
Should I just give up the game?
Fucking him would be amazing, no doubt but if I'm already letting my head get in the way
of having fun, that's not a
good sign.
He intrigues the hell out of me.
I can't fool myself into
denying that.
I look at myself in the mirror
and smile.
I'm not about to give up.
Not that easily.
Playing with fire is what I do,
in business and in pleasure.
It gives me a rush to take chances even when they don't work out in my favor.
Most of the time, I get exactly what I want and right now.
This minute, what I want is
Park Jimin.
Still, I don't have to fuck him
on the plane.
Like I told him, I'm a patient man.
What I do need right now is some relief, a release of this pent-up sexual energy that's been building between us all morning.
I unbutton my pants and shove them and my boxers down around my thighs with one
swift motion.
My cock is already hard and it slaps back up against my stomach the moment it's free.
Without wasting any time, I
wrap my hand around the shaft—fuck, it's hot to the touch.
He's got me so worked up
that this shouldn't take long.
I close my eyes and can
picture him slipping out of that cashmere shirt and khakis and
I can imagine Jimin looking up
at me as he goes down on his knees.
Fuck.
So fucking hot.
I groan as my hips jerk
forward, making me use my free hand to brace myself against
the counter as I stroke faster.
Yeah, this is exactly what I
need.
The only way it could be better
is if he were in here with me, wrapping his pretty little hand
or his full pink lips around my cock instead.
He's just a few feet away on
the other side of that door but there's no way he can hear
what I'm doing over the hum
of the jet engines.
The thought of him sitting there, watching, waiting, keeping his eyes on the door while I jerk myself off is almost enough to push me over the edge.
A low moan escapes my lips.
I'm so close now.
I picture his face again, the way it flushes that delicious shade of pink when I talk to him or look
at him—fuck, does he even
know how fucking sexy he is?
A knock on the door snaps me back to reality.
"What the fuck?" I ask aloud.
There are obviously only two people who could be on the
other side of that door.
If it's my brother, he can wait.
But if it's Jimin?
Fuck.
"Who is it?" I growl.
If there's a response, I can't
hear it.
"Just a second." I add, quickly pulling my pants back up.
This had better be good.
It had better be Jimin and it
had better be good.
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✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK
同人小說Guk: I knew from the moment I laid eyes on park jimin that I was in trouble. No omega has ever made me want to put aside my party ways and settle down. It doesn't take long for me to realize that park jimin is better than anything I've ever known...
