Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 40:-

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Um . . . no. That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh." I'm surprised by my slight twinge of disappointment.

"You want to tie me up?" he asks, obviously reading my expression correctly. He sounds shocked. I blush.

"Well . . ."

"Lisa, I . . ." he stops, and something dark crosses his face.

"Jungkook," I whisper, alarmed. I move so that I am lying on my side, propped up on my elbow like him. Reaching over, I caress his face. His eyes are large and fearful. He shakes his head sadly. Shit!

"Jungkook, stop. It doesn't matter. I thought that's what you meant."

He takes my hand and places it on his pounding heart. Fuck! What is it?

"Lisa, I don't know how I'd feel about you touching me if I was restrained."

My scalp prickles. It's like he's confessing something deep and dark.

"This is still too new." His voice is low and raw.

Fuck. It was just a question . . . and I realize that he's come a long way, but he still has a long way to go. Oh, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty. Anxiety grips my heart. I lean over and he freezes, but I plant a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"Jungkook, I got the wrong idea. Please don't worry about it. Please don't think about it." I kiss him. He closes his eyes and groans and reciprocates, pushing me down into the mattress, his hands clasping my chin. And soon we're lost . . . lost in each other again.

-

When I wake before the alarm the following morning, Jungkook is wrapped around me like ivy, his head on my chest, his arm around my waist and his leg between mine - and he's on my side of the bed. It's always the same, if we argue the night before, this is how he ends up, coiled around me, making me hot and bothered.

Oh, Fifty. He is so needy on some level. Who would have thought?

The familiar vision of Jungkook as a dirty, wretched little boy haunts me. Gently, I stroke his shorter hair and my melancholy recedes. He stirs, and his sleepy eyes meet mine. He blinks a couple of times as he wakes.

"Hi," he murmurs and smiles.

"Hi." I love waking to that smile.

He nuzzles my breasts and hums appreciatively deep in his throat. His hand travels down from my waist, skimming over the cool satin of my nightgown.

"What a tempting morsel you are," he mutters. "But, tempting though you are," he glances at the alarm, "I have to get up." He stretches out, untangling himself from me, and rises. I lie back, put my hands behind my head, and enjoy the show -

Jungkook stripping for his shower. He is perfect. I wouldn't change a hair on his head . . . well, except when his hair gets too long.

"Admiring the view, Mrs. Jeon?" Jungkook arches a sardonic brow at me.

"It's a mighty fine view, Mr. Jeon."

He grins and throws his pajama pants at me so they almost land on my face, but I catch them in time, giggling like a schoolgirl. With a wicked grin, he reaches down, pulls the duvet off, puts one knee on the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling me toward him so that my nightdress rides up. I squeal, and he crawls up my body, trailing little kisses on my knee, my thigh . . . my . . . oh . . . Jungkook!

-

"Good morning, Mrs. Jeon," Mrs. Jones greets me. I flush, embarrassed remembering her tryst with Taylor the night before.