Chapter 1: Homecoming Heat
I pushed open the front door, the weight of the workday slipping off my shoulders like a silk robe. The house smelled of crayons and Taehyung’s cologne—a mix that always made my pulse tick. I could hear the kids giggling in the living room, their voices a sweet soundtrack to the end of my grind. My heels clicked on the hardwood as I adjusted my mini skirt, the same one Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands off this morning. Or at lunch. Hell, his fingers had practically mapped every inch of my thighs by noon.
‘Damn, Kara, you’re killing me with that skirt,’ he’d growled over sandwiches, his voice low, eyes dark with hunger. I’d smirked, brushing his hand away just to watch him squirm. ‘Patience, babe. You’ll get your dessert later.’
Now, later was here. I rounded the corner to find Taehyung sprawled on the couch, surrounded by math worksheets and colored pencils, looking like the hottest tutor I’d ever seen. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, forearms flexing as he pointed at something on a page. The kids—our little chaos makers—beamed up at me.
‘Mommy!’ they squealed, abandoning their work to hug my legs. I ruffled their hair, my heart swelling, but my eyes were already on Taehyung. He looked up, and damn, if looks could strip, I’d be naked right now.
‘Hey, gorgeous,’ he said, voice smooth as whiskey. ‘Thought you’d never get home.’
‘Miss me that much?’ I teased, kicking off my heels and sauntering over. The kids announced they were done with homework and ready for bed. ‘We’re big now, we can go alone!’ they insisted, and I wasn’t about to argue. More time for me to play.
‘Alright, champs, sweet dreams,’ I called as they scampered off. Then I turned to Taehyung, who was already standing, his gaze predatory. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I straddled his lap in one fluid move, my skirt riding up as I pressed against him. His hands were on my thighs in an instant, rough and greedy, sliding up under the fabric.
‘Fuck, Kara, you’ve been teasing me all day,’ he groaned, his breath hot against my neck as I kissed him hello, hard and deep. My tongue danced with his, tasting the frustration I’d built in him. I pulled back just enough to smirk.
‘Teasing? Babe, I’m just getting started,’ I purred, rolling my hips against him. I could feel him, already hard beneath me, and it sent a thrill straight to my core. His fingers dug into my ass, pulling me closer.
‘You’re gonna pay for this,’ he warned, voice dripping with promise. I laughed, low and wicked.
‘Oh, I’m counting on it.’
We broke apart just long enough to say goodnight to the kids, tucking them in with quick kisses and whispered ‘I love yous.’ But the second we were out of their room, the air shifted. I headed for the bedroom, ready to slip into something more comfortable—or nothing at all—but Taehyung had other plans. I heard the jingle of his belt before I saw him, the sound of his pants unzipping sending a shiver down my spine. Then he was behind me, his presence a heatwave. Before I could turn, he looped that damn belt around my thighs, pulling it tight and fastening it, forcing my legs together.
‘Tae, what the hell—’ I started, but my words caught as he pressed himself against me, his breath hot on my ear.
‘Thought I’d tie up my dessert before I devour it,’ he murmured, his voice a dark promise. My heart raced, anticipation flooding me, making me wet already. I pushed back against him, testing his control.
‘Better hurry, babe. I’m not a patient woman.’
His chuckle was pure sin. ‘Oh, Kara, I’m gonna take my sweet time.’
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