Yu Jin's POV
The elevator ride up to his penthouse was twenty-seven floors of absolute hell.
Twenty-seven floors of Park Min standing one foot away from me, breathing like he'd run a marathon, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. Twenty-seven floors of his scent getting thicker, sweeter, wetter, like his body had already decided it was mine to ruin and was just waiting for me to catch up.
I had my forehead pressed to the mirrored wall, palms flat, trying to count backwards from a hundred so I wouldn't bend him over the handrail and tongue-fuck him in front of the security camera. My cock was leaking so bad the front of my sweats looked like I'd pissed myself. Every time the elevator dinged another floor my hips jerked forward on instinct, like my body thought the doors would open and I could finally shove him face-first into the corner and mount him.
He didn't say a word. Just kept swallowing, throat clicking, fists clenched at his sides.
Then after a while he turned;
