Jack stormed into the office, slamming his script onto the desk with a dramatic sigh. "Eunji, why the fuck is my coffee black again?" he whined, pouting like a spoiled brat.
Eunji didn’t even look up from her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Because you’re an asshole who refuses to say please."
Jack gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "I’m wounded. Truly wounded." He flopped into the chair across from her, kicking his feet onto her desk. "Fix it. And get me a muffin. The good kind."
Eunji finally glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "The good kind costs extra. And you still owe me twenty bucks from last week."
Jack waved a dismissive hand. "Details. Just bring it." He leaned forward, grinning. "Unless you’re scared I’ll tell everyone you secretly love my dumbass."
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips. "You wish."
Jack winked. "Oh, I do."
That night, Jack found himself at some exclusive club, bored out of his mind. He’d come for the free drinks and left because the vibe was dead. Until he saw her.
Eunji stood near the bar, dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve, her dark hair loose and wild. She looked… different. Sexy. Fucking sexy. His cock twitched just looking at her.
He sauntered over, leaning against the bar beside her. "Well, well. Look who decided to let loose."
She turned, her eyes widening in shock before narrowing. "Jack? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Same as you, I’d guess." He signaled the bartender for two shots. "Drinks?"
She hesitated but downed hers in one go, wincing as the liquor burned. Jack smirked. "Easy there, tiger."
Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. The music was loud, bodies pressed close. Eunji tried to resist, but Jack was relentless, grinding against her, his hands roaming her hips.
"Jack, stop—" she slurred, but it came out breathy.
He spun her around, pulling her back against his chest. "Relax. Live a little."
Her ass pressed against his cock, and he groaned, his hands gripping her waist. "Fuck. You feel good."
She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. The alcohol had stripped away her usual restraint, leaving only raw, desperate need.
Jack didn’t waste a second. He dragged her to a dark corner of the club, pushing her against the wall. His mouth crashed onto hers, tasting tequila and sin. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits through the thin fabric of her dress before sliding down to grip her ass.
Eunji moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. "We shouldn’t—"
"We *should*," he growled, hitching her dress up. His fingers found her soaked panties, and he groaned. "Fuck, you’re dripping."
She gasped as he tore her panties aside, his fingers plunging inside her. "Jack—!"
"Shh," he murmured against her lips. "No more talking."
He dropped to his knees, yanking her dress up to her waist. His tongue lapped at her dripping pussy, making her cry out. She tasted like sin and desire, and he couldn’t get enough.
"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," he growled, before diving back in.
Eunji’s hips bucked against his face, her moans filling the dark corner. "Jack—please—!"
He stood abruptly, unzipping his pants and freeing his throbbing cock. "Beg for it."
"Fuck me. Please," she whimpered.
He didn’t hesitate. He lifted her, pressing her against the wall as he lined himself up. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he grunted, pulling back before slamming into her again.
Eunji’s legs wrapped around his waist, her nails raking down his back. "Harder!"
Jack obeyed, pounding into her with reckless abandon. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed in the dark, mingling with their desperate moans.
"Come for me," he demanded, his fingers finding her clit.
Eunji screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching around his cock. Jack groaned, his own release following hers, his cum filling her with hot pulses.
They stayed like that for a long moment, panting, until Jack slowly lowered her to her feet.
Eunji’s legs wobbled, but she managed a smirk. "So… that happened."
Jack grinned, tucking himself back into his pants. "Yeah. And we’re doing it again."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Not tonight, jackass."
But as they left the club, neither of them could deny the spark between them had changed. Forever.