"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned, squeezing her thigh with his free hand as the other put the bottle of wine down.

"Don't worry. I plan on finishing what I started. Especially if it means I get an ending," she assured him, feeling the heat pool between her thighs.

"Is that so?" he challenged. He chuckled softly as his hands grabbed at her, pulling and moving her until she was straddling his hips. He tilted his head up as she settled and let their lips meet. When he started, he went with a familiarity that she didn't expect.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed against his mouth. His lips were always soft, probably genetic. They molded against hers so easily. He was gentle… kind.

Qian Meng moved her hand to cover his on her thighs. Her fingers moved on their own accord, caressing his wrist and sliding up his forearms.

She longed for something.

Finally, she gripped his broad shoulders. He groaned low in his chest and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Guided on by him, she moved her hand to either side of his neck and deepened the kiss.

No sooner had her hands stopped moving than his roamed. He reached the curve of her hips, his large hands slipping under the hem of her t-shirt.

She shivered when his hand made contact with the sensitive flesh at her sides, ghosting over her ribs. In no time, he was groping her breasts with generous motions over her bra.

She felt her nipples harden against his palms and she softly moaned against his mouth. He knew exactly how to manhandle her in the way that she liked. He had garnered a balance between being forceful and still being considerate.

He had her grinding against his prominent erection as she searched for some friction. It just wasn't enough. He pulled his lips away and she was about to protest when he moved her back and pushed her shirt up.

Her phone rang on the desk and she frowned. She turned to it and looked at the caller ID.

"What a mood killer," she grumbled. She leaned over and picked it up. It took her a moment to compose the lust in her voice.

"Speaking. What is it?" she asked briskly.

"We're getting a lot of questions from the media. How do you want to respond?" Li Min asked, not beating around the bush.

"It's really late in the night. Tell the reporters to take some rest. Don't make any comments until I evaluate the response," Qian Meng ordered.

"Understood boss. Have a good night," Li Min said promptly, realizing that her Boss was frustrated by the call. She hung up immediately.

She sighed as she remembered why she was stressed. It was Mo Qingchen's voice that brought her out of her thoughts.

"Come back here," he spoke, recapturing her attention as he pulled at her hips.

Qian Meng smiled at him as she turned back around and settled back into his lap, her legs still straddling him. He returned her smile, reaching up to trace her bottom lip with his thumb.

"You're still drunk," he commented. "Your eyes are a little glassy and red."

"I'm really not," she started, shaking her head. "Seriously!"

"It's okay. It doesn't mean that I am not going to fuck you senseless." He understood that she needed an outlet that day. And he was glad to provide it.

"I believe you were in the middle of removing my clothes when the dreaded phone rang…" She pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt, teasing him for a moment before she tugged it over her head.

"Who would have thought…" Mo Qingchen mused, his eyes dropping to the material covering her breasts.

"Thought what?" she inquired, dropping the shirt on the bed beside them.

"That your breasts look good in everything. I imagine a ratty old bra would look high fashion on your exquisite tits," he commented. There was slight awe in his voice.

"Oh?" she asked. "You're a diehard fanboy, aren't you?" She grinned and reached behind her back to find the clasp of her bra. She popped it open quickly and it fell down around her elbows.

She wriggled out of it and placed it behind his neck to pull him close. "Do they look better without anything hindering the view?" she asked.

Before their lips could meet, his hands were on her hips, pulling her up roughly so that she was on her knees and her nipple in Mo Qingchen's mouth.

He sucked on it and she moaned, her hand dropping the bra to wherever it fell behind him.

She cursed under her breath as his teeth grazed her nipple.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked before going back to work on her.

She gripped the headboard behind him and closed her eyes, letting her head lull to the side as she enjoyed the feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth on the sensitive flesh of her nipple. His other hand moved to squeeze the free breast.

She realized that her body was rocking to a beat that couldn't be heard.

She felt him chuckle. He had noticed her little dance. She opened her eyes to find him looking up at her. He tugged her nipple with his teeth one more time before pulling away, licking his lips.

"If you wanted to dance for me, you only had to say. I wouldn't stop you."

Qian Meng rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she laughed, moving her hand to tousle his hair even more.

"You still have a lot of clothes to take off," he reminded her lightly.

She moved back a little but remained on her knees as she moved her hands down her torso. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her grey shorts. She pulled at them slowly until they were right past her ass. She had to reposition herself to sit down so she could pull them off over her legs. She sat on his thighs and he helped her pull her shorts off.