The office door was closed, the room private, but they were still in a workplace where anyone could walk in at any moment. The added element of risk only heightened the arousal, made every touch more electric, every sensation more intense.

Joon-ho’s fingers found the buttons of her blouse, deftly undoing the top two, giving him access to the soft skin beneath. His hand slipped inside, cupping her breast directly now, her bra doing little to conceal the fullness or the rapid heartbeat beneath his palm.

"You’re beautiful, Harin." His voice dropped to a lower register, intimate and suggestive. "And you’ve been working hard. You deserve a reward."

Harin’s head fell back, her eyes closing as his thumb brushed her nipple again, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "I do deserve a reward. I’ve been managing this project practically single-handedly, dealing with agents, coordinating schedules, keeping everything on track."

"You have." Joon-ho agreed, his hand continuing its exploration, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firmer squeezes that made her gasp. "And I appreciate everything you do for me, for LUNE, for this team."

His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Harin could feel his arousal through the fabric of his pants, the hard length that promised more if they had time. But time was exactly what they didn’t have right now—not with the team on a break, not with the office buzzing with activity, not with the constant possibility of interruption.

Still, she couldn’t help but want it—want him, want this moment, want the pleasure he could give her so effortlessly.

"Joon-ho..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her body trembling with need. "If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to need more than just a quick feel."

"I know." His hand withdrew from her blouse, moving to cup her face, his thumb tracing her jawline. "And I’d love to give you more. But right now, this will have to be enough."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Harin responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body molding against his, her tongue dancing with his in a rhythm that was both familiar and excitingly new.

The kiss could have gone on forever, could have led to so much more if they were anywhere else. But then— the sharp sound of knuckles against wood, three firm raps that cut through the haze of pleasure like a knife.

Both of them startled, pulling apart as if burned. Harin’s eyes widened, her hand automatically moving to cover her chest, her blouse still unbuttoned at the top, her skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

"Miss Harin?" A voice came from the other side of the door—her assistant, a young woman named Ji-eun who was efficient but occasionally oblivious to social cues. "I have the updated production schedule you requested. It won’t take long."

Harin closed her eyes briefly, summoning patience she didn’t feel. "Give me a moment, Ji-eun. I’ll be right with you."

She turned to Joon-ho, her expression a mix of frustration and apology. "Of course she would pick now, of all times."

Joon-ho’s lips curved into a sympathetic smile. "It’s alright. We knew this could happen."

"It doesn’t make it any less annoying." Harin began buttoning her blouse with rapid, agitated movements, her fingers slightly clumsy in her haste. "I was actually enjoying myself, for once. Actually feeling something other than stress and responsibility."

"You were." Joon-ho reached out, catching her hands and stilling them. "Let me help."

His fingers deftly finished what she’d started, buttoning the blouse with practiced ease, his touch lingering on her skin as if reluctant to let go. When he was finished, he smoothed the fabric, his eyes meeting hers with undisguised warmth.

"There. Presentable again."

Harin managed a weak smile, though her body was still humming with unfulfilled arousal. "Thank you. Though I’m not sure presentable is what I want to be right now."

"I know." Joon-ho leaned in, pressing one last kiss to her lips—quick but meaningful. "We’ll find time. Tonight, perhaps. Or tomorrow. I promise I’ll make it up to you."

"You’d better." Harin’s tone was playful, but there was genuine need beneath it. "Because I’m not going to forget how close we were to something more."

"I wouldn’t expect you to." Joon-ho straightened, his hand brushing her arm in a final caress. "I’ll leave you to your work. The team will be back from break soon."

He moved toward the door, his steps unhurried, his posture relaxed. At the threshold, he paused and glanced back. "You’re doing an excellent job with this project, Harin. Don’t let the setbacks get to you. We’ll get through them together."

Harin nodded, her expression softening. "I know. Thank you, Joon-ho."

He nodded once and exited, the door clicking shut behind him.

Harin took a moment to collect herself, smoothing her hair, adjusting her clothes, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Her body was still tingling from his touch, her nipples still hard beneath her bra, her pussy wet with arousal. It was frustrating, to say the least, to be interrupted at such a crucial moment.

She moved to the door, composing her expression into professional neutrality, and opened it to find Ji-eun waiting with a folder in her hands. The young woman smiled brightly, completely unaware of the tension she had interrupted.

"Here’s the updated schedule, Miss Harin. I’ve incorporated all the changes we discussed this morning and added notes about potential conflicts we might need to address."

Harin accepted the folder, forcing a professional smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Thank you, Ji-eun. I’ll review it and get back to you with any questions."

"Is there anything else you need?" Ji-eun asked, her tone helpful and eager. "I can also bring in the casting lists for your review, or coordinate with Director Park’s agent about scheduling a meeting."

"Not right now." Harin kept her voice steady, though her patience was wearing thin. "I need some time to process what we’ve already discussed. I’ll reach out if I need anything else."

"Of course." Ji-eun nodded, apparently satisfied with the response. "I’ll be at my desk if you need anything."

As she turned to leave, Harin watched her go, her expression shifting from professional politeness to something colder. When the door was closed again, she let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair.

The interruption had been poorly timed, to say the least. But more than that, it was a reminder of the constant demands on her attention, the endless responsibilities that consumed her days and left little room for personal needs. She loved her work, took pride in what she was building with LUNE, but there were moments when she wanted something more—something just for herself.

Her body was still humming with arousal, still craving the release Joon-ho had promised. And she knew, with a certainty that settled in her bones, that she would collect on that promise. Soon.