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When his thumb caressed her bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth, tongue and lips urging it deeper as a representation of how attentive she would be to another part of him. It would be a lot to admit to a stranger that this act was one that aroused her. One that she enjoyed more than she was willing to openly admit.

His thumb fully enveloped in her mouth, Spencer slipped from the edge of the bed and positioned herself on her knees. Once there she shifted her and worked what remained of her dress off her body. Fully nude now, her fingers moved to the band of his pants, urging them and the boxers beneath them lower. She had a full view of his erection. Fingers grazed the hardened length before one hand wrapped around him and began to tenderly stroke.

As she focused on licking around his thigh, he moved to kick his pants off, now only in his socks, he watched her take his tip into her mouth. He sighed a breath of satisfaction, liking the way she sucked at his head.

"Slowly," he said, his breath heavy, "Just the tip," and guided her hand to jerk him into her mouth. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He then asked, thrusting halfway past her lips and then pulling out. Thoughts of his wife and how they were when she was alive came to him. This mostly happened when he was with another person. It took him a while to start hooking up again. And he did it to fulfill his needs. His wife was fragile and certain things she didn't do in bed with him, including putting him in her mouth. He was never upset about it; truthfully, during the time she was sick, he worried that being intimate was harming her. He never demanded anything but in the end, it turned out she didn't like it about him because he made her feel weak, incapable. He still regretted that he became afraid to talk things through with her that she ended up suffering somehow, because of him.

Despite remembering the past and how it affected him emotionally, he maintained his energy, his lust. He brought his hand to the back of the woman's neck and held her there, keeping her steady. He began thrusting into her mouth, harder this time, his tip hitting the back of her throat. He grunted, telling her how good her mouth felt before pulling out and then grabbing her by the arms to pull her off the floor. Once standing in front of him, he pressed their lips together; his tongue swiped and tasted himself in her lips.

"Keeping souvenirs already?"

There was no more to say when their lips returned to more important things like shared kisses and words and breaths that were incomprehensible. She understood perfectly the grumble that left his mouth at the driver's notification they'd arrived at their destination. She understood fully when they exited the car and he carefully returned the shoes to her feet. Spencer watched and maybe even teased him just a little, since he had a perfect view up her dress. It wouldn't hurt to give him a private show and a flash of very bare skin.

She wasn't sure what had gotten into her. Leaving with a man she didn't know. Not even his name. Weren't there horror stories and documentaries about this sort of thing. All quicky forgotten when they were in his room, tongue seeking entry to her mouth and she eagerly granted it.

Making it to the bedroom, he quickly guided her to the bed, sitting her on the edge as he worked on getting rid of his shirt. He stood in front of her, reaching for her face as he step closer, letting her mouth explore his exposed upper body. Meanwhile, his hands continued to feel her full chest, now fully out for him to enjoy. After a moment, he held her by the chin, fingers running over her full lips -

"I want to."

She was definitely leaving with him and doing whatever came to mind and made her feel good. Nearly melting at the full kiss he offered. Shivering in response to the sound of his moan. She pouted when he broke the kiss but quickly followed his silent instructions as they moved towards the nearest cab.

"Either you forgot the rest of your clothing at the restaurant or you don't mind the cold," lips pulling away to comment, a frown on his forehead. Without a word, he pulled her underwear down her thighs. It easily slipped since she wasn't wearing shoes. The underwear slipped inside his jacket pocket. He now freely touched her backside with much ease, no hindrance, and she felt really soft and warm...

His lips went back to kissing her, full lips alternately suckled and nipped while his other hand roamed her neck and chest. He squeezed finding one of her mounds, full and firm. He pulled the front of her dress to expose more of her but the taxi driver interrupted with a light tap on the divider. He muttered a curse, peeking out the window to find out they'd arrived the private entrance to the hotel they were staying at. He managed to pay the cab with her still in his lap and then guided her out of the vehicle right after.

A smirk formed on his lips realizing her was bare under her dress but he did take her shoes from her. "You're gonna wear them for a few minutes until we get to my room," he said, kneeling to help her put them on. He helped her get through the entrance and once inside the elevator, his hands wandered once again but careful not to do much under the CCTV camera. The trip to his room was quick. The door barely opening and he was kicking his shoes off and slipping out of his jacket.

His words pulled her from her thoughts. "Are you suggesting I head out with you." She was aware of his hands, where they rested and even where they drifted. Her own hands covered them and encouraged them to move lower, resting on her bottom just a fraction away from the hem of her dress.

This man had to know he was attractive. Spencer couldn't have been the first woman who practically threw herself at him that night. She moaned softly at the brush of his lips. Not turning away when when his mouth lingered on hers. She licked her lips and by default licked his, "Please..." she whispered first before following with a faint, "Jebal..." brushing her nose against his skin, her lips still refusing to leave his.

"Are you suggesting I head out with you."

"Only if you want to," he replied, feeling her tongue snake over his lips. He released another hum, agreeing with her decision to leave together. With his hands still gropping her backside, he went in for a kiss, tasting the drink she'd consumed in her lips and then tongue when he finally sucked it into his mouth. He pulled away after a moment, waving the cab that was sitting around outside the restaurant, waiting for passengers.

Scrunching her nose up at the mention of four to five hours, "That's a really long time. I'm out of practice with staying at a party that long." Head out, that's what he said. "And where are you headed?" Her body didn't move from his. In fact she found herself pressing into him more. Eyes lifted upwards as she answered. She shook her head in response. Spencer didn't want to go back inside. At least, not without him. "Unless you're going back inside."

"That's a really long time. I'm out of practice with staying at a party that long."

"Hmmm, we Koreans are massive alcoholics," he watched her nose scrunch at the talk of a very long party. "People are gonna stay around until booze is gone," he was exaggerating but there was a lot of truth in what he shared. Hajun and Nisa knew how to throw a party and this business, this was Hajun's passion and he knew for a fact that no matter what commotion happened upstairs, things would turn out well and people would be back to partying in no time. That crossing his mind he realized the noise had died down and his companion's soft voice coming through like the night breeze...

"And where are you headed?" She asked adding she won't go back inside unless he was with her.

"Back to my hotel," he answered, feeling her body wrap around his as she crawled inside his jacket, body pressed so tightly against him. "Maybe you should head out, too..." He suggested, "If you're cold," he said, hesitant with that to do with his hands at first before finding them resting on the small of her back and perhaps a little lower... The attention wasn't anything new especially from those people who knew who he was... He usually brushed them off. On occassion, he'd indulged himself. Since his wife passed two years ago, it had been lonely but he knew to be careful.

"Oh I'm not scared." And she wasn't. She'd seen worse. Both from the world she called her own and the one she'd shared with her ex. "Broad shoulders and loud voices are both things I'm used to. Along with being the shortest person in the room." She couldn't see much from the distance where they stood. Voices were still elevated and from what she can make out and translate in her head. It seemed the altercation stemmed from a spilled drink. When she heard the mention of the designer the victim was wearing, she understood the anger. Wincing, she continued to eaves drop on a conversation several feet away,"Oh they use only silk in those designs. Not just any silk, mulberry. That drink probably ruined that shirt."

Realizing her rudeness, Spencer focused on the man again. He was clearly visible in this light and she had to wonder why he was hiding and not enjoying the event. Glancing at her watch, "I'm staying. The night is still young." She pretended to search for her keys, in the very conforming dress that clearly didn't have pockets. "Thankfully there are no keys to take. Nisa sent a car for me today. The roads are safe and I'm not driving."

"No you can't," he agreed with her as she swayed one way, "No worries. I got you," and stood a bit closer to her, witnessing how easily she was distracted. He found it amusing, her listening on the fight. "Hmmmm," he hummed hearing the root of the fight. He could say he understood knowing very well how things work, with designer pieces, etc. But he was over it and sometimes find such situation childish and petty.

"You know your silks, impressive," he commented with a smile. "Let's not add fuel to the fire or they'll be arguing until the next day," he said, thinking some police report might be filed unless people settled. Hajun's PR team would be able to handle that, he thought to himself as he now watched her look for her imaginary keys.

He nodded his head at the mention of Hajun's wife, Nisa. Must be a friend or guest of hers -

"Are you staying longer? Should I take your keys to keep you off the road or keep you near me longer."

Spencer nearly fell back as she tilted her head to stare up at him. The fall never came but his body did end up pressed intimately into hers and the noise that followed, alerted them to an incoming crowd and problem. She had little time to process anything else he'd said or asked. One moment he'd pulled her to the side and the next she was hoisted high and being carried in his arms. "Dodaeche..." was how she started but never completed the entirety of her thought.

Catching her breath when her feet met the pavement, Spencer looked toward the upper part of the deck and back to where they stood. Tugging at the hem of her dress to casually cover what was now showing. "Not a model but tall and strong. Security guard maybe?" Of course he wasn't. The cut of his suit alone told her that was a negative. He was important. If only she could remember the introduction from five drinks ago." She felt like her cheeks were probably flushed. "Thank you for carrying me to safety, not model and not security guard." Snapping her fingers, "I owe you another answer. Not a talent manager. Just a stylist and sometimes designer."

Once on the ground, he held her by the arm to make sure she was stable, the comment about him being as tall as tree stuck. He thought it was amusing, the comments she was making.

"Not a model but tall and strong. Security guard maybe?"

She was pulling her dress when she spoke, his eyes wandered. He stood there, listening as the commotion continued upstairs.

"Thank you for carrying me to safety, not model and not security guard. I owe you another answer. Not a talent manager. Just a stylist and sometimes designer."

"You're welcome and thank you for answering my question. But, ah..." He eyed the woman, "I think you're a bit drunk... Can you stand straight or?" He kept his hold on her, then responded to her concern about him going back upstairs.

He looked up; she was right. He'd have to go back in, sooner or later, he thought to himself but so far, he hadn't been missed. His phone hadn't made a noise since he stepped out of the party. That was a good sign?"

"Don't worry. We're down here. We're safe... Now," he looked around the lit parking lot. Lots of cars, but he didn't bring one. He knew he was going to be drunk and well, he was going to ride with Hajun or whoever he came with but he could also call a cab. Although, he didn't need one yet. But she thought she'd probably need one...

It was then that she realized he'd asked her a question that she'd neglected to answer. "I wouldn't call it escaping." It wasn't entirely. "This is my first party since moving here." She started to rattle on about work and Nisa but decided against it. "There was also one guest I'm avoiding." The one guest who seemed to have more than two arms and hands, along with a special talent for finding her alone.

The follow up question led her to place the glass on a near by empty tray. If she wasn't chilly, it was because she'd had a little too much to drink. "I think I'm fine for now." She wasn't sure why he'd asked. Had he planned to provide his jacket? After placing her glass on the tray, Spencer had a better view of the stranger's face, thanks to the light filtering from inside. She was correct. He was attractive. She didn't allow her eyes to linger, instead she looked down, suddenly realizing she had no further use for her shoes.

Hasun shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not a big smoker. It's just a habit after drinking a bit much," he admitted, assuring the woman it wasn't a bit deal whether he finished his cigarette or not. "No need to leave. You were here first, I think," he continued, once again leaning on the railing, but his head slightly turned to her so he witnessed the slight wobble in her steps when she approached.

"I wouldn't call it escaping. This is my first party since moving here. There was also one guest I'm avoiding."

"Oh?" He reacted when she finally responded to his question about escaping the party herself. "And who is it you're avoiding?" His eyes quickly glanced to the on-going party inside as if he'd catch whoever it was she was trying to hide from. "Ex-boyfriend? An admirer?" He threw out the usual suspects but was more invested in her placing a hand on his arm. He didn't understand what she was doing at first until she stepped down. She was standing tall a moment ago, almost meeting him eye to eye level. Now she barely reached his chest. He found the contrast in the height interesting...

"No need to apologize," he turned his body to face her, "Are you feeling better?" He asked then breathed out a small chuckle hearing her comment about his arms. "Thank you. And no, I don't model. Are you a talent manager?" He asked curiously before finding himself being pushed - forcefully towards her. He turned to look and realized a group of guests made their way out on the deck, loudly arguing. Some pushing each other, cursing.

He turned to the woman with a frown, reaching to hold her by the upper arm, "Lets - get out of here," was his first thought, sliding his hand to her wrist as he tried to get them away from the arguing crowd. He was one of the organizers, he should stay and take care of the problem but thought he'd get her - another guest - to safety then come back. His mind changed when he saw two of their biggest security, followed by Hajun himself, approaching the deck. He guided them to the end of the deck where there were stairs they could use to go down to the parking lot.

The fight that broke out got louder as they descended the stairs.

"Be careful," he warned, as he stepped down, realizing she wasn't wearing her shoes. He stopped on the one step and waited for her before picking her up with a, "Mianheyo," and carried her as if she weighed nothing, all the way down.

The life she was building her brought her excitement and hope. She also had more creative freedom which allowed her to dream more and even believe that her dreams could become reality. The tickle in the back of her throat had interrupted her thought. The cough that followed due to the smoke now wafting through the air was a sign that she was no longer alone.

The apology quickly registered with her ears. She quickly responded, "Aniyo, gwaenchanseumnida," with a wave of her hand. She recognized his face and faintly remembered being introduced to him earlier in the evening. His name and relation to Hajun escaped her at the moment and when her hand circled around the crystal goblet she remembered why. She'd also lost count of the number of these she'd enjoyed tonight. Taking another sip, she turned to face the other. He had a nice profile. Angular jaw. Slopes and lines that were indicative of attractiveness but there wasn't enough light to see him clearly.

"Why are you escaping the party?"

DId he appear that way? Perhaps with the cigarette in hand, it made him look bored, uninterested... Anxious. Honestly, he was thinking about his son but opening up to a stranger wasn't exactly a habit.

"Just needed fresh air," he responded, thinking how ironic it was when moments ago, he was inhaling smoke from a cigarette. He stayed where he was, now leaning over the deck railing, arms resting on them. He still wasn't able to see clearly the face of the woman he was speaking to.

Timeline: 2024 November 23rd, Saturday,7pm just before Location: GOCHUGARU Jeju Branch, Jeju Island, South Korea. Attire: See above, minus stilettos. Mood: Relaxed. Playful. Anxious.

Full Name Spencer Nova McKnight Preferred Name/Nickname Spencer, Spence, Mac Generally Referred To Spence

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