Koo didn’t even knock. She slipped into Taehyung’s house like she owned it, her heels clicking on the marble floor, her tiny dress shimmering in the low light. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing panties. She wanted him the second she stepped in.

Taehyung was in the living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, his broad chest still damp from a shower. When he saw her—those big tits straining against the dress, those legs bare and gleaming—his jaw tightened.