Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

The car was silent, just the two of them. Outside, the parking lot was dimly lit, streetlights casting a warm glow through the window onto Grace.

Her cheeks were flushed, the blush creeping all the way to her ears.

In the tight space, the soft scent of roses clung to her, light but intoxicating.

She parted her lips and bit his fingertip.

Not enough to hurt, but just enough to set fire to the tension between them.

With a face like that, she spoke so boldly, acted so seductively.

John's dark eyes deepened, his grip on her chin tightening. "Who taught you this?"

Grace pushed him away and climbed onto his lap, straddling his firm thighs. Her fingers traced along his jaw as she whispered in his ear, warm breath teasing his skin. "Oh, I know a lot more, Mr. Amster. Want to try everything?"

Somehow, her blouse had loosened, two buttons undone, slipping off her shoulder to reveal smooth, fair skin.

She wanted more