Money Loving CEO's Detective Lover

Chapter 276: Loophole**

Gayoon was sleeping soundly while her subconscious mind was showing her strange yet pleasant dreams. In front of her was a large round ball with rainbow shades. It was hopping up and down, gleefully sparkling. She was awed by it and had the urge to touch it but it was too high for her.

The ball was whirling round and round like a whirlpool and then it began to change its shape. It was now a dollar sign which only made her confused. Then it began to break down and turned into the shape of a number.

"0.5 percent," she mumbled. Then it changed its shape again, this time turning into a hundred billion dollar sign. 

"Am I winning a lottery?" she wondered. She tried to reach out to it but to her shock, her hands would not move! They were locked tightly against her torso, not willing to move an inch. She tried to wiggle but the hands were unmovable.

"What"

She stirred in her sleep, trying to break out of the cage which was encasing her. Something was wrapping her tightly and she vaguely sniffed a vanilla esque smell. Enticed by the smell, she was grinning. Was it ice cream?

Unconsciously, she took a lick and frowned. It was too warm to be ice cream and did not taste like food. Still in her sleep, she licked it again before realizing that it was someone's skin!

She shot her eyes open and for a moment she was panicking at her state. It took her a while to realize that she was being cocooned by Minho's arms. To her shock, he was wide awake, watching her antics.

"What are you doing here?" She protested. "You weren't supposed to sleep on this bed!"

"You clearly stated that I wasn't supposed to sleep in the bed for last night," he shrugged with a mischievous grin. "You didn't say anything about morning. So I came back to the bed at dawn."

"WHAT?" Gayoon yelled, trying to break free but he only held her closer.

"You broke the pact!" she scolded him. "I've still not forgotten how you said you'll leave me if you get someone else who earns more than me!"

He jabbed her forehead hard. 

"Ow!" she mumbled.

"Jeon Gayoon, did you really think I would go for another woman?" he scoffed. "You should know me well by now! I'm completely loyal to you! A one woman man!"

He was indignant that she not only took his joke seriously but also kicked him out of bed. And on top of that she wore a sexy nightgown! 

"Not my fault that you love money more than me!" she pouted. Minho sighed at her naivety. How come the woman was an expert at dealing with dangerous killers but so naive at dealing with men?

"0.5 percent," he said.

"Eh?" Gayoon frowned. Why was he teaching her math so early in the morning?

"I love you 0.5 percent more than money," he smiled.

"Just 0.5 percent?" she frowned. "That's low!"

He laughed and kissed her forehead. "It's what my mother used to tell me," he said. "That she loved us 0.5 percent more than money. I was angry upon hearing that too but she said that the little amount makes all the difference. Since all the money in the world is limitless, the 0.5 percent love is infinite. It's for eternity. So, I love you 0.5 percent more than money."

Gayoon blushed and hid her face in his neck. "It's too much math," she mumbled. 

He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him. Gayoon held her breath as his brown eyes were intense with desire. He was piercing her through his gaze, making her blush.

"You've tormented me a lot last night," he whispered. "Even though I was innocent. Don't you think I deserve compensation?"

"H-hey!" she weakly protested. "You have work and I have to go to the precinct."

"It's still 6 am," he said. "We have an hour."

Gayoon bit her lip and before she could think clearly, his lips came crashing down on hers. He kissed her hard, tasting her thoroughly. All night, he had been tortured by the distance and missed caressing her all night. She was like a drug to him, intoxicating him with her rosy scent as he pried her mouth open to ravish her. 

He was making her breathless but she only wanted more. There were no more inhibitions and he was unleashing his inner beast which was ready to ravage the delicate maiden. Her mouth was invaded by his, their tongues hungrily smashing against each other. 

He left her lips and pulled back. She lay beneath him, silently coaxing him to continue. Her smooth skin was inviting him to leave his love marks on it while the baby pink night gown she wore was even more enticing. It was held by two flimsy ribbons on her shoulder while the rest of it reached a little below her waist. Gayoon had worn it deliberately last night to torture him for his joke but she had not expected him to twist her words and find a loophole.

Minho trailed a finger over her night dress, stopping at her left nub. He circled it with his finger, feeling the softness. Gayoon was a little nervous and yet excited. His touch was arousing her, invading her very soul. Her moans were only encouraging him to explore her more. He felt like a big bad wolf who was about to devour the princess. 

"Does this feel good?" he asked in a hoarse voice, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

"W-what are you doing-Ahh!"

Gayoon mewled when he pinched her hardened nipple. Holy shit! Her body was on fire and Minho was thoroughly enjoying her reactions.

"Let's get rid of this pesy gown," he smirked. Before Gayoon could recover from her arousal, he pulled the ribbons open and lifted the dress off of her before throwing it on the floor. To his surprise, she wore nothing beneath it.

"Someone is fully prepared," he teased her. Gayoon glared at him.

"It's your fault for making such a tasteless joke which ruined the mood!" she snapped. 

"Time to make up for it then," Minho said. "Double."

Before Gayoon could ask what he meant, he swooped down on her breast and began to suck on it. She drew a heavy breath as his tongue licked her bud. Minho was lapping on her tattoo, his member beginning to harden as he tasted her supple skin. Her rosy flavor was addictive and he could not get enough. He bit her soft skin, making her groan. Within a flash, he took off his shirt and pants, throwing them aside. 

Before Gayoon could marvel at his nakedness, he lifted her up and placed her on his lap. Gayoon yelped at the change in position. His erection was now between them, throbbing in need.

"I'll need you to touch me," he whispered against her ear.

"T-touch?" she stammered. "W-where?"

He did not reply but took her right hand and placed it on his member, guiding her to stroke it up and down. Gayoon blushed harder at his request but a moan escaped his lips which was strangely erotic.

"I-I can't," she moaned. 

"You can," he said. "Just do it how you want to."

Gayoon bit her lip and complied. She rubbed his long rod in slow, gentle strokes. Minho moaned against her neck as he felt her butterfly fingers caressing his manhood, feeling her warmth on his hard erect. He was becoming more desperate for her, fighting the urge to enter her and make love to her until she cried his name out so loud that the entire mansion would hear it. 

But he was patient and reined back his desire. Instead, he let her stroke his manhood, immersed in her touch. Gayoon was pumping his member, now a little more confident as she felt it harden. It was rock solid and her fingers fell on his balls. She held them with her other hand, flicking them. Minho nearly lost control when she did that and groaned in pleasure. He buried himself in her neck, biting her pearly skin. 

His teeth marks stained her body, marking her as his. Gayoon moaned but kept on stroking his member with her hands while he dug his teeth into her skin. Her hand was becoming tired but Minho had great stamina when it came to making love to her. Gayoon's insides were on fire, her vulva wet with flaming arousal. 

Minho was now reaching his climax as Gayoon kept on touching him, not stopping at all. He felt his precum dripping from his tip. Before he could react, Gayoon shocked him by stopping down to lick it.

"What-" he began but she was now curious. Licking the salty drop, she now wanted to try something. 

"I... want to taste you" she admitted in a sheepish tone which surprised even her. She had never thought she would say something so dirty and yet, it felt natural to her. What was wrong with her?

"C-can I?" she asked.

"Are you sure?" Minho asked, feeling conflicted by her request. They had never tried something like that before and for someone as shy as Gayoon to make such a request was a big step in their relationship.

He took a deep breath and finally replied, "Okay."