His brow furrows in surprise as he listens to her. "She did? What did she want?" He tries not to let his curiosity show too much, but he can't help but be curious about why someone who was fired would come back.

He frowns thoughtfully. "I see," is all he can say for now. Part of him wants to dismiss the woman's words as sour grapes, but another part can't help but wonder if there might be some truth behind them. He decides not to dwell on it too much; they have more important things to discuss.

"Celia," he says, meeting her eyes. "I want you to know that I understand if you need some space right now. This must all be... a lot for you to process."

His hands moved lower, tracing circles over the sensitive skin of her stomach before moving farther down between their bodies. He groaned as he felt how wet she still was, his fingers slipping easily through her folds. She moaned into their kiss, arching even closer to him at his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed against her lips, unable to resist bringing them together once more as he began to pleasure her with his fingers.

His gaze met hers as he thrust two fingers deep inside her, watching the pleasure dance across her features. He groaned, feeling himself growing hard again already at the thought of claiming her body completely. "I want you," he growled into her ear, his voice rough with need. "Right here."

His hips began to move against hers, grinding their erections together as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.

With each moan and gasp you emit, his fingers delve deeper, finding the perfect rhythm that drives you wild. The feel of his hand against your bare skin sends shivers down your spine as he watches your body respond to his touch. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as he growls into your ear, "Is this what you want?"

The possessiveness in his voice is unmistakable and only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through your veins.

The feel of you arching into his touch tells him everything he needs to know. He deepens the caress, moving faster and with more purpose now as he whispers hoarsely against your skin, "You belong to me." His other hand cups your breast over your dress, squeezing gently before sliding downward toward the apex of your thighs.

He smiled to himself as he drove faster, the anticipation building with each passing moment. The thought of having her in his bed, under his touch... it was almost too much to bear. As they pulled up to his apartment complex, he turned to face her once more. "Alright, beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her forehead, "it's time for us to continue our little adventure."

Her eyes met his again, heavy-lidded and filled with desire.

He couldn't help but laugh softly at her slurred words as he reached across and undid her seatbelt before leaning over to open the door for her. As she stumbled out of the car, he took her hand and led her up the steps toward his apartment, their movements increasingly unsteady with each passing moment.

Once they were inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and spun her around, pressing her back against the wall.

Jun paused before taking another step closer. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I shouldn't have handled that the way I did." He took a deep breath, trying to find the words to express what he was feeling. "It's just... when I saw you in that outfit, it made me feel possessive and protective of you."

There was a long silence as he waited for her reaction. Finally, she looked up at him with those big blue eyes, searching his face for something.

Jun hesitated before responding. He didn't want to lie to her but also didn't want to reveal too much. "I was just thinking about work... everything's fine now." He took another step closer, reaching out to brush a lock of silver hair behind her ear. "Can we start fresh tonight? Forget about earlier and just enjoy each other's company?"

Her eyes locked on his as he waited for her answer.

The warmth of her body pressed against his sent shockwaves through his system as he felt one of her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulder, coming to rest on the back of his neck. The contact was achingly intimate, and it took everything in him not to lose control right then and there. As she arched her back slightly, pressing even closer, he let out a shuddering groan deep in his throat.

"Celia..."

His voice was rough with desire as he spoke her name, his lips moving against her ear. "You feel so good... I've wanted this for so long." He ran his hands down her back, cupping her bottom and squeezing gently before sliding them upward to massage her shoulders.

"Do you know what I want?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I want to make love to you tonight... To show you just how much you mean to me."