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Yona was beginning to regret this whole “work from home” thing.
Hak had insisted it would be good for both of them if she took advantage of her company’s two work-from-home days each week, and she had decided to try it out this week.
She hadn’t expected her work-from-home husband to be so … distracting.
She had gotten a fair amount of work done this morning and a bit after lunch, but Hak seemed to think that she should be done with work for the afternoon, and was doing everything in his power to convince her to take a “break.”
Yona’s work phone rang and she scrambled to answer it, having forgotten about this scheduled call.
“This is Yona.”
“Good afternoon, Yona, dear,” Jae-ha replied brightly, and she could see his grin. “I wanted to check in and see how your first work-from-home day is going. It seems rather productive from what I can tell.”
“Yes!” Yona replied quickly, settling back into the living room chair she had moved to after realizing that sharing Hak’s office was not going to be very productive.
Her laptop sat open on the coffee table, the spreadsheet she’d begun working on this morning still awaiting a few tweaks.
“It’s been quite productive,” she continued, eyeing her husband suspiciously as he whistled his way in her direction.
“Wonderful! Do you think you’ll continue to take advantage of the work-from-home days?” her boss asked, and Yona glanced back at her laptop quickly when an email alert sounded.
In the three seconds it took her to look away, Hak leaned in over her chair, his hands on the armrests as he grinned deviously at her.
Yona waved him away, gesturing to her phone as she replied to her boss.
“Well, I don’t really know. I may have to try it for more than a day to see if it’s worth it.”
Jae-ha hummed agreement on the other end of the phone while Hak leaned closer, running one finger up and down her leg in a way that made her stifle a gasp.
Yona glared at her husband while Jae-ha continued to talk, but Hak kept distracting her: that hand, kisses in incredibly sensitive spots almost as soon as she opened her mouth to say anything…
Yona shoved her hand into Hak’s face to try to push him away, and Hak promptly grinned and ran his tongue over her fingers.
Yona could feel her face heating up and she immediately muted the call to hiss, “Hak!”
At least, she intended to hiss angrily at him.
It came out as more of a gasp, and her husband grinned as he gripped her wrist lightly, peppering her arm with kisses that made her shiver.
“Hak, I’m on an important phone call!” She whined, almost breathless, and Hak only glanced up at her devilishly, suggesting, “Just tell Jae-ha you have an emergency to take care of and you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
Yona sighed and unmuted her phone in time to hear Jae-ha say something about her spreadsheet and she yelped in reply when Hak’s fingers began fiddling with the buttons on her blouse.
“Yona, dear? Everything all right?” Jae-ha asked, sounding rather concerned.
“Yes!” Yona squeaked, squirming under Hak’s hands. “I just… I dropped my laptop!”
The excuse was lame, she knew, but the only thing she could come up with on the spur of the moment.
She muted her phone again and clutched it with one hand while the other reached to intercept Hak’s as they reached the final button.
“Stop that!” She hissed, glaring as she went back to her phone conversation.
Her answer to Jae-ha ended on a gasp as Hak’s lips landed on her abdomen, his nose nuzzling just above her belly button.
An involuntary whimper tore from her throat as Hak’s mouth trailed across her skin, his hands planted firmly on her hips and his thumbs stroking just above her waistband.
“Yona?” Jae-ha asked, and she couldn’t stop the surprised yelp she let out as she realized she hadn’t muted the phone this time.
“Yona, why don’t I just talk to you tomorrow?” Jae-ha suggested, and Yona squeaked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, it should be fine to wait a day on that spreadsheet,” Jae-ha replied, and she could practically see him waving a hand dismissively. “You go back to your day at home. Enjoy yourself, dear.”
Yona frowned. Was it her imagination, or had Jae-ha just said “enjoy” in an entirely suggestive way?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Yona,” Jae-ha said, and the line went dead as he hung up.
Yona stared at her phone for a moment before Hak’s hand closed over hers and he set the phone out of her reach, insisting, “Let everything else go to voicemail for a while.”
“Hak, I’m supposed to be working!” Yona protested weakly as Hak set his knee on the cushion next to her leg, looming over her so that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.
“You are working,” he insisted, his eyes dark as he began to kiss her neck, his hands roaming her abdomen. “Working on your marriage, anyway.”
Yona tried to reply, to argue, but Hak leaned up to silence her with a kiss and she finally relaxed, too tired of fighting him and too distracted to return to spreadsheets.
“You should work from home more often,” Hak whispered as he brought one hand up to slide around her neck.
“I’d never get anything done!” Yona protested on a whimper, shifting and bringing her hands up to Hak’s face.
Her husband chuckled even as she felt him wince and Yona glanced at his leg.
“You’re too tall for this chair, Hak,” she said quietly, shoving gently at his chest with one hand while her other nudged his knee. “This can’t be comfortable for you, and my neck is starting to hurt.”
Hak grinned at her as he slid off the chair, yanking her up with him and looping her arms around his neck.
That was the only warning she got before he slipped his hands to her backside and lifted her up. Yona yelped and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging for dear life.
Hak went back to trailing kisses up and down her neck, her shoulders, her face—anywhere he could reach as he navigated his way through the house to their bedroom.
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“You should work from home more often,” Hak repeated later, looming over her in the quiet of their room.
Yona sighed, stretching and reaching up to lay a hand against his cheek.
“Maybe once in a while,” she mused, smirking at him. “If you behave and quit distracting me.”
“But I’m so good at it,” Hak grinned back, turning his head to kiss her palm.
“Mmm,” Yona hummed absently, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
Hak chuckled lightly above her, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he laid down next to her, clutching her hand to his chest.