[Warning: Mild to moderate spicy activity in this chapter.]

He leaned in close, his lips grazing over hers. "I am," he whispered.

His lips brushed against her, teasing her. She latched onto the bottom one and gave him a little bite, hard and fast, just like the way he liked it. Mo Qingchen wrapped his arms around her shoulder and lifted her up into a sitting position, their lips never parting. His hands came up behind the back of her head and held it in place as his lips did delicious things to her mouth. By the time he let her up for air, she had flung her hands over his shoulder and began climbing him like a tree.

"How do you feel after the workout?" he asked hoarsely.

"Like I am about to lose my mind," she could barely get the words out.

"You're not in pain?" he asked, taking a step away from her.

"I am now," she grunted, still having trouble catching her breath.

"How are your muscles?" His fingertips ran down her leg until they reached her calf. He lifted her leg slowly to inspect it.

She plopped back into the bed in her blue muumuu. This was not the best choice for getting the freak on. She didn't look sexy in this. Damn it.

"It feels much better when you're kissing me," she pouted. It couldn't get much sexier than that.

"Does it?" he smirked devilishly. His dark side peaked through and she welcomed it with open arms.

Qian Meng nodded as she reached out to grab his waist and pull him back to her. His lips moved down the side of her neck, sending goosebumps all over her body. Mo Qingchen's fingers drifted from her calves to her inner thighs.

"You dress like this into a man's bed." He bit down on the delicate skin above her collar bone.

Her breath hitched. "Victoria's Secret is for pansies. Sexy women wear muumuus."

He pulled away and shook his head. "Not true. Only you can make a muumuu sexy." If she hadn't been aching all over from working out, she would have never worn something like this. She was glad he thought that way.

Qian Meng chuckled. "You little charmer! Trying to sweet talk me out of my muumuu?" she teased.

Mo Qingchen's face turned serious. "There's nothing sweet or romantic about it, Qian Meng. Especially right now."

"You can't scare me away." She kissed his hardened lips softly.

He bit down on her bottom lip and then released it. "Are you sure about that?"

Qian Meng's eyes closed at the feel of his fingers pushing her panties aside. "Your darker side turns me on," she confessed in a breathy voice.

"I can feel that," he whispered in her ear as though it was a secret. It was no secret.

She pulled him closer as he skilfully removed her muumuu and tossed it behind him, leaving her in only a bra and panties.

"The first day… in the news studio…" she sputtered and stopped when he bit down on her neck. "I thought you were an arrogant asshole." She knew him to be an arrogant asshole.

"I thought you were a reckless and spastic nuisance," he retorted as his lips dropped to her breasts. He lowered the bra straps.

The hungry way he feasted on her breasts would probably frighten most people, but she wasn't most people. She pushed out her chest as an offering. Something about his wild side drove her insane.

"Ouch!" she cried out as he accepted her offer, biting down hard on her nipple and sucking it into his mouth with force.

Slowly but tantalizingly, he released her. "You like my dark side?" He observed her carefully as though her answer held a lot of importance.

Qian Meng nodded eagerly. Her mouth managed to murmur a breathy "Love it."

A sinister smirk appeared on his face. His eyes darkened, making Qian Meng's heart race in her chest uncontrollably at the sight of him. Whatever devious thoughts were running through his mind, she wanted them to happen.

Right then.

Before she could voice that he pushed her back into the bed. The cool feel of it against her warm skin sent shivers down her spine.

Mo Qingchen knelt before her and gave her his most wicked smirk of all.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, wondering how blunt he would be.

"Defiling you in unspeakable ways until you can't walk." He paused. "After your muscle soreness gets better."

She glanced down at her body. "The only way to get better from sore muscles is to work out more. I suppose we are halfway there."

He shook his head stubbornly. "Qian Meng, you need to take care of your body. You can't be reckless with it. It's going to accompany you for the rest of your life. Your body needs time to heal."

"Excuse me, Mr. Mo," Qian Meng spoke up. She was slightly offended that he wasn't enticed despite her almost naked body on his bed. "I am a well-trained ninja. And I have been using this body for twenty-five years. I know a little more about my body than you do." She placed her hand on her hip and lowered her eyebrows at him.

"Oh, really?" he had the nerve to snort condescendingly. "I find that highly doubtful."

"You don't think I know the human body better than you do?" He actually sounded serious! What started out as playful flirting quickly turned into her wanting to smack that smug smirk right off his face.

"Miss Yun, you are a designer and businesswoman, not a doctor." He stood up, making a point of looking down at her.

"Neither are you, Mr. Mo." She glared up at him as she pulled her bra straps up.

He laughed out. "The amount of times I have taken care of injuries puts me in a better position than you to comment, at least."

She held up her hand. "You have me half-naked on your bed, and insulting me what is on your mind?" Offensive.