[Warning: The ending of this chapter has very vivid dirty talking. Read at your own risk!]

"No, I actually showered. I smell minty fresh!" he said, smirking at her.

"You're such a jerk," she grumbled.

"Okay, stop undressing me with your eyes. We need to get to work."

She gasped in protest. "I am not undressing you with my eyes." She was. "I'm just thinking about how ugly your pants are."

"They're jeans. How can they be ugly?" he countered. There was a logical fallacy in her words.

"Maybe, it's not the jeans. It's you. You have a wedgie the size of our country." Complete and utter lies. He looked amazing in jeans. Especially when his back was to her and she could ogle his ass.

"I do not!" he said defensively, reaching down to adjust his package.

"You just made it worse," she deadpanned.

"Let's just go in," he pushed past her. He got into the room, shaking his head as he did. She scurried behind him over to the closet. She was halfway done, so with another pair of hands at work, they didn't need a lot of time.

- - - - -

At the end of the evening, Qian Meng slumped on the bed. "Thank you for helping me," she offered.

"You're welcome," Mo Qingchen responded as he sat down beside her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, perplexed.

"Sitting with you?"

"Why?"

"You won't let your fiancé take a break after he helped you pack all your belongings so that you can move in with him?" His tone was bland. Qian Meng could see that he was plotting something.

"No. I have to wake up early tomorrow for the moving company to take my stuff, pay all dues at the hotel, go to your home and tell Xiong Hua where to keep the things. Then I need to attend the shareholder meeting to throw Bai Ye Qing out. You are not doing anything funny, understood?" The warning was clear.

"You're not going home with me?" he asked, shocked.

"I'll just have to drive more if I go to the house," she complained. "I'll sleep here."

Mo Qingchen frowned. "Okay."

Qian Meng stood up, ready to show him out. She jumped a little in surprise when she felt Mo Qingchen's arms wrap around her waist from behind.

"If I didn't know any better, Yun Qian Meng," he started softly as he pulled her body back against his and kissed her neck. "I'd say you were trying to get rid of me."

Qian Meng's eyes fluttered closed when she felt his tongue against her skin.

"What?" she asked, unable to comprehend what he had just said.

He didn't answer her, maybe because his mouth was busy. He was torturously sucking on her neck in alternation with his tongue lavishing her skin. It felt incredible, but she wanted that tongue in her mouth.

She turned in his arms so that she was facing him and lifted her hands to rest on his hard biceps. He caught on to what she wanted and kissed her as soon as she was facing him.

He slid his tongue over her lips, making her gasp. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and hummed contently as she responded in kind.

When he withdrew, she took the opportunity to take his bottom lips between her teeth and bite down gently. The low growl that he made told her that he liked it. As usual. So, she bit down harder.

In no time at all, their make out session became heated. Their kisses became steadily more aggressive. When his hands slipped down from his hips to grab her ass, she groaned against his lips. He pulled her harder up against his body, allowing her to feel his growing erection. She actually made a whimpering whine.

She wanted that cock.

Qian Meng eagerly cooperated when he used his hands to on her ass to lift her up. She moved her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, still molding her lips to his as he carried her across the room and back to the bed. He sat down on the bed with her straddling him.

As they continued their game, she ran her hands up and down his sculpted arms. She loved the feeling of his hard, chiseled body underneath her. He felt exactly like a man was supposed to feel.

After a while, she forced herself to break their heated kiss. She had to pull away to catch her breath or else she was going to die.

Apparently, Mo Qingchen was a monster that didn't need air. No sooner had she pried her lips away from his, he went right back to sucking on her neck. But this time, it was with a renewed fervor that that Qian Meng's toes curling. He was sucking so hard that Qian Meng could hear it and god, it was a wonderful sound.

"Don't give me a hickey," she managed to gasp between her panting. He growled as he sucked harder. "Meeting," was her one-word explanation.

He nodded and released her skin after a moment of thought. His kisses trailed up her neck to her ear, where he flicked her earlobe with his tongue. She could handle earlobe flicking, but of course, Mo Qingchen wasn't so simple. It wasn't just his tongue teasing her that had her whimpering and squirming around on his lap in search of friction. It was the tongue teasing combined with his hands that creeped up under the fabric of her shirt to caress the bare skin on her stomach and sides.

"You like grinding up against my thick, hard cock, don't you?" he breathed into her ear. "You can't even sit still."

"Yes." She was willing to comply with anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

"Are you getting wet for me, Yun Qian Meng? Do I make your pussy drip?" Both of his hands were at the button on her pants, toying with it teasingly but not popping it open.

"Mm," she whimpered, lifting one hand to tug on his hair.