“I am not close to him.”

“Is that so? I don’t think you have many ‘acquaintances you’re willing to spend time with over a cup of tea’.”

The Marquis, holding a lit cigar in his mouth, leaned his bottom against the bookcase. His long legs were roughly bent and his posture was sloppy, but the buttons buttoned up to his neck didn’t make him look untidy at all.

He seemed to know more details about her encounter with Camille than she had expected. It surprised her, but on second thought, she realized it was only natural.

It wouldn’t have been hard for the Marquis to find out if he had been keeping an eye on Camille.

“We did have a conversation, but we are not close like you might think.”

The one who responded to Liv’s answer was Roman with his face stiffened.

“If he is trying to take advantage of that woman…”

But Roman didn’t finish off his words.

“Sir Roman.”

“Yes, sir!”

Roman stopped what he had been saying and quickly answered the Marquis’ call. After puffing out the smoke, the Marquis asked in an indifferent voice while holding his cigar between his fingers.

“Are you finished with your report?”

“Pardon, sir? No. There’s still—”

“I’ll hear the rest later.”

“… Sorry?”

The Marquis frowned at Roman’s question, which came out in an unnatural late beat. A deep furrow formed in his smooth forehead.

“Have you gone deaf?”

His tone was low and calm, but somehow harsh. Roman, his face turned pale, took a quick step back and replied gallantly.

“Yes, sir! I will be on standby, sir!”

Roman bowed after he saw the Marquis’ insincere hand gesture and quickly left the office.

He was pretty much kicked out. What was going on?

Liv looked at the Marquis with dubious eyes.

“Didn’t you come here for something urgent?”

“That’s right.”

“But if you put it off like this…”

The Marquis flicked the end of his cigar into the ashtray.

“I was wondering if I shouldn’t have brought it here, but what can I do? I’ve already done it.”

(T/N: Actually, the marquis didn’t use “it” because Korean often omits the subject/object, indicating that he could be referring to anyone or anything. But the tone he used refers to a person, but I used “it” to keep it ambiguous.)

“…”

It was easy for Liv to recognize that she was the one he was referring to.

“I guess it’d be more efficient to let it out once. Don’t you think so?”

Liv opened her mouth without knowing it. Liv stared at the Marquis, who kept his eyes on her as if demanding an answer, and then slowly looked around the office.

It was a very well appointed office.

An office.

In other words, a room set up for the purpose of work.

“In here, sir?”

“The desk is wide enough for you to lie down.”

She had already experienced fooling around in the dining room before. And it was more than enough to go through such an embarrassing and shocking experience once.

She could have yielded if it was the lounge. But in such a room with a clear purpose, she didn’t want to take her clothes off. Besides, the Marquis was putting off the report that was urgent.

Liv was certain that if she were to have sex with the Marquis here, the man named Roman had to wait for at least three hours. Their sex wouldn’t end in just one round, and nowadays, the foreplay and afterplay sessions had been steadily increasing.

It was obvious what would run through Roman’s head as he waited. Liv, who got herself stared at by many eyes on her way here, genuinely wanted to avoid such a situation.

“You have him on standby because there’s more to report, so isn’t it better to look for another approach?”

Liv forced a smile and persuaded the Marquis. She said that, not believing it would work, but the Marquis’ gaze changed.

“Another approach, huh?”

Rolling his cigar between his fingers, staying silent for a while, the Marquis suddenly flashed a faint smile. The blue eyes glazed in amusement.

“Well, there’s one convenient method.”

…

A solution that didn’t require taking off any clothes or going through a long period of foreplay.

It was as the Marquis said. Very convenient; she just needed to use her mouth, sitting on her knees between his legs.

… Of course, convenient didn’t mean easy.

“Haah…”

A few licks of her tongue made the tip of his glans swell taut. The tip became wet with each pressure of her movement on the penis with its tangible veins.

Overhead, she could hear the man’s low, hushed voice. It sounded quite heavy, like he was holding back his arousal. The growl in his throat sounded like it belonged to an animal.

She wrapped her both hands on the penis and she felt its massiveness. She found it amazing that she could feel his pulse as it was. The Marquis puffed out a breath at the sight of Liv holding his searing penis and staring intently at it.

The Marquis gripped the back of Liv’s head and pulled her toward him. His thick scent wafted to the tip of Liv’s nose.

Liv felt a slight sense of overwhelm when the moment arrived to place it in her mouth.

The Marquis’ penis was thick, large, and long. She couldn’t believe that it had burrowed itself inside her.