Chapter 4: The Penthouse

Si-wan took the phone out of Eun-ho's hand.

"Moon Ji-yu," he said into it. "Give me the name of the officer sitting in front of you."

Eun-ho couldn't hear what she said.

"Don't tell him anything else. Put him on."

Si-wan listened for a few moments.

"Yes," he said. "This is Ha Si-wan of Haeryung."

"Haeryung funds your precinct's winter coat drive, Detective, so you'll understand when I say that this girl is going home tonight."

There was silence on the line.

"No. I don't need to know what is in the cabinet. I need a car outside your door in ten minutes."

He hung up and gave the phone back.

"Done," he said.

Eun-ho stared at him.

"Just like that."

"I have lunch with the commissioner every second month."

Si-wan's voice was perfectly dry.

"I never knew what it was for. Now I do."

The sedan swung off the river road and into a private ramp, and Eun-ho's body went hot and tight again.

For a while he couldn't think about his sister, or the police, or anything at all.

He remembered the elevator.

He remembered the penthouse door, black lacquer, and a long hallway with the river glittering through glass at the end of it.

He remembered falling against the wall in the hall and Si-wan's hands under his thighs, lifting him.

His legs went around Si-wan's waist, and he moaned when he felt how hard Si-wan was against him.

Si-wan carried him into a bedroom the size of his whole flat.

He put Eun-ho on the bed and stood over him, breathing.

"Take it all off," Si-wan said.

Eun-ho didn't hesitate.

He tore at his buttons, and Si-wan watched.

When Eun-ho's fingers wouldn't work, Si-wan leaned down and ripped the shirt open himself.

A button hit the floor.

The trousers went next.

Then Eun-ho was naked on a cold white duvet, shaking and wet and ashamed of nothing, because the way Si-wan looked at him made shame impossible.

"Six years," Si-wan said.

Eun-ho blinked at him.

"You said that in the boardroom. Before I did."

"You joined this company at twenty-three. I can count."

Si-wan pulled off his tie and dropped it on the floor.

"Be quiet, Eun-ho."

The shirt came off.

He was broader than Eun-ho had imagined, with a long white scar curving over his ribs and a lean, hard body built for more than boardrooms.

He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop, and Eun-ho looked.

He couldn't help it.

Si-wan was thick and long and flushed dark, the head wet and a vein standing along the underside.

At the base was the beginning of a swell Eun-ho had only read about.

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