Chapter 6: The Law of Attraction (NC-17)

“If you don’t like me,” Naphat said in a low, daring voice, “then look me in the eyes…and kiss me.”

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Her gaze held a challenge, as if searching for the answer she was sure lay in Janevee’s eyes.

Janevee’s heart pounded in her chest, and though she tried to keep it hidden, an unfamiliar feeling surged through her, making it hard to stay in control.

“What’s gotten into you, Preme?” she tried to deflect, but Naphat’s face inched closer, as though nothing would hold her back.

Janevee felt the intensity, took a deep breath, and turned the tables, flipping Naphat onto the sofa and pinning her beneath. Her tone, once playful, became resolute.

“You should know not to mess with someone like me like this,” she said seriously.

Naphat looked at her, her gaze softening but laced with hurt.

“Why not? I just want to try to be like you…sleep around for fun, no strings attached, no need to be serious with anyone.”

Her words struck a chord, and Janevee could see the pain in her eyes, still fresh from seeing her ex, Nayika, with someone else.

“I don’t sleep with everyone I talk to,” Janevee said firmly.

“Why?” Naphat asked, a skeptical look on her face.

“Because I don’t feel that way about everyone,” Janevee replied, her tone sincere. Her seriousness caught Naphat off guard, and for a moment, she looked at Janevee with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

“But you have, haven’t you? With some people you didn’t feel like or anything?” Naphat pressed.

“Yes…but it’s rare,” Janevee admitted. “I just like having people to talk to.”

Naphat laughed softly. “Are you saying you’re lonely?”

Janevee looked away, uncertain. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.

Naphat reached out, gently touching the side of Janevee’s face, guiding her back to look her in the eyes.

“Listen, Janevee,” Naphat said with a challenging glint, “I know you want me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Janevee froze for a moment, gathering her composure as she replied in a steady voice, “Preme, I think you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.”

Janevee’s firm tone made Naphat pause. Seeing Janevee fighting to keep her feelings in check, she slowly withdrew her hand, though her gaze remained locked on Janevee as she reluctantly moved back.

“Go take a cold shower,” Janevee suggested softly, her voice steady. “It might help you sober up.”

Naphat bit her lip lightly, frustrated, feeling as though something should’ve happened. Why did Janevee have to put up walls at a moment like this?

Why hold back when the opportunity was right in front of her?

Naphat believed she was attractive, sexy, and magnetic enough, yet Janevee refused her advances, making everything complicated.

A surge of determination rose in Naphat—she wasn’t about to let Janevee slip away easily. If Janevee had stirred her feelings, she would have to take responsibility. Stopping here was not an option.

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Janevee wasn’t entirely sure what was running through Naphat’s mind.

But the other woman’s recent actions had sent her heart into a frenzied rhythm she could hardly control. She could only hope that a shower might sober Naphat up from the effects of the alcohol.

While waiting, Janevee distracted herself by scrolling through her phone, attempting to suppress the turmoil within. Yet, when she looked up, there Naphat was, stepping out of the bathroom in a sheer bathrobe, her radiant smile seemingly designed to tease. The hem of the robe revealed glimpses of her smooth, drawing Janevee’s gaze despite herself.

Just the sight of that flawless skin sent a rush of heat to Janevee’s face. She felt her cheeks flush as her eyes refused to pull away from Naphat’s graceful form.

Naphat moved closer, each deliberate step making Janevee’s heart race faster. Flustered, Janevee quickly spoke up in a sharp tone, trying to mask her rising emotions.

“Why didn’t you get dressed in the bathroom?” she muttered, deliberately avoiding Naphat’s gaze.

But Naphat didn’t respond to her reprimand. Instead, she offered a coy smile, her lips curling at the edges. Closing the remaining distance, she cupped Janevee’s sharp face in her hands, turning it so their eyes met.

Then, to Janevee’s utter surprise, Naphat eased herself onto her lap, her barely-covered body settling against Janevee’s thighs.

Naphat’s arms draped around Janevee’s neck in a gesture that was both provocative and intimate. The closeness allowed Janevee to catch the faint, alluring scent of her skin and feel its softness against her.

A strange warmth stirred in Janevee’s chest as Naphat’s enticing gaze bore into her. Without a word, Naphat leaned in, pressing their lips together in a fiery kiss.

At first, Janevee resisted, holding back from giving in to the kiss. But as Naphat’s teasing tongue gently traced along her lips, the deliberate playfulness broke down her restraint. She surrendered to the moment, responding with fervor, her pent-up desires manifesting in a deep, eager kiss.

The barriers Janevee had carefully maintained began to crumble. Their first kiss became a collision of raw passion and physical longing.

But in a fleeting moment of clarity, Janevee felt reality creeping back. She carefully pushed Naphat away, her hands firm yet gentle. Looking into Naphat’s eyes, she saw nothing but unguarded desire, and yet her own gaze reflected concern.

“Preme… you’re drunk,” Janevee said softly, her voice laced with worry. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Naphat immediately pouted at her in protest.

“I already told you—I’m not drunk,” Naphat replied firmly. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Her answer made Janevee pause for a moment, her mind racing. Before deciding on her next move, she tested the waters once more.

“Preme, are you absolutely sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” Naphat replied confidently.

“Then I won’t hold myself back anymore,” Janevee said, her voice low and filled with intent.

Naphat responded with a teasing smile.

“I never told you to hold yourself back… Janevee.”

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In that moment, their eyes locked, as if time itself had stopped. Janevee’s gaze lingered on Naphat’s heart-shaped lips, drawn by an irresistible urge to taste them.

Before she could act on her thoughts, Naphat—still perched on Janevee’s lap—leaned in again. She pulled Janevee into another fiery kiss, even more intense than before, as though the entire world had melted into that single, electrifying moment.

Janevee’s resolve to restrain herself evaporated under Naphat’s passionate touch. The more Naphat gave, the harder it became for Janevee to resist. Surrendering completely, Janevee shifted positions, gently pressing Naphat down onto the sofa.

A faint smile appeared on Janevee’s sharp features as she leaned in, whispering playfully into Naphat’s ear, her grin mischievous.

“Are you really okay with doing this on the sofa? Wouldn’t it be better to move to the bed?”

“You can start on the sofa, then we’ll move to the bed later,” Naphat replied with a teasing smirk.

Her answer brought a pleased grin to Janevee’s lips. At this moment, her eyes were fixed solely on Naphat. She couldn’t look away from the breathtakingly sweet yet seductive face before her.

Their breaths intermingled in the close proximity, the heat between them almost tangible. Their hearts raced as if beating in unison. The kiss that followed was both intense and fervent, filled with the longing and passion they had kept bottled up for far too long. As Naphat willingly closed her eyes, it was as though she entrusted this moment to take her wherever her heart desired.

Janevee’s lips traveled slowly along Naphat’s jawline, trailing down to her neck in a deliberate, tantalizing path.

Every kiss Janevee pressed onto Naphat’s soft skin felt like she was engraving her presence into Naphat’s body. When her lips reached Naphat’s chest, Janevee’s mouth and tongue explored with an almost ravenous hunger. The sensations sent shivers through Naphat, a spark of pleasure curling in her abdomen. Unable to hold back, her fingers tangled in Janevee’s hair, and a soft moan of satisfaction escaped her lips.

Hearing that sound, Janevee smiled in delight.

“I will take it all off.”

With that, Janevee’s hands untied the sash of Naphat’s robe, letting the fabric slip off her shoulders and revealing her creamy, flawless skin. Janevee’s gaze lingered with admiration before she leaned down to claim Naphat’s heart-shaped lips once more. She trailed kisses across her body, leaving no inch untouched.

Naphat closed her eyes, surrendering completely to Janevee’s touches. Her hands roamed gently across Janevee’s back, caressing her skin.

“Why is your skin so beautiful?” Janevee asked as her lips grazed the curve of Naphat’s shoulder.

Naphat opened her eyes, meeting Janevee’s gaze with a teasing sparkle.

“Mm… don’t you like it?” she teased with a playful smile.

Janevee’s eyes swept over Naphat’s fully bare form, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Of course, I like it,” she replied, her tone low and teasing, her grin full of mischief.

Naphat raised an eyebrow, her tone turning playful.

“Do you, really?” she asked coyly. Then, with a smirk of her own, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“But I like it more… when someone makes my skin turn red.”

She paused, her eyes glinting with playful seduction.

“Can you do that for me, Janevee?” Naphat murmured, her smile brimming with mischief.

That teasing question made Janevee smirk. “If your skin turns red, don’t complain later,” she said to Naphat before lowering her sharp features closer. Her lips pressed against the soft skin of Naphat’s chest, her tongue trailing delicate patterns across her skin as if painting desires onto her body.

Naphat’s body shivered under the touch, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips. The reaction brought a satisfied smile to Janevee’s face.

“Can I bite you?” Janevee asked, her hand now lingering just below Naphat’s navel, her touch light but tantalizing. The way Naphat’s body trembled only heightened Janevee’s growing desire.

“Where do you want to bite me?” Naphat replied, her tone playful.

Janevee pretended to think. “Everywhere,” she said with a mischievous grin. “But let’s start here.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against Naphat’s ear and the curve of her left shoulder before gently sinking her teeth in, just enough to make Naphat gasp and shiver slightly.

Naphat’s eyes, hazy with emotion, locked onto Janevee’s as if she were being pulled deeper into the moment Janevee was creating.

“I thought you said you didn’t like drunk people,” Naphat said, her fingers grazing lightly over Janevee’s clothing.

“I don’t,” Janevee replied, her lips curling into a smile.

“But you’re straddling a drunk person right now,” Naphat retorted, her tone teasing as her lips curved into a seductive smile.

“Well, isn’t it the drunk person who’s been teasing me first?” Janevee shot back, her grin as playful as ever.

Janevee smirked in response, causing Naphat to pout slightly, feigning annoyance. Slowly, Naphat began to strip away Janevee’s clothing, revealing every inch of her exquisite figure. Her gaze lingered on Janevee’s toned abs—unbelievably sexy and impossible to ignore.

“Do you work out often?”

Naphat asked, her hand lightly brushing over those firm muscles as if she were admiring a work of art.

“A little,” Janevee replied casually.

“Your abs are really sexy,” Naphat said, her eyes soft and dreamy as they remained fixed on them.

“Well then, maybe I’ll take you to work out sometime,” Janevee teased.

“No way, I’m too lazy,” Naphat shot back, before flashing Janevee a teasing smile. “But you could give me a workout… on your abs.”

With that, Naphat straddled Janevee, guiding her hands to sensitive spots before letting Janevee’s fingers slip inside. Slowly, she began moving, her motions as deliberate and graceful as a dance charged with desire.

“Preme, you’re so insatiable,” Janevee teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“You’re no different,” Naphat retorted sweetly, her voice dripping with sensuality as her body continued to respond to Janevee’s movements. The rhythm grew more intense, building to a crescendo. Finally, as the sensation overwhelmed her, Naphat’s body trembled slightly, reaching its peak.

When Naphat relaxed, Janevee smiled with satisfaction. She gently pressed her hand against Naphat’s shoulder, guiding her to her knees on the floor in front of the sofa.

“Good girl, Preme. Now, it’s your turn to help me,” Janevee murmured huskily, her hand softly urging Naphat’s head toward the center of her body. Without hesitation, Naphat obeyed, her lips trailing gentle kisses over the sensitive skin. Slowly, Janevee began to release the tension that had built within her.

“You’re amazing,” Janevee praised, her tone filled with satisfaction, as she ran her fingers through Naphat’s soft, brown hair. Every touch Naphat made sent Janevee closer to the edge until she finally reached her climax.

When it was over, Naphat looked up with playful, doe-like eyes and cooed, “So… where’s my reward for being so good?”

Janevee grinned immediately.

“If you want your reward…” she said with a sly smile, “then you might not get any sleep tonight, Preme.”

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