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“Perfect. A true masterpiece,” he says.

I feebly kick at his leg. “You dick.”

Laughing, Christian falls back over me and licks my lower lip. He drags his own cum up to my mouth, kissing me soundly, letting me taste his flavor. I’m pretty sure I can taste his smile, too.

It’s not until there’s a distinct and loud throat clear that the two of us break apart, both of our heads whipping to the side. Jerome is standing next to the camera, his eyebrow raised. The light is no longer blinking red.

“Gentlemen,” our boss says evenly. “Once you’re both cleaned up, a word.”

Chapter 18

Christian

“Are we in trouble?” I ask Emil the moment we’re alone.

He winces. “I don’t know. I doubt it. But, uh…we kind of checked out at the end there.”

Understatement. I completely forgot about the cameras until Emil was clamping down on my cock and I remembered I couldn’t come inside his body. But then we were kissing again, and…

“Shit,” I mutter, holding the door to the locker room open.

Emil, clad in a robe, walks in ahead of me. “He won’t be upset about the two of us,” he says. “Dixon and Niko are dating.”

“But they’re not messing up lives.”

“Not yet,” he says with a shrug. “But live recording is always going to come with risk. It’s not like anything bad happened. We just…”

“Got a little caught up in one another?”

“Yeah,” he says softly, shooting me an almost shy smile. Admittedly, the fact that Emil isn’t freaking out over what happened makes me feel better. “We should get cleaned up.”

I nod, and Emil and I head for separate showers, not wanting to keep Jerome waiting.

When we get to our boss’s office, the man himself is inside, looking at something on his computer. He waves us in, gesturing toward the seats in front of his desk. He doesn’t keep us in suspense for long.

“I’m fairly certain,” Jerome says dryly, “that I just watched two of my employees making love during a live broadcast. Somewhat filthy, kinda rough love, mind you. But love nonetheless. Is there anything I should know?”

I glance at Emil, whose eyes are wide.

Jerome sighs, leaning forward. “We don’t have stipulations against fraternization in this studio, but I expect when you’re here to work, you do your job. Which means paying attention to cues, not getting lost in each other’s eyes for twenty goddamn minutes, got it?”

There’s no heat in Jerome’s words, despite the swearing.

I nod quickly. “Understood. Won’t happen again.”

Emil mirrors the sentiment next to me.

“Good,” Jerome says, sitting back in his chair. “Now, if any adjustments need to be made to your partnering or scene preferences, that’s information I should know.”

When Emil and I share another glance, Jerome sighs.

“If you require monogamy,” he says drolly. “Or…I don’t know…if receiving facials from anyone but your beloved is now a limit.”

Emil chokes next to me. “Um…no,” he says hoarsely. “I’m good. No changes.”

“Vixen?” Jerome asks.

I shake my head. “All good.”

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