Page 10 of Mistletoe Misconduct

Chapter eight

Kai

Frigid water runs down my body, and a shiver wracks through me.

If I’m going to keep up this act and make Lea believe I’m really unaffected by her, I need all the help I can get. Frankly, I should start worrying about the water bill a bit more because I see a lot of ice-cold showers in my future.

By the time I make it out of the shower and make it over to Lea’s room, she’s already got everything set up.

When she peers up to meet my gaze, she seems a lot calmer than when I first got home.

“Hey, perfect timing,” she says, beaming at me. “Before we get started, we need to double-check that you’re gonna have enoughroom to keep your face out of the shot without accidentally knocking anything over. So would you mind testing it out for me?”

I cough into my fist, clearing my throat before I can even try to answer. “Yeah, uh, no problem.”

It is very much a problem.

I position myself at the end of the bed, dodging the tripod she has the camera set up on, and she scoots to the very end, opening the screen on her laptop to a full-screen view of what the camera is about to be focused on. When she scoots her ass to the end of the bed, angling her center at the camera, what she does next nearly stops my goddamn heart.

She extends her long, toned legs into the air before dropping them to either side of the bed in a full split.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I choke out. Her eyes glint with mischief, and the little smirk she’s wearing goes straight to my cock.

So much for that cold shower.

“Like what you see?” she muses.

My breath gets lodged, and this time, I manage to choke down the cough threatening to give me away. I have the next hour to convincebothof us that this is just a business exchange, but when she leans back on her elbows, pushing her perky little tits out, I know I’m a goner.

I’ll be thinking about this for the rest of my goddamn life.

Leonora Bardot is about to ruin me for every woman I’ll ever be with, and I haven’t even seen all of her yet.

Chapter nine

Lea

This is the easy part.

I’m able to dissociate enough that none of this bothers me because it’s what I’m used to doing before every one of these live streams. Kai, on the other hand, now seems as bent out of shape as I had been when he first got home, but if the raging boner he’s sporting is any indication, I think he’ll bejust fine.

When his hand hovers over me, I gaze at the laptop, ensuring the angle is exactly where it needs to be.

“That should be good, but make sure you can move around comfortably,” I tell him and hear him grunt a reply. I pat the bed beside me, and he quirks a questioning brow at me. I roll myeyes. “Do you seriously intend to just stand at the end of the bed for the next hour?”

He huffs out a breath, clenching his eyes shut before crawling into bed beside me. His face stays out of focus, thanks to his height.

He hovers his hand back over my center, staring at the screen of my laptop, and his finger grazes my covered slit. He curses under his breath. “Shit, sorry,” he says, pulling his hand away.

I muffle a laugh with the inside of my elbow before meeting his eyes. I reach out for his hand and lie it flat against me. His sharp inhale and the way he sucks his full bottom lip between his teeth already has my core clenching with need.

“You’re literally about to have these fingers stuffed inside me. I think a little graze of your pinky is the least of our worries,” I tell him, trying to keep the mood light, but judging by the way his eyes darken, it has the opposite effect. As if by speaking the words, they somehow just becamevery fucking real.

I pluck his hand off of me before scooting back on the bed so I can shimmy out of my clothes.

“Kai, are you ready?”

He nods, his expression still stuck somewhere between lust and anger.

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