Page 21 of Mistletoe Misconduct

I consider redressing before heading back out, but that’d be useless since I’d just be taking my clothes off in a minute anyway.

I bounce on my toes, shaking my arms out before letting myself out. Tingles erupt throughout my body, and I can’t help the wetness already beginning to flood my core.

“You have anything specific in mind?” Kai asks, his eyes still trained on the camera as he adjusts the angle one last time before looking over at me.

His full lips part, and his hands clench briefly before relaxing. Kai drags his eyes slowly down my body, leaving chills in his wake.

“Fuck,” he breathes before clearing his throat, dragging us both back to reality.

I head over to him, climbing on the bed and opening the chat room for tonight's video session. “Not really. Sometimes I plan things out, but usually I just have my viewers tell me what they want in the chats.”

He nods slowly, his throat working on a swallow. “Yeah—” he stutters. “Sounds good.”

“Ready?” I ask, and when he gives me the go-ahead, I check the camera angle one last time, making sure my face can’t be seen.

I give him a thumbs up so he knows we’re live before starting my usual spiel. “Hello, my little kittens,” I purr. “This is Candy Ass, your residentvery bad girl,” I emphasize seductively. “And back by popular demand, we have our special guest from last week. We don’t have anything planned for you, so feel free to leave requests in the comments,” I tell them.

I flick my gaze over to Kai, who’s still standing at the end of the bed. He’s biting his lip, and his eyes are glassy.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, my mouth suddenly feeling dry as we wait for suggestions to pour in.

My hands tremble as I rest them on my abdomen, toying with the lace of my panties.What if this wasn’t a good color? What if I’m too pale for this shade of pink?

Kai clears his throat, dragging my attention back to him. “You better start checking those messages, angel. I need to touch you,” he says, keeping his voice impossibly low, the words sounding strained.

My thighs part, and a ragged breath leaves my lungs before I manage to flick my attention back on the screen.

“What do our viewers want, angel?” he taunts, and my mouth waters as he strokes his bulge through his sweats.

“They—” I suck in a breath. “They want to see you too,” I tell him.

His head rears back, and his brows cinch in confusion.

I quickly mute the mic.

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. I have masks in my nightstand if you want to show more of yourself, or you could just show your dick or nothing at all. You can even walk away right now. The puck is on your ice,” I tell him, ensuring he knows that no matter what, consent remains a priority.

He shakes himself out of it, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment before saying, “Where are the masks?”

My pulse quickens, and I feel breathless. I have no idea how far we’re planning to take this tonight, but I can’t wait to find out.

“Top drawer,” I say, pointing to the wooden nightstand to my right. Kai sifts through the drawer, and I write a comment to my viewers to let them know we’ll be right back after we reposition the camera.

He plucks the two lacey masks from the drawer, holding them up high as they dangle from his fingers. “Youcannotbe fucking serious right now,” he deadpans.

“It’s that or nothing,” I say, rolling my eyes and extending my hand for him to pass me one.

Instead of dropping the hot-pink mask in my hand, he keeps that for himself and gives me the black one before securing it to his face.

“Good call.” I smirk. “Pink might just be your color.”

His brown eyes dance with mischief as he trails a hand down his body. “Are you kidding?Everycolor ismycolor. Have you seen me? I’m a work of art,” he says with a cocky smirk.

He’s not wrong.

“Alright, angel. Get the hell back on the bed. I wouldn’t want to leave our viewers waiting too long,” he jokes as he moves the camera further from the bed to allow for a wider frame.

I shake my head, dropping to my knees several feet from the bed. Kai's jaw clenches, and he drags a hand down his face, understanding exactly what I'm asking for.

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