Page 14 of Mistletoe Misconduct

Lea

Saturday, December 7, 2024

Just like I was afraid, things went from super hot to super not the moment the post-orgasmic endorphins wore off.

Kai disappeared into his room for the remainder of the night, and I didn’t so much as see him grab a glass of water before I finally went to bed.

I roll over onto my side, grabbing my laptop from the nightstand, and logging into my Mastur-chat account.

The payment tab has a big red bubble over it that reads,Five thousand, seven hundred thirty-two.

Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of people tipping!

When I click on it, I have an out-of-body experience. It’s like the Ghost of Christmas Past is standing at the end of my bed, looking over my stunned, lifeless body.

I don’t care how fucking awkward Kai is being, he’d want to know about this.

I toss my covers off, leaving my laptop on the bed as I sprint across the dark linoleum. I bang on Kai’s door, and he grunts on the other side. “Let me in, or I’m letting myself in!” I call to him through the thin, white-painted wood panel.

“Go away,” he groans out.

“Nope, coming in!” I shout, turning the knob, and to my delighted surprise, it’s not locked.

I barge in, catapulting myself onto his bed. I’m straddling his waist, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I bounce with excitement.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s excited here, though. Kai’s morning wood rubs against my core, halting my movements. His hands clamp down on my hips, and he grits his teeth. “Quit moving, or I’m going to break my promise to stay away from you, and I’ll be breaking something else instead,” he rumbles beneath me.

Swinging my leg over so I can flop down on his bed, supporting my head with my forearms, I smile up at the ceiling. “Kai,” I whisper.

“What is it, angel?” he asks, and my heart all but stops beating at the nickname. One he’s never spoken until last night.

I push down the arousal threatening to take hold of me and roll onto my side to face him. “Your magical hands broke myviewers,” I tell him. He stares at me blankly, clearly unsure of what I mean. “We got just shy of six thousand dollars in tips last night,” I tell him, bursting with excitement.

He bolts upright, and his black satin bed sheet pools around his waist, revealing the most spectacular set of abs. The sunlight peeking through his blinds illuminates his smooth brown skin, and my eyes are seemingly stuck on him.

His gravelly, sleep-laden voice drags my attention back to his face. “Sixthousand?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yep! That’s like”—I pause, doing the mental math—“two months and a week's worth of my medication,” I tell him excitedly.

His brows pinch together, and all the air leaves my lungs.

Fuck.

“I ignored it the other day because it seemed like we had bigger fish to fry, but now that you’re in my bed, you’re gonna do as I say and tell me what the hell your meds are for.”

I move to slide out of the bed, but his muscular arms wrap around my waist, hauling me backward until I’m flush against his chest.

“Tell me what the hell is going on, Lea,” he grinds out, his lips brushing against my ear with each word, sending a chill down my spine.

“It’s not that serious, Kai. I just don’t like people in my business. I’m sureyoucan relate,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“If it’s not that big of a deal, just tell me so I can get some goddamn rest.”

“Aww, is little Kai staying up all night worrying about me?” I ask, fluttering my lashes at him as I twist in his arms to face him. That was a big mistake though. The change in position just brought my lips an inch from his, and suddenly it feels like all the oxygen in the room has been sucked out through a straw.

“You’re well aware there’s nothing little about me, Leonora. But go on with your poor attempts at deflecting,” he says, chuckling.

I roll my eyes but decide just to tell him so I can get out of his arms and back to the safety of my own personal space.

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