Once I have all the ornaments sorted, Magnus takes away the box so I have room to work.
I hum to myself as I look over my shiny hoard. The red and white ornaments twinkle in the firelight, and I decide to tuck a few into the evergreen garland over the mantel.
I get a few hooked on, but the fireplace is so big I have to stretch on my toes to reach the higher sections.
I’m trying to get a red ornament on when I’m suddenly lifted.
“Cato,” I gasp, his chocolate scent surrounding me.
His arm is around my waist, my back pressed against his chest. I can feel every plane of his body, every hard bulge against my curves.
“What are you doing?” I say.
He presses his cheek against mine before answering, “Helping you decorate.”
“I d-don’t,” I stutter, brain malfunctioning with his body on mine and his scent in my nose.
He grabs my wrist and pulls my arm up.
“Now you can reach,” he whispers.
I’m hyperventilating so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. My pussy, on the other hand, is awake and ready for action. I’m so wet I think I can smell myself over the descenters.
“Cato! What are you doing,” Orion barks.
“I’m helping decorate,” he says.
“What does that have to do with manhandling Hestia?”
“It’s so she can reach.” Cato releases my wrist to gesture at my feet dangling off the ground.
“Get a ladder,” Orion growls.
“Ladders are dangerous. Do you know how many people fall off a ladder every year?” he says.
“Over five hundred thousand,” I reply automatically.
Cato laughs, body rumbling against mine.
Apparently my base self can still access my knowledge even when the rest of my brain has shut down.
“Thenhold the ladder. Put Hestia down,” Orion commands.
Cato grumbles but does as he says, setting me gently on my feet—after grinding my body against his on the way down.
I stagger away, flushed, burning from the inside out.
I avoid looking at Orion, not wanting him to see how much that affected me. If he thinks Cato is bothering me, he’ll try to stop him from touching me again, which would be bad.
Or good.
Wait, which is it?
I’m not supposed to be getting horny for my bosses.
But it felt so good having Cato touch me.
Except I’m supposed to behave professionally.
