Page 88 of Spotlight Hearts

BlueSkys4ever: “Anyone else notice they didn’t do the throat thing or the sucker bit? Feels off.”

Others are pointing at the photos from my night at the club:

Kucasfake: “Wait, wasn’t Luca spotted leaving a club with some random guy like a week ago? Is there trouble in paradise already?”

Obsessedwithkpop: “Kai looked so into it on stage, but maybe it’s all fake now. Luca was clearly moving on.”

Noonematters: “After those hot villa videos…now this? Kuca is crumbling ”

I keep scrolling, jaw tight. The comments sting more than they should. Part of me wants to throw the phone across the room. Another part wants to post something reckless just to shut them up.

The door to the suite clicks open.

I look up.

Kai steps inside, hair messy, eyes scanning the room until they land on me. Relief flashes across his face the second he sees me sitting here.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it for a second, exhaling.

“Finally,” he says quietly.

I set the phone down on the couch cushion.

“Yeah,” I reply, voice low. “Finally.”

He pushes off the door and walks over. The city lights catch on the sweat still drying on his skin and the way his shirt clings to his chest. He stops in front of me, looking down with that same mix of shy sweetness and heat I’ve been seeing all day.

I reach out, grab the front of his shirt, and tug him down until he’s straddling my lap on the couch.

“Missed you,” I murmur against his mouth before kissing him, slow and deep.

Kai melts into it immediately, hands sliding into my hair, body pressing closer. The comments on my phone are already forgotten.

The only thing that matters right now is the man in my lap and the fact that we’re finally alone.

“Mmm, missed you, too.”

The kiss deepens, turning hungry. Kai’s hips roll against mine, and I groan into his mouth. My hands slide under his silk shirt, palms pressing against warm skin.

“We need a shower,” I mutter against his lips.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “We really do.”

I stand, lifting him with me. His legs wrap around my waist as I carry him toward the master bedroom. He laughs softly against my neck, the sound vibrating through me.

“I feel like a princess.”

I huff a laugh. “You want to be called princess?”

We barely make it through the door before I set him down and start stripping. Shirts hit the floor. Jeans follow. By the time we reach the massive bathroom, we’re both naked, hands roaming, mouths crashing together again, teeth bumping in our haste.

I turn on the shower. Hot water pours down from the rainfall head, steam quickly filling the glass enclosure.

We step inside together. The moment the water hits us, Kai pushes me back against the tiled wall, kissing me hard. His hand slides down my stomach and wraps around my cock, stroking me with firm, slick pulls.

I groan, hips jerking into his fist. I grab the bottle of lube from the shelf, squeeze a generous amount into my palm, and slick my fingers.

Kai’s breath hitches when I reach between his legs and press two slick fingers against his hole. I push them in slowly at first, then deeper, scissoring and curling until he’s panting against my mouth, hips rocking back onto my hand.