Page 95 of Spotlight Hearts

Kai doesn’t even hesitate.

“I can make you come in four,” he whispers. He shifts us, pushing me back against the wall and drops to his knees in one smooth motion.

My head hits the tile with a soft thud as he yanks my jeans open. He doesn’t tease. He takes me deep in one go, hot mouth wrapping tight around my cock, tongue pressing hard along the underside. His fingers reach between my legs to grip my balls, rolling them over his fingers.

“Fuck—” I hiss, one hand flying to his hair.

Kai works me fast, head bobbing, cheeks hollowing. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth fill the small bathroom. He looks up at me through his lashes, eyes dark and determined, like he’s on a mission.

I’m already so worked up from the meet-and-greet teasing that it doesn’t take long. The velvet feel of his mouth around me is too much.

“Princess—I’m⁠—”

He doesn’t pull off. He takes me deeper, throat relaxing, and hums a happy sound around me.

I come hard, hips jerking, spilling down his throat with an embarrassingly loud moan. He swallows as much as he can, pulling off with some leaking from the corner of his mouth. He thumbs it into his mouth, sucking it off of his finger as though it’s a meal he’s savoring.

He licks his lips as he stands. His eyes are a little glassy, lips swollen and shiny. I probably look similar. We kiss again, both satisfied.

“Three minutes and forty seconds,” he murmurs against my mouth, voice smug. “Told you.”

I laugh breathlessly, still trying to recover, and pull him into another kiss.

We straighten our clothes as fast as we can, both of us flushed and breathing hard. Kai gives me one last heated look before we unlock the door and step out like nothing happened.

Michael is waiting in the hallway, arms crossed, wearing the most knowing smirk I’ve ever seen.

“Four minutes,” he says, tapping his watch. “Impressive. Tasha’s waiting.”

Kai blushes so hard I’m sure he can feel the heat in his cheeks. I grin and sling my arm around his shoulders as we walk back into the meet-and-greet just in time for the break to be over.

“Where did you two disappear to?” Tasha asks the second we slide back into our chairs, next to each other this time.

We share a small, private smile but don’t answer her question.

The line starts moving again. Fans step up one by one, excited and bright-eyed. Most of them are sweet, asking about our songs, and telling us how much we mean to them.

Then a girl in her late teens steps up to our section of the table. She’s holding her phone out, clearly recording.

“Hi,” she says, a little nervous but determined. “I’m a huge fan. Can I ask you both something?”

I nod. “Sure.”

She glances between us, then leans in a little closer, phone still pointed at us.

“Are you two actually together? Like… for real? Not just for the cameras? There are rumors that it might be fan-service.”

The usual scripted answer sits on my tongue out of habit, but before I can say anything, Kai speaks.

His voice is quiet but steady.

“Yeah,” he says. “We are. For real.”

I turn to look at him, surprised. Normally, I’m the one who handles the PR stuff while Kai just goes along with it. This time, he’s the one who said it first.

The girl’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, really?”

Kai nods, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “Really.” He leans toward me and captures my lips in a quick kiss, before turning back to her. “Proof enough for you?”