Page 16 of Chasing Christmas

It's time for me to rejoin the world. Beginning with this movie.

"I'm in," I growl to Nick, my decision made.

Chapter Six

Laura

"Whatdoyoumeanyou took a job?" I gape at Kaiden, my toothbrush dangling from the corner of my mouth. "What kind of job?"

"A film job," he grunts, wrapping a towel around his waist. And dammit. Now I can't see his naked ass in the bathroom mirror. That's the best part of sharing a bathroom with him. Watching him walk around naked after we shower.

I spit toothpaste into the sink and quickly rinse my mouth before spinning to face him. "Explain," I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. He didn't say anything about this yesterday. In fact, he hasn't said anything about taking a film job at any point ever.

"I got an offer last night." He runs a hand through his damp hair, tousling the dark strands. "I accepted the offer."

"Kaiden!" I stomp across the bathroom toward him. "You don't do stunt work anymore."

He slowly tips his head down to look at me. Those piercing gray eyes meet mine. "I won't be doing stunts, princess. I'll be on set to help with training."

I relax slightly, my gaze roving over his face. "This is because of me, isn't it?"

"Do you want to know what movie it is?" he asks instead of answering, reaching out to brush his thumb across my nipple. It instantly responds to his touch, hardening. My core clenches, heat rushing through me. I swear they get more sensitive every day I'm with him. "You'll never guess."

"An action movie?"

"Nope."

"A spy thriller?"

"Nope."

"A buddy comedy?"

He pinches my nipple, making me moan.

"I give up."

"The Naughty List."

I blink wide eyes at him. "Seriously?"

"Mmhmm," he hums, slipping his hand down my belly. He plunges it between my legs, making me moan and grasp onto his arms to keep myself upright. "I'll be on set with you every day."

"Kaiden."

"I can keep my eyes on you." He flicks my clit and then presses his thumb against it.

"Kaiden."

"You can be my afternoon snack."

I cry out his name when he plunges two fingers inside me and curls them up, striking against my G-spot. Rational thought flees as pleasure rips through me, leaving me a stuttering mess in his arms. I ride his hand, moaning and whimpering.

Somehow, he manages to fuck me with his fingers and undo his towel. It falls to the floor, his cock springing free. I wrap one hand around his thick shaft, gripping him tight. He growls my name, and then he's spinning me around to face the mirror.

I lean against the counter as he steps up behind me, filling me in one deep thrust.

"Fuck!"