Page 28 of Felix

The softly spoken words come from Christian. I turn to find him watching me with what looks like concern. Fuck, he’s hot. The white, fluffy skirt. The belly chain he wore today that’s peeking out from below the hem of his cropped shirt. The subtle makeup and the dark hair that’s falling around his face, only adding to his allure.

I’ve never wanted someone to touch me as badly as him.

“Emil?”

“Fine,” I croak.

“Are you sure?” Christian asks. “If you’re not okay to do a scene today, we can call it off.”

I shake my head quickly and set down the half-empty water. I understand why he’s asking, I do. But his worry is misplaced. “I, uh… I’m good. But, uh…” I blow out a breath, and Christian’s concern only seems to grow. “I’m going to need you to take charge during this scene.”

“Do you have stage fright?” he asks.

I nearly bark a laugh. “No. Christian, I’m so turned on right now, I’m having trouble seeing straight.”

His eyes flare wide, and he looks me up and down, pausing at my crotch. My cock is rock-hard, tenting my jeans.

“I want this,” I make sure he knows. “I’m good, I promise. I just…”

“You need me to be the one making the decisions,” he says, stepping close. Close enough that I can feel his body heat. Close enough to smell the faint whiff of something minty and fresh coming off his person. “You want me to take charge so you can enjoy the fact that everyone is going to be watching you and wishing they were me.”

I let loose a breath.

“One minute,” Jerome yells. “Felix. Vixen. On set. Now.”

“Come on, Specs,” Christian says, grabbing ahold of my hand. “I’ve got you.”

And that, I believe.

Christian leads me over to the bed as the crew makes final adjustments. We sit beside one another, everything in me spun tight. I barely register what’s going on around us. My heart is hammering. Anticipation is making my limbs tingle. Jerome yells for places.

I’ve done this a hundred times or more. But this is different. Better. Intoxicating.

I think I’ve found my new addiction.

Jerome holds up his hand, and everyone quiets. He counts us in with his fingers.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The light flashes red. We’re live.

“Hey, everyone,” Christian says from beside me, his voice pitched into something flirtier than how he normally speaks. “I’m Vixen. And this is Felix. And you are the lucky subscribers who get to watch us live. How are we doing today?”

The tablet next to us scrolls with text, and I’m thankful Christian is handling this like a professional because I can’t even get my eyes to work enough to read the messages.

Christian laughs, all light and throaty. “Well, thanks, BigBoy23. I like my face, too. Now I have a simple rule before Felix and I get started. Is everyone listening?”

Christian’s hand links with mine, and I blow out a breath, squeezing his fingers tight.

“If you’re a dick, I’m gonna ignore you,” Christian says plainly. “But if you’re polite, I might just take your suggestions. So are we going to be good today?” There’s a brief pause before he says, “Good. I’m glad we have an understanding. Now… Who wants to see me edge Felix so hard he passes out when he comes?”

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