Page 76 of Misconduct Zone

“That leaves a lot on the table,” I joke back.

“You don’t have a solid dining table like Liska. With all that love, you might need to invest if you’re going to—”

“Okay, thanks for the advice.” I cut him off and hang up laughing. “Jesus if they tap our phones, Finn will be our downfall. That’s a PR nightmare right there.” I flop my head back and stare at Lars.

There’s a ghost of a smile on his stern face and I grin. It will never get old that I make him happy. His sleeves are pulled up, exposing his sculpted forearms, and his fingers flex on the steering wheel as he maneuvers the SUV in city traffic. He does everything with ease, and my mind goes straight to the gutter. Lars picking me up, tossing me around, and using my body until he’s satisfied and comes all over me or in me. I’m easy, I’ll take either.

“What is that look for?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Who me?” My hand hits my sternum in mock innocence.

His face lights up. “You areskitat hiding your sexy thoughts.”

“Apparently, that’s why we’re viral. I should look up the post.” I open my phone, but his hand covers the screen.

“It will not change our lives knowing what other people think. We have to live in our truth. If you want to see it, wait until tomorrow. Patrik gave us solid advice not to attach value to their words, and Finn told us to enjoy the night, and I take that as a direct order.” Lars lets go of my hand and the phone.

“Since when do you take direct orders?” I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.

“From you, always. And when it’s good advice.”

I glance down to admire his growing hard-on. “Straight to the underground parking so we can avoid the paps.” I cup him, and he clears his throat.

“They are still following us.”

“Drive faster.” And he does.

We control ourselves until our door clicks and locks behind us. My fantasies come to life as Lars hoists me up and I lock my legs around his waist.

“I’m yours to boss around tonight,” I say into our kiss.

He cradles my head with one hand, and the other supports my ass and gets us to the bedroom without breaking our kiss or dropping me. I land on the bed with a huff, his weight bearing down on me.

“Clothes off,” he barks.

“Anything you say, but…” I wiggle around, unable to get anything off with him on top of me.

“Excuses already?” Lars sits up on my thighs. “I think that requires punishment.”

My brain cells scatter, and my sweats tent with my raging erection.

“You do not even know what the punishment will be, but you’re a needykäraste, aren’t you?”

I’m nodding as if he’s called me a cocksucker in Swedish—I’m all about that life.

“You are so beautiful.” His finger traces my temple and down my throat. “When you’re turned on, the gold in your eyes gets brighter and so does the green. The brown practically disappears.”

I whip my shirt off, and he sucks in a breath. “Don’t tease me. I’ve been very bad, and you need to put me in my place.” My body sings in anticipation and my hips hitch.

Lars pinches my nipples and nods his head before crawling off the bed.

“Hey,” I protest, but he silences me with a look.

“Close your eyes.” My eyes are closed before he finishes the sentence.

My ears pick up that he’s gone into the closet on the other side of the bathroom. His footsteps are unhurried and confident. Goose bumps break out on my arms, and my fingers itch to touch him, but I behave.

I practice circle breathing to calm my excitement. Climaxing before he starts would ruin whatever he’s planning.

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