Page 116 of Effortless

“Mmhmm.”

He came closer to her, one small step at a time.

Camilla’s grin kept growing all the while.

“It was,” she said firmly. “That’s the story I’m going to tell.”

“Because you don’t want to admit you got lost, and then stuck.”

“Stop saying that.” She gave him a fake glare. “Let me keep my pride, Tom. It’s all I’ve got right now.”

“Oh, is that what it is?”

“Yep,” Camilla said.

They were only a foot apart, now. He could reach out, grab her, and do all the sinfully good things that had been running through his mind since he saw her.

“Maybe you need a lesson on learning how to swallow your pride, then.”

She licked her lips.

His dick hardened.

“Maybe I do.”

Her whisper coaxed him.

Encouraged him.

Challenged him.

Tom never did know how to back down from a good challenge, and he wasn’t about to start now. He jolted forward, grabbed Camilla’s face, and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Her grin curved wickedly against his lips, and then her tongue peeked out to tease him, too.

“Probably shouldn’t be doing this here,” she said against his mouth.

“Probably shouldn’t have gotten yourself lost in one of the most private rooms in the mansion, then.”

“Asshole.”

Tom reached around and smacked her ass. “Say it again if you want another one.”

Camilla stood up on tiptoes, and her mouth grazed his ear. “Ass—”

Smack.

Her laughter pulsed against his ear. “Hole.”

He slapped her backside again.

Camilla made a sexy noise in the back of her throat a second before her hands pushed against his chest. She shoved Tom back against the door that had previously kept her locked in. The second time her lips met his, he already had his hands up her skirt, and two fingers stuffed up her wet pussy. He muffled her cries by sticking two of his fingers in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the digits while he fucked her with his other hand.

And damn, was she wet.

Hot and silky against his palm.

The suckling noise her pussy made every time his fingers thrust in told him that her panties were probably already ruined. Camilla grinded her cunt against his hand as he added a third finger, and rubbed his palm into her clit at the same time.

She tipped her head back, and made his fingers slip from her mouth. They wet a trail of her saliva from her chin to the column of her throat where he grabbed tight. Her happy little sigh, and the way her pussy clenched around his fingers said she was damn close.