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“Make me come, please make me come,” she chanted. “Make me come, Tom, and then eat my pussy until I come again.”

“Only if you lick my cock clean after you come all over it first.”

Glinting brown eyes met his. She grinned again, and came hard at the same time. “You got yourself a deal, Tommaso.”

Good God.

This woman would kill him.

He didn’t mind a bit.

Tom pulled his wet fingers out from between her thighs. Camilla took that chance to bring his hand to her mouth, and suck his fingers clean.

He loved the taste of her pussy.

But he liked the taste of it more on her lips.

“Fucking missed you like crazy, Cam.”

Through lowered lashes, and a sinful smile, Camilla said, “I bet you did.”

Then, she lifted up to her tiptoes, and kissed him again.

“And I missed you, too,” she whispered. “Now bend me over something, and fuck me before someone comes looking for us.”

Tom had her bent over an empty, small circular table before her next breath. He was balls-deep in her pussy the second she yanked her skirt up, and spanked her wet center just to tease him. Camilla knew exactly what her teasing did to him, and how insane it made him feel.

She was still perfect.

So crazy fucking perfect.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“YOU HAVE no respect for sleeping in,” Camilla mumbled.

God, she tried so damn hard to sound irritated, but really, her voice just came off high and airless. Not whiney, but close. Still just a little bit too needy for her liking.

It probably didn’t help that Tommaso’s lips were kissing a tantalizing path down her stomach. He’d started at her cheek, then her throat, and focused on her breasts for a while. He teased and flicked the small hoops in her nipples until they were taut, and her back arched off the bed.

Then, he moved lower.

And lower.

“How can I respect sleeping in when I have you in my bed?” Tommaso asked. “Besides, I don’t know how to sleep in. I wake up before dawn. Get used to it.”

Get used to it.

Words like those might have scared Camilla before. They kind of implied something long-term was on the horizon. Something beyond a one-time deal. The first thing she would have done after getting her fill was bolt, and stay gone.

Not this time.

Those words teased.

They made her anticipate.

They promised.

His lips touched down just below her navel, and his tongue flicked out to lap at her skin. He went lower still, kissing her pubic bone, and hooking one of her legs around his shoulder. Camilla knew what was coming, and couldn’t find a single part of her that wanted to stop him.