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“You can help me with big words, or listen to me key it out.”

Tommaso leaned down to press a kiss to her head. “You don’t need help, but how about I feed you snacks, and make sure you’re watered every few minutes.”

“Watered?”

“Coffee?”

“Will you switch it to wine when I’m almost done?”

Tommaso patted her ass again. “Whatever you want, babe.”

“Anything I want?”

His gaze darted down to her as he gestured for the bartender at the same time. “What’s your filthy mind getting up to now? I recognize that tone, Camilla. That tone means sex.”

He was so right.

“I mean, it’s kind of good you know the owners. You probably have a way into the office.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Camilla wet her lower lip and she looked up to the row of windows on the second level that seemed to be one-way, considering she couldn’t see inside. “We could … watch the show, too. Just not give a show.”

Tommaso cleared his throat. “Let me have a drink first.”

“Whiskey does taste better on your tongue.”

“Bet it tastes divine on your pussy, too.”

Camilla smirked. “Probably. Save some to bring with you and we can test that theory out.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

THE CLUB’S office door slammed shut, and Tom backed Camilla into it. He kissed a path down the delicate column of her throat, and sucked hard on her pulse point. It left a pretty red mark behind when he finally let go.

Already, his hands were skimming beneath the skirt of her black dress. Smoothing over silky thighs to find the waistband of the thong she wore underneath. He tugged, and she gave a little shimmy of her hips.

That was it.

The thong fell down.

“Should lock the door,” she told him.

Tom kissed her stained red lips once more. “No way. Nobody’s coming up here.”

“They could.”

“They won’t.”

Tom considered lifting Camilla against the door to fuck her, but that hadn’t been what she wanted earlier. The desk had a nice view of the one-way windows overlooking the club’s floor, but it was too fucking high.

Damn, Joe.

Why did the fucker need such a big desk?

“Too bad you weren’t a couple of inches taller,” Tom said as Camilla’s teeth teased his jawline. “Could have bent you over the desk.”

Camilla fake gasped. “Don’t point out my shortness, Tom. That’s not nice.”