Page 126 of Effortless

His laughter rumbled. “I was just saying.”

She waved a hand high. “There’s a whole world up there that I don’t even know about, okay. Don’t rub it in.”

He laughed even more.

Camilla gave him a look.

Tom couldn’t stop. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Do you know August got me a fucking stepstool as a gift when I moved into my apartment?” Camilla glowered at him. “So then I could reach the cupboards.”

“That’s perfect.”

“Stop laughing. This is serious, Tommaso!”

He tried—he really, really did.

The only thing that finally stopped his laughter was a hard kiss from Camilla, and the way her tongue slammed against his with sinful intent. Her hands pushed against his chest, and knocking him back from the door.

He didn’t stumble, but he hadn’t been expecting the move, either. Still, he managed to grab her as he took the couple of steps backward. He pulled Camilla along with him, dragging her over to the window ledge.

Flipping her around, he shoved her against the ledge. There was one for the window, and a smaller one on the floor. Camilla stepped up on the ledge at the floor, and it gave her just a few extra inches of height. His hand at her neck forced her upper body downward and forward. The side of her cheek rested against the glass, and her skirt rode up to show just a peek of her ass.

Camilla grasped the ledge with the first smack of Tom’s palm against her ass. On the second one—a little lower where her ass melted into her thigh—she moaned. For the third, she pushed back against his palm when he slid it between her thighs.

“Christ, you’re wet. Like a damn lake down here.”

Her laughter came out airless and sweet. “I like it when you spank me.”

“Say it again and I’ll think about giving you another.”

“Tom.”

“Say it again, Cam.”

Her brown gaze darted over her shoulder to lock onto his. “I like it when you spank me, Tommaso. Give me another, please.”

Pleasure and lust jolted through him.

He gave her another three slaps on the other side.

“There, now you match on both cheeks, Cam.”

“All pink?”

“Little more red, actually.”

She sighed happily. “Warm?”

“Just like your cunt,” he said as his fingers slipped back between her thighs. Two of his digits thrust into her pussy, and her inner muscles hugged him tightly. One stroke, and then two. Three, and on the fourth he curled his fingers at her G-spot. The trembling in her legs every time he hit that spot had his grin growing. “You going to come, Cam?”

“You gonna make me?”

“You know it, babe.”

It didn’t take long at all to give her what she wanted. He was pretty sure thirty seconds was a record for him when it came to making her come, but who knew? At the moment, he was more focused on the sounds she made as she rode his fingers through the first orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Camilla mumbled against the glass.